Page 29 of Manix
I strained against his hands. “Yes,” I hissed, and Finlo growled, letting go of my hips, allowing me to piston myself up and down on his lap. He slid his hand up my stomach, between the valley of my breasts, to spread around my throat. Oh fuck.
He tipped my head to the side, scraping his teeth over my neck, and I shuddered. I watched Raiden suck Gatlin’s cock into his mouth and it was too much. I was panting and moaning like I was a dying animal, sweat beginning to run down my spine as I rode Finlo’s cock, leaning into the hand around my throat.
“You going to come for me, Princess? Pretty, pretty Omega,” he purred, and I couldn’t have resisted even if I tried.
“Finlo,” I panted as I came hard again. How could I have come so much in such a short amount of time? At least it felt like a short amount of time, but could have been endless for all I knew.
Gatlin held Raiden’s head gently, his own head tipped back with his eyes closed as Raiden swallowed him down. They were both flushed as Gatlin gripped his hair to stop his movements.
“No, Rai. I want to fucking come inside you. I want you to take my knot. But first you have to make Naja scream for us.”
Raiden slid Gatlin out of his mouth with an audible pop. He crawled over, and I could see that he was as crazed with the heat as I was. But it was called the yearning in male Omegas, according to Ellar.
Oh yeah, I yearned too. Some primordial part of me, the Manix part, was screaming to have this sexy as fuck Omega inside me, fucking me. It was that part of me that climbed off Finlo’s lap, getting on my hands and knees.
Raiden growled primally, getting behind me and running his fingers through my wet lips. But before he could do what I wanted him to do—bury himself inside me—Finlo stopped us both. Well, Finlo and Gatlin, who was holding the Omega’s hip.
“Are you sure about this, Naja?”
The fact he’d stopped us to ask, breaking the rut to make sure I was still okay, cemented my decision even more.
“Yes,” I breathed.
That was all Raiden needed, and he slid inside me in one long, glorious movement. He curled over my back, his hand gripping my shoulder as he slid back out and then thrust home harder.
Someone was chanting “yes” and subconsciously I recognized that it was me. My elbows buckled and I dropped forward onto my face, pushing back to meet him thrust for thrust. My brain took a back seat to the solid pound of his body into mine, the feel of his panting breaths against the sweat on my back, the absolute pleasure that was singing through my whole damn body.
Raiden’s soft “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oooh fuck” let me know that he was close, and fuck I was close too.
“Baby,” he panted, his hand slipping to beside my shoulder, “it’s happening.”
A sensation like I’d never known started deep in my womb. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be able to describe it. It was that clench of your body when something turns you on, where your pussy tenses and there’s that low, aching hum of pleasure deep down in your abdomen. Except, instead of clenching and sucking around nothing, I was clenched tight around Raiden’s cock and he was sucking pleasure from my body, like he had a magical button and he was mashing it constantly.
A long, low whine emitted from my throat as I curled my head up, meeting Gatlin’s gray eyes. It was an orgasm so intense, so everlasting, that it was almost painful, but it was the best sort of pain. Like the burn of drowning, but in an abyss of pleasure. And if you died? You’d do it with a smile on your face and zero regrets.
“Fuck, Princess, you’re so goddamn glorious. Look at you. You’re the most beautiful fucking sight I’ve ever seen,” Gatlin growled deeply, and it was too much. I burst into tears, not of fear or pain or anything like that—just overwhelming, intense ecstasy. This was it. This was what euphoria really meant.
Finally, Raiden slumped back, panting, but Finlo was there to catch him. I keened at the loss of his body from mine, my brain a jumble of confusion, but I knew I wanted him back. I wasn’t done, but also, I was broken and lost and gasping for air.
“Take care of Raiden, Fin. I’ve got our girl.”
Raiden reached over, gripping my fingers and squeezing. He had felt it too. Had found Nirvana right along with me.
I wasn’t empty for long, as Gatlin lifted me like I weighed nothing and impaled me on his cock. I let my head slump against his shoulder as I watched Finlo roll Raiden onto his stomach, parting his cheeks and pouring lube all down his crack. He lay his body along Raiden’s and then slid himself inside, his thick cock stretching Raiden wide.
Gatlin’s huge hands were moving me at a slow, deep pace, building my body back to the crest it had just reached. He leaned forward and nipped my earlobe. “Watch them, Omega, watch as you make all our fucking dreams come true.” His hand held my chin, his fingers caressing the column of my neck. I did as the Alpha told me. I watched as Finlo buried his nose in the back of Raiden’s neck, his teeth scraping, making both me and Raiden moan, his body pushing them low and hard through the cushions.
Raiden turned his face, looking at Finlo as much as possible. “Knot me, please,” he gasped and Finlo grunted, kissing him hard on the lips and pounding into him harder, until Raiden was gripping the couch for traction. Finlo reared back, and buried his teeth in the firm muscles of the Omega’s shoulder as he came on a shout. I watched as the base of his cock swelled as he locked with Raiden, then they both collapsed panting on the soft blankets. Gatlin ran his fingers over my too tender clit and that was it, I was coming right along with them, screaming incoherently, loud enough that I probably woke up the neighboring village. My whole body began to shake, and then I blacked out.
20
Raiden
Iwatched Naja pass out, and I understood the urge. But I wasn’t fucking done yet. I wasn’t going to miss this opportunity. I was fucking sex-drunk or something, everything around me buzzing, my whole body a mass of tingling jello. Finlo kissed along my shoulders, my nape, the bite he’d just given me.
He showered me with love, and I was so fucking happy I could just explode. And it was all because of her. Our angel in a thong.
Finlo and I had been locked together for fifteen minutes, and I was sweaty and sticky and covered in cum and so, so, so fucking happy. His knot began to recede, freeing him from my body and as always, I was saddened by his loss.
