Page 107 of Storm
"She's so soft," Fox murmurs, wonder evident in his voice as his fingertips trail higher, brushing against the edge of my underwear. "Different from me."
Alex smiles, pride evident in his expression as he watches Fox explore. "Everyone's body is unique. That's what makes this beautiful."
Fox's fingers hover at the edge of my underwear, his eyes meeting mine in silent question. I nod, lifting my hips slightly in invitation. Fox slides my underwear down my legs, his breath catching as I'm fully revealed to him.
"Can I touch you?" Fox asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Please," I whisper, my voice thick with desire.
Fox's fingers trail up my inner thigh, his touch feather-light and exploratory. Alex watches us intently. When Fox's fingers finally brush against my center, we both gasp.
"Like this," Alex murmurs, guiding Fox's hand in slow, deliberate circles over my clit. "Feel how she responds."
I arch into their touch, my breath coming faster as Fox learns the rhythm that makes my thighs tremble.
"You're so wet," Fox whispers, his voice filled with wonder. "So much slick. Different from me, but the same too."
His observation makes something warm unfurl in my chest—a recognition of our shared omega nature despite our physical differences. I reach for him, drawing him into a kiss that's both tender and hungry.
"Show me," I whisper against his lips. "Show me how you're different. How we're the same."
Fox's eyes widen, understanding flickering in their hazel depths. He glances back at Alex, seeking reassurance, and receives a gentle nod in return. Fox rises to his knees and slides down his boxers.
His body is beautiful—slender but strong, his cock long and hard, his thighs already glistening with slick. I had always wondered if male omegas produced slick, and now my question is answered. I reach for him tentatively, my fingers tracing the elegant lines of his hips, his stomach, before venturing lower.
"Is this okay?" I ask, pausing before touching his most intimate place.
"More than okay," he breathes, his eyes fluttering closed as my fingers wrap around his cock gently.
Alex shifts behind Fox, his larger frame providing support as Fox trembles beneath my fingers.
"You're both so beautiful together," Alex murmurs, his green eyes dark with desire as he watches us discover each other.
Fox's breath catches as my thumb traces over the head of his cock, spreading his pre-cum, and his hips jerk slightly. "Storm," he gasps, my name a plea on his lips.
I lean forward, capturing his mouth in a deep kiss as my hand continues its exploration. He tastes like honey and desire, his moans vibrating against my lips. His own hand resumes its earlier path, fingers sliding through my slick folds with growing confidence, finding the places that make me gasp and arch against him.
Alex's hands guide us both, his touch alternating between Fox's body and mine. He whispers encouragement, praise, his deep voice adding another layer to the pleasure building between us.
"That's it," he murmurs as Fox's fingers find that spot deep inside where an alpha's knot would press, and making me cry out. "She likes that. Can you feel how her body responds?"
Fox nods, his eyes wide with wonder as he watches my reactions. I mirror his explorations, my hand moving in rhythm with his, drawing soft moans from his lips.
"I want—" Fox starts, then hesitates, his cheeks flushing darker.
"What do you want, beautiful?" Alex asks, his voice gentle but encouraging.
Fox's eyes meet mine, vulnerability and desire in his expression. "I want to taste you," he whispers.
My breath catches at his words, heat flooding through me. I nod, unable to form words.
I find myself lying back against the cushions, Fox settling between my thighs. Alex kneels beside us, one hand stroking Fox's hair, the other resting reassuringly on my ankle.
Fox’s breath is warm against my inner thigh as he presses soft kisses along sensitive skin. I shiver in anticipation, my hands fisting in the cushions beneath me. His approach is tentative at first, exploratory, his hazel eyes watching my face. Then, with gentle encouragement from Alex, he leans forward, his tongue tracing a tentative path through my folds.
I gasp at the sensation, my back arching slightly off the cushions. Fox pulls back immediately, concern flashing in his eyes.
"Did I hurt you?" he asks, his voice tinged with worry.
