Page 69 of Choosing Their Omega

“If you really want the lights out, we’ll do it,” Cruz says, groping and fondling my breasts as he flicks his tongue over my nipples. “But please, sunshine, don’t deny us the chance to see you. We want to see every part of you. We want to worship you in the light and see what our hands and our mouths and our cocks do to you. We want to see every expression on your gorgeous face, every reaction in your beautiful body. We want you. All of you.”

He sounds so sincere. Almost desperate, the same way I felt when I begged them to fuck me a moment ago. It does something to me, hitting a tender spot in my heart and sending warmth radiating through my chest. I never expected these Alphas to call me ugly or anything—they’re too good of men to ever do something like that—but I think part of me still thought that although our scents and personalities are so compatible, they would’ve preferred it if I were thin and dainty like several of the other Omegas who were at my presentation ceremony.

But everything they’re saying right now proves that it’s not true.

If I believe them—and it’s hard not to, with the way they’re talking—then they don’t just accept me this way. They prefer me this way. They want me exactly the way I am.

My heart thunders against my ribs, and I let out a shaky breath as I whisper, “Okay. You can keep the lights on. Just please, fuck me alrea—”

Before I can finish the word, Cruz’s mouth is on mine. And if I thought his kiss was ravenous before, I was wrong. Because now I know what ravenous truly feels like. He kisses me over and over, barely separating long enough to tug his shirt over his head and work his pants off, and as soon as his shaft springs free, he reaches down to lift me up. Knox is right there behind me, his body as solid and immovable as a wall as Cruz braces my upper body against his friend and wraps my legs around his waist.

When Cruz’s cock head brushes my entrance, I hold my breath. And when he drives inside, all the air leaves my lungs in a sharp exhale.

He freezes for a second, pinning me between his muscled body and his pack mate’s, and I can feel him pulse deep inside me.

“Well?” Knox’s voice is a rasp. “Are you gonna fuck her or not?”

“Just… hold on a second.” Cruz grits his teeth, looking almost like he’s in pain. For a second, I think I must’ve done something wrong, but then I realize—he’s trying to get himself under control. Trying not to come.

Knox chuckles, clearly having realized the same thing. His large hands cradle my thighs, helping support me and keep me positioned perfectly for his pack mate, and his fingers dig a little deeper into my soft flesh as he groans.

“You see that?” he murmurs in my ear. “This is what having the lights on gets you. You see how wrecked Cruz is? You’re doing that to him, angel. You’re blowing his goddamn mind, and he’s only just gotten inside you. Can you imagine how fucking bad you’re going to wreck him when he feels that sweet pussy clench around him as you come? When he feels you take his knot? He’ll never be the same.”

Oh my god.

For the first couple of days I knew him, I was convinced Knox wasn’t a big talker, because he didn’t say much and never seemed to be as verbose as the rest of his pack mates. But now I’m starting to realize that he just saves his words for when they matter most. And then he comes out with something like that—something that has my pussy clamping down hard around Cruz’s shaft as I squirm between them, need spiking in my veins.

“Shit.” Cruz’s blue eyes glint as he draws partway out and then thrusts back in. “He’s right. We haven’t even started, and I’m already fucking ruined. Wait until you feel her, Knox. She’s so damn perfect. So tight and wet.”

“Can’t fucking wait.”

Knox growls the words, holding me steady as Cruz drives into me with strong, even thrusts. My breasts shake with each one, the air forced from my lungs on a sharp exhale every time he bottoms out, and I feel almost weightless as the two muscular Alphas hold me between them.

I can feel the hard bar of Knox’s length against my ass, pressed up against me through his pants, and I moan, turning my head to kiss him before finding Cruz’s mouth. I go back and forth like that a few more times, gasping and whimpering, and somewhere in the middle of all of it, Knox manages to tug his shirt off and shove down his pants.

“I could stay inside you all day,” Cruz murmurs against my lips. “But I couldn’t do that to Knox. He wants you so damn much, sunshine. Do you want him too?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

He quirks a lopsided smile. Then he pulls out, leaving me more empty than I’ve ever felt before, and the two Alphas turn me in their arms. My stomach flutters all over again at the feeling of being manhandled so effortlessly by the two of them, then Knox is gripping my thighs and holding me open so that he can slide into me.

Thanks to my big mouth and tendency to blurt awkward things, I already know that Knox is packing… but knowing it and experiencing it firsthand are two very different things. Cruz is big too, but even after having been fucked by him, I can still feel the stretch as Knox starts to impale me on his length.

My leg muscles tense up, and Cruz presses a kiss to my temple, helping his pack mate hold me steady just like Knox did for him.

“Is he a lot to take?” Cruz murmurs roughly.

“Yes!” I gasp.

“Do you want more?”

The answer spills from my lips without hesitation. “God, yes.”

He laughs, squeezing my hips and grinding his cock—which is still wet with my slick—between my ass cheeks. “You heard her. Give it all to her.”

Knox’s face is set, his jaw so tight that the muscles in his cheeks stand out starkly. His gaze drops to my pussy, and without thinking, mine follows. We both watch as he draws out and pushes back in, feeding my body more of his thick length, and I moan softly.

“So good,” I whisper. “Fuck, it’s so… so good.”

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