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Nash leans over me, placing a sweet kiss to my lips first and then trailing those kisses down my throat, over my breasts, down my ribcage and my stomach until he reaches the apex of my thighs. There, he takes a deep lungful of my scent.
“I can smell your sweet slick, Omega. And I can also smell Clay deep inside your pussy.”
Again, I wonder how an alpha who loves reading regency romance ended up with such a dirty mouth. And I don’t think I appreciate just how dirty that mouth is until it’s pressed right on my clit and is doing incredibly dirty things to me.
I’m already incredibly sensitive from the orgasms Tucker dragged from me with his tongue and from the orgasms Clay forced from my body with his cock and his knot. It takes very, very few flicks of Nash’s dirty tongue and sucks of his dirty lips to have me falling apart all over again, thrashing on the bed as I sink my hands into his long, floppy locks and tug on them in a way that has him growling against me.
“She’s so beautiful when she comes,” Clay says, brushing damp locks of hair from my face and then bending to kiss me sweetly on the lips, as his packmate continues to torture me between my legs.
And then I feel Tucker’s mouth too on my breasts, skimming his wet tongue around the sensitive flesh of my nipples until they’re crinkling and hardening, and then he’s sucking them into his mouth, nibbling them between his teeth and flicking me with his tongue in just the same way Nash is flicking me with his.
And now I understand – now I understand what it’s like to be a pack Omega, to have the attention of three alphas at once,all on me, to be their complete and utter focus. It’s intense. In fact, I don’t think I actually possess the words – I’m not sure any dictionary does either – to explain just how it feels, except that it’s incredible. Utterly, fantastically, supremely incredible.
Soon, it’s not only their mouths on my body; their hands are there too, exploring and touching. Nash’s hands skimming up and down the soft flesh of my thighs. Tucker’s hands coming to wrap around my waist, and Clay’s coming to grip my throat. Their actions become more frenzied and more passionate, as if they’re feeding ravenously on my body, as if they can’t get enough of the way I taste and I feel.
And I admit it’s the same for me. I can’t get enough of this. Yes, I could die in this moment and I’d die one very happy, satisfied Omega – except I’m not quite satisfied enough, because as they wring another orgasm from my body and my pussy clenches around nothing at all, I moan, complain, and bitch about the fact I don’t have a cock inside me or a knot.
“We’d better see to that then, hadn’t we?” Tucker says, my nipple leaving his plush lips with an obscenely wet pop.
Nash murmurs his agreement, and then he’s emerging up from between my legs, his face just as filthy as his packmate’s was several moments ago, my slick shining all over his chin and his lips.
Tucker pulls me up onto my knees, kissing me as his two packmates watch, and then turns me so my back is facing him. He’s kneeling behind me, and he lifts me up onto his lap, his hot, hard cock nudging between my folds. He has a firm grip on my waist and he lifts me high up onto my knees, positions himself, and then drags me firmly onto his cock.
I cry out, my head tipping backward and coming to rest on his broad shoulder. His scent swims around me, encapsulating me in a safe, warm blanket of pine and forest. He nuzzles at myneck, holding me to him as we both catch our breaths. Then he’s lifting his head and addressing his packmate.
“Nash,” he says. “I’m going to fuck her now, and I want you to continue what you were doing.”
“What?” I say.
“Nash is gonna eat you out, sweetheart, while I fuck you.”
I try to work out how that’s possible, but then Nash is flipping back down on his stomach, his hands resting on my thighs, his mouth between my legs again. He flicks at my clit as Tucker lifts me up, dragging his cock from me until only the tip remains, and then slamming me back down as Nash sucks me into his mouth.
My brain actually explodes inside my skull. All the molecules in my body rearrange, and after this nothing will be the same again. I’m spoiled – spoiled for all future relationships and every new man – except, even as that thought enters my head, I dismiss it immediately. I don’t want to be with anyone else. I know it’s early. I know I’ve only known these men for just a handful of days. I know this is the first time we’ve gone to bed together, and yet I can’t see myself wanting anyone else ever again.
I cry out as Tucker’s fingers grip me firmly and he increases his pace, slamming me down onto his cock harder and harder, Nash flicking me harder too, until stars streak across my vision and I come.
I come, and as I do, my gaze connects with Clay across the bed. He’s sitting there watching me – watching me be fucked by his two packmates, watching me fall apart completely – and the look on his handsome face is so beautiful, I think I may be in love.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Tucker
The Omega convulses and squeezes around my cock as my packmate feeds on her pussy, and I’m done for. I wanted to make this last forever, to have the little thing bouncing up and down on my cock, her full, round breasts in my hands, her scent in my nose, and her pretty head resting on my shoulder. But I can’t take any more. I can’t handle how good it feels.
So I force her down into my lap, hold her there as my knot inflates and she squirms and wriggles, and I’m coming so hard, for a moment I think the effort of it has blinded me – bright white light streaking across my vision. And then she’s relaxing in my arms, mewling like a little kitten, coming again because my knot feels so good to her. Her pussy squeezing around it is the best thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
I groan. “Fuck, that’s good.”
She collapses against me – sweaty and panting and beautiful – and I lick my tongue up her throat, behind her ear, tasting that sweet honey mixed now with a little salt.
“You’re so good, Omega. So good.”
Nash rolls away from the two of us, ending up on his back with his hands flung over his head. “Shit,” he mutters. “That was incredible.”
The Omega looks up at me from where her head still rests on my shoulder, and I can read what she’s asking me in her eyes. My cock deflates automatically, like it’s already taking orders from this Omega, and fuck – I think it will. I think it will be at her beck and call from now on.
The Omega wriggles free from my arms, knocks forward onto her hands and knees, and then she’s crawling toward Nash. He doesn’t notice her come at first – his eyes are shut, his chest heaving – but then he must feel the shift of the mattress, must hear her panted breath, must catch her vibrant scent in his nose. He lifts his head and watches her crawl nearer.
