Page 19 of Hybrid Hearts

Adrian could probably tell before he even set foot inside the living room.

My mates have an unspoken rule about not sharing me until it’s the one day of the week when the bar is closed. Today is Adrian’s day to spend with me. Not Carter’s.

Carter moves, stroking the front of his pants as he becomes the one to watch us.

Adrian’s gaze is unreadable as he sinks to the carpet in front of me. He pushes up my skirt and locks gazes with me.

“How many times did our Omega please you today?” he asks.

It feels like a trap, and I honestly don’t know the answer. “Five times?” I ask.

“You’re not sure?” Adrian’s eyebrow jumps when he smirks.

“Six times, including a second ago,” Carter murmurs.

“Then that’s how many days I take from him,” Adrian tells me. “He can watch, but he can’t touch you. He can’t fuck you. He can’t make you cry out his name.”

“Fucking hell,” Carter mutters, sounding way more aroused than angry about it.

I watch him stroke his cock through his pants. He’s clearly too worked up to ignore it completely, but there’s no way he’ll take it out now. Not when his Alpha’s made it clear what’s happening.

I tremble lightly when Adrian tugs my thighs and brings me to the edge of the couch.

“Now, I’m going to kiss you until you can’t stop shaking,” he says, clearly giving out my portion of the punishment for letting Carter part my legs on a day meant for him. “Then I’m going to fuck you in front of our Omega for the rest of the night. I want you going to class smelling like me, tasting like me, wearing my fucking clothes.”

And then, he moves forward and kisses me the way he loves best, sinking his tongue into my pussy and sucking my lips into his mouth. He tastes me like he can’t get enough, and I watch Carter sink to his knees next to us, cursing under his breath and moaning uncontrollably.

I gasp out a breath when my first climax hits, pushing my crotch into Adrian’s face as he drinks down my juices. His hands grip my ass tightly. I cry out his name as I come.

And he doesn’t stop.

He doesn’t even slow down.

I fight to catch my breath as he drives me toward another climax, and another.

He eats me out until I’m a shaking, trembling mess under his touch.

Until Carter’s just as worn out beside us, with his pants undone and his hand stuffed inside his underwear.

Adrian licks his lips when I look down at him, and I know, despite how much I’ve come and how raw my clit feels, I could do it again a million times over.

“Now,” Adrian says, his voice husky as hell. “I’ve been hard all this damned time so I’m going to spill the second my dick slides into you, but don’t think that means I’m done.”

“Fuck,” Carter mumbles. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck...”

Adrian strips off quickly, leaving his clothes in a heap on the floor.

I barely get the chance to look before he’s on top of me, thrusting inside hard enough to make me gasp. I start to clench around him instantly, as if just feeling him enter me gave my pussy an orgasm.

He thrusts twice and my legs wrap around him as he does what he promised.

He slows his thrusting but doesn’t stop. My clenching pussy clings to his dick.

“How many times did he come inside you?” Adrian asks. “And where?”

Oh Goddess. I don’t have the answer. I know it was a lot.

“Five times,” Carter whispers. “All in her pussy.”

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