Page 45 of The Omega Lesson

“She’s pretty spectacular,” Noah grins, rapping his fingers against the door. “And I’m not above buying her love, just so you know.”

“We should plan something nice to do with her next weekend,” Mattie says, brushing my cheek. “The zoo, maybe?”

My heart lifts, but then I grimace. “I’ll have to check. Richard has her signed up to a bunch of stuff. Most weekends we just run from one class to the next.”

The guys exchange a look, but then Mattie stands and drops a kiss on my forehead. “I’ve got that dinner with Ben and all the cousins tonight. You want me to cancel so we can stay and snuggle?”

I laugh at the hopeful look on his face. Ben has three uncles, two aunts, and about a million cousins, and they all get together for family dinner about once a month. “No, go and eat with your family. We’ll be waiting when you get back.”

“Yeah,” Noah says, already peeling off his shirt. “We’ll be waiting, Bratty Boy. And I’ll rustle up something delicious to eat right here.”

He wags his brows at me as he gets in the bath and I bite back a moan at the sight of him. Naked Noah is a feast for the eyes. From the shock of pink hair, to the tattoos, to the matching diamond piercings in his nipples, it’s hard to know where to look first. I settle for the swollen cock between rock-hard thighs. I’m especially fascinated by the circular piercing there, right through the top of the flared head, and my mouth waters as I remember the feel of it inside me during my heat. A lot of it’s a blur, but I remember the way it nudged my clit and dragged against my walls. I want to study it more closely, but before I can drink in my fill, Noah is sinking into the water behind me and pulling me back against his chest.

“Where on earth did you get legs like these?” I ask as I squeeze between his well-formed muscles.

“Horse riding,” he smirks into my hair. “Control is all in the quads, sweetheart.”

“God,” I murmur, remembering his comment about the monkey riding home on my lap. “Lucky freaking horse.”

We play in the bath while Mattie gets ready, pouting at us in the mirror. He doesn’t have a lot of his stuff here yet, since he’s finishing up the week in the boarding house, so he changes into a black button-down he borrowed from Noah. It looks amazing against his golden skin, and when he’s finished fussing with his hair, it pulls tight over his shoulders as he crosses his arms and stares at us. “You trying to torture me, or what?”

Noah has one of my breasts in his hand, his fingers strumming the nipple, while his other hand is buried between my thighs. I moan, twisting under his touch and sloshing bathwater onto the floor.

“Stay back, Mattie,” I gasp as Noah’s fingers circle my clit, sending another wave over the edge of the tub. “Don’t get your clothes wet.”

“Fuck that,” he murmurs, his gaze locked on my aching nipple. “I’ve been a good boy. I deserve at least a pre-dinner snack.”

“You Cliff boys and your snacks.” Noah chuckles against my neck, his tongue swirling along the straining cord. “But she tastes like vanilla ice cream,” he taunts, plucking at my nipple until I cry out. “I thought you only liked salty snacks, Bratty Boy.”

“My favourite flavour is Lexi,” he replies withgimme gimmehands. “And if you hold out on me, I’ll cut you off, too.”

I would laugh at their banter if I wasn’t climbing towards a blissful peak, my entire body clenching around Noah’s fingers.

“Fine, but just a quick suck. Your lips are nearly as greedy as hers.”

He gives my clit a pinch to prove it, and Mattie lunges forward, slipping on the floor as he bends over the tub. Noah feeds him my nipple like it’s an appetiser, and they both groan as he sucks it deep into his mouth. The sensation makes me throw my head back and I’m clenching the side of the bath when Jack appears in the doorway. “How did you get in?” I gasp.

“Babe, please,” Noah snorts. “We all have keys. What did you think my builder was doing here all day?”

I blink at that, but Jack is muttering about a change of plans over his shoulder as he enters the bathroom. He’s wearing faded black jeans and a Balenciaga tee, and looks scorching hot. I feel my belly flutters turn into loop-de-loops as he stares down at us with ravenous eyes. “You can go to dinner without me, sweetheart.”

Ben looms up in the doorway, his frown melting into a smile as he takes us in. Jack has stripped away his clothes at lightning speed, and now nudges Mattie aside. “Out of the way, Junior. You’ve got a family dinner to get to.”

“A dinner you’re all invited to,” Ben says, “but I guess the Cliff cousins can’t really compete with this.”

“Sorry, Ben,” I manage to grind out, my gaze glued to Jack as he strokes his cock. The room is already growing hazy with the brothers’ cherry-chocolate scent. “I’m sure it will be a really nice catchup.”

That gets more than one snort out of them, but Noah just gives the Cliff boys a dirty grin. “Lift your hips, sweetheart, so I can fuck you while you suck my big brother off.”

Mattie curses at that, backing up to the vanity while Noah shifts me into place. It takes a lot less effort than it should to sink down onto a shaft of his size, and he strokes a hand down my spine, cooing in my ear. “There’s still slick coming out of her,” he tells the others. “She sucked me in like it was nothing.” His breath catches as I press down on him, wiggling my hips. I hum in a mixture of shock and pleasure as I feel his sinful piercing slide along my inner walls. “Now, where is that pretty little lock for my dirty big key?”

“You fucking suck, Noah!” Mattie spits, but Ben just laughs and pulls his brother towards the door. “Enjoy it, motherfuckers,” Mattie says with a hot look in my direction. “Because it’s Cliff family time tomorrow night. You get me?”

I can’t exactly check my schedule, and then Noah is thrusting up into me and I shudder at how good it feels. And that’s without my lock, because as much as I try, I can’t seem to get a rise out of it. I’m not sure if it’s broken from being held back during my heat, or if my body is just too worn out to go the extra mile. But as the Cliff boys head out, grumbling about their dinner plans, I shoot Noah an apologetic look over my shoulder. “I don’t know why it’s not working…”

But he hushes me with a swivel of his hips, his hands pining me to the side of the bath as his piercing strums my walls. “Sweet thing, never apologise for riding my dick.”

Jack has the head of his cock pressed to my lips, but he holds back, his hand stroking my chin. “You okay, love?”

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