Page 54 of Sweet Whiskey
“Do you usually plead for a bite?” I ask.
She frowns. “Not that I know of. They’ve never said.”
Brooks nods. “They would if you did. It’s betterto be conscious of it because it gets a lot of unwanted bonds.”
Kinsey’s mouth opens. “Oh, then no, they’ve never alerted me of it. I’ll have to ask Brielle if they’ve said anything to her. I usually prefer the same partners, but she likes to experiment.”
Brooks grimaces and wipes his hand down his face. “Sorry, just thinking about your brother.”
Kinsey giggles, and the sound has all of us purring. Her body trembles and then her scent perfumes around us, our cocks growing in response. Kinsey moans, biting down on the sound as if embarrassed.
“Let go of that pretty lip,” I scold teasingly. As soon as she does, I kiss her and she gasps in my mouth, her hand curling into my hair as I pull her into my lap. Kinsey moans, rocking closer so her slick gushing pussy drips all over my boxers. I soak in her scent, my eyes rolling back at the overwhelming pleasure of her arousal sinking into me. My cock weeps with the need to be inside her.
“Flip her around. I’ll get her ready for you,” Brooks demands, and I pull back, grabbing herwaist and turning her so her back is flush with my chest. My hand pries her legs apart as Kinsey whines, arching in my hold because she’s desperate to be touched.
Brooks stuffs two fingers into her without prompt and she moans, settling her ass back down as he leans forward and sweeps his tongue along her swollen clit. I nip at her neck, licking the exact spot I’ll bite with no hesitation the day she allows me the honor.
Her nails grip my forearm, digging into my skin as she writhes under his mouth. When she comes, slick douses Brooks’s face and my lap.
“How does she taste?” I get out, thick with desire.
Brooks pulls back, pumping his hand in and out of her. “You want me to tell you or you wannaknow?”
Without my response, he kneels and kisses me. I don’t even have time to register what he’s doing before the explosion of her flavor makes me dizzy. Kinsey whimpers in my hold as he pulls away with a chuckle before returning between her legs. I shake my head.
“Hope you enjoyed that. It’s not happening again,” I rumble, reaching between Kinsey and me to shove off my boxers.
Brooks snickers, kissing Kinsey’s thighs as he pumps his fingers a few more times. “If you say so, Daddy.”
Only acknowledging the stupid nickname with a small grumble, I lift her, lining her entrance up to my thick cock and then letting her fall.
“Oh god, oh god,” Kinsey cries. I may not be as long as Brooks, but I know my girth is a feat in itself even before adding my knot.
Her head bows back, resting on my shoulder as she rolls her hips to accommodate my entire cock inside her tight pussy. “So good, so good. Oh my god,” she mumbles as slick gushes onto me and her pheromones spike. I tangle my hand into her hair, pulling her face back as her eyes roll.
“Please, Alpha,” she begs with trembling lips.
Brooks growls, moving a step back to stroke his cock. “She’s lost in heat now.”
I stroke her face, kissing her nose. “We’re going to take care of you, sweet girl. You want that?”
I guide her up and down, each rock of her hips allowing more of my cock inside her. A part of me is glad our first time is right now because an omega in heat always makes her pussy more pliable. It’s not long before I’m buried up to my knot and Kinsey’s nails are digging into my forearm, riding the small edge of the knot pressing in.
“More,” she pleads as I kiss down her neck, nipping at her skin. My hands squeeze at her breasts, kneading the plump mounds and pinching at the hard pink tips.
I growl, panting in her ear and thrusting. “You want my knot?”
Kinsey whimpers, nodding frantically. “Please, please, Daddy.”
Glaring at Brooks, who bursts out into laughter, I grip onto her hips, keeping her in place as I press up. I’m only teasing her with the swollen knot at the base of my cock, not wanting it to end just yet. She frowns, wiggling for more, but I let go to grab her throat and force her to look at me. Her hazeleyes are hooded with affection and desire, glossy with heat.
“I’m gonna stuff you full of my cum and pray that it puts a pup in you. I hope the next few days we are breeding you over and over, pumping you with our cum.”
She shudders, a flush working up her skin.
“You want that, Kinsey? You want us to breed you, pretty girl?” I ask.
She nods over and over, wiggling her hips in a plea to give her it.
