Page 76 of Talk About… Secrets
“You’re so damn sexy, freckles. It has me on edge, all the time,” he admitted.
“Agreed,” Cade said, sliding against my back, his cock hard as he sandwiched me between my betas.
My mind started to drift to the strange box, but it was chased away quickly as their hands roved over my skin. I needed them just as clean, to eradicate any and all reminders of that awful package.
They let me wash them, eyes dilating as I stroked it over their cocks, soaping up every inch of them until their own scents and our soap were the only scents left.
“Take me to my nest,” I demanded, my omega grumpy now that her space had been invaded.
“Yes, omega,” Spencer promised. “We’ll help remind you that it doesn’t matter what anyone says. You’re ours.”
“You have my bite mark on your ass to prove it,” Cade chuckled, teasing his fingers over it and sending a wave of pleasure right to my core. My slick mixed with the water sluicing over my body and down my legs.
They had me wrapped in a towel the moment my scent spiked, drying me off enough to carry me down the hall to my nest.
The alphas must have stuck downstairs, giving us our moment and I appreciated them for that.
I was on edge, instincts riding me. They tried to set me down but I dragged both with me, snatching Spencer’s wrist and grazing my teeth over the bite. His gasp of air and shaky breath had me grinning against his skin. Then I was on Cade, tongue teasing over the healed over ridges of my claiming bite.
“I want you both. Now,” I growled as I pulled away. Without any fanfare I shoved Spencer down and settled between his legs, my tongue teasing over the tip of his leaking cock as I wiggled my ass at Cade.
His favorite part of me it seemed.
He let out a groan before settling behind me, hands kneading the flesh there until I spread my legs wider, and he couldn’t resist. As he sank into me, his fingers pressed against his mark, making the slow slide into my body that much more intense.
Spencer was breathing heavily, Cade’s teasing forcing me to suck him harder, desperation making it sloppy, but enthusiasticas I bobbed my head over him, sucking hard as my fingers gripped his thighs.
“Fuck, you’re both killing me,” Spencer complained breathlessly. “About to come like a fucking teenager.”
“Good,” I huffed as I pulled away, giving him no time to recover before taking him all the way in until he was hitting the back of my throat. This time I was more focused, every thrust of Cade’s hips forcing me forward, then I would pull back when he did so we were perfectly in sync.
This wasn’t sweet or drawn out, it was fast and desperate, the need to wash away every hint of our discovery out of my mind and my senses.
Spencer lost it first, his fingers massaging my scalp as his cum hit the back of my throat.
Cade shuddered, filling my pussy at the same time, his fingers winding around to bring me along with them.
I was so worked up it took no more than a few teasing strokes over my needy clit and I was falling over the edge with them. Our bond was pulsing with our pleasure, soaking through every cell in my body and corner of my soul until it was just them.
My betas. The two grounding forces in my life.
Nothing else mattered.
Beckett
Lincoln’s name flashed across the screen as I walked into the new office to check on progress. It was the final days of construction, which meant signing checks and checking their work.
“Hey, Lincoln. How are things?”
He sighed. That didn’t sound good.
“The board? That alpha? He should have been fired by now.”
Fuck, I never checked back in on that.
“No, no. This is all about you this time,” he admitted. “I hate to bring down the mood now that you have your omega, but I think we have a problem.”
“Okay,” I said, dragging out the word as I walked to the back office, closing the door since it was empty. The air smelled of paint and wood shavings, but I didn’t care. I was too focused on my former assistant.
