Page 112 of Choosing Their Omega

“Can’t say he didn’t warn you,” Cruz breathes into my ear with a chuckle. “I love making you scream my name, but knowing you’re about to come on my hand without a sound? That’s hot as fuck too. Hold on, sunshine. Just ride it out.”

With that, he and Miles start to work together in earnest, their hands moving faster. I’m already so sensitive from coming once at the bookstore and once here, making every sensation feel sharper and more potent. At first, it’s overwhelming that it’s nearly painful, but as my body starts to come down from the previous climax, hunger for another builds inside me.

I lock in on Lawson’s face, staring at him like he’s my lifeline as I try to brace myself for the pleasure. It feels a little like standing at the edge of an ocean and bracing for a tidal wave—no matter how ready I think I am, I know it’s going to sweep me away when it hits.

“Are you ready?” Cruz murmurs. “Can you stay quiet?”

I shake my head, my thighs clenching.

His voice drops as he asks, “Are you going to come anyway?”

I nod, my blood feeling like it’s on fire. Part of me is afraid that he and Miles will stop, since I basically just admitted that I won’t be able to stay silent. But they don’t. Miles pinches my clit as Cruz adds a third finger, pressing them in as deep as they’ll go.

“Ohh…” My head drops forward a little, my elbows resting on the table as my stomach tightens. I squeeze my eyes shut, vaguely aware of Knox and Lawson coughing to cover up the sound of my low groan.

It feels like it takes at least a full minute for the orgasm to recede, and even after it does, I stay where I am for a second, gathering myself back together as my breath slowly evens out. When I lift my head, blinking at my men, I find them all watching me with possessive pride in their eyes.

“Well done,” Cruz says, drawing his fingers out of me. He brings them to his lips, tasting me as he sucks the ends of his fingertips, and I whimper softly.

Miles gives my thigh another squeeze, bumping my shoulder with his. “No one noticed, red. No one here knows that you just came twice. You’re doing so well for us.”

I draw in a deep breath, feeling proud and accomplished. But before I can relax too much, Lawson clears his throat, lifting a brow.

“Knox didn’t get his turn,” he points out.

My eyes flare wide, nerves and excitement fluttering in my stomach. I purse my lips, making a face at Lawson. “I thought you were on my side!”

He chuckles. “Oh, I am, beautiful. Trust me.”

And he’s not lying, because even though I’m nervous about having my acting abilities put to the test three times, I can’t deny that I still want more. Knox catches my gaze, his usually stoic expression shifting into something almost impish as he casually lifts his fork and then drops it on the floor under the table.

“Oops,” he says, shaking his head and making a few locks of shaggy dark hair fall over his forehead. “Dropped my fork. Let me just get that.”

The next thing I know, he’s ducking out of his seat and disappearing beneath the table. Fortunately, there’s a long tablecloth that mostly hides him from view, but the table isn’t that big. The idea of the massive, 6’7” goalie crouched beneath it is almost enough to make me laugh—until I feel his large hands on my thighs, pulling them farther apart.

Cruz, ever the helpful one, reaches down to tug my panties out of the way, and a second later, Knox’s mouth is on my pussy.

“Goddamn.” His voice is muffled and low, only audible to the three of us. Even Lawson probably can’t hear him from where he sits across the table. “You taste so good, angel. Could die a happy man between these thick, perfect thighs.”

“Oh…”

The sound I make is quiet, but there’s no mistaking it for anything other than a moan. Fuck. I bite my bottom lip, reining in the other noises that try to rise up my throat. I hope Knox was serious about being happy to die between my thighs, because I have a feeling I’m about to suffocate him as I clench my legs, trapping his head between them.

He doesn’t seem to have any interest in coming up for air. He keeps going, devouring me like I’m the best thing on the menu here, burying his face deeper against my soaked flesh as he fucks me with his tongue.

My fingers curl and then splay wide. I don’t know what to do with them, or with the rapidly surging pleasure cascading through my body. It’s about to crest, and I turn to look at Miles, panic probably written across my face.

“I’ve got you, red,” he murmurs.

Then he palms the back of my head and kisses me at the exact same moment Knox’s wicked tongue pushes me into my fourth orgasm of the day. He captures my broken, desperate noises, muffling them with his lips, and on my other side, I’m aware of Cruz gripping my hand, grounding me through his touch.

With one more swipe of his tongue, Knox finally peels my thighs away from his ears. As Miles and I break apart, I look over to see Knox climbing out from beneath the table, the fork he “accidentally” dropped held in his hand. His lips are wet, gleaming with my arousal, his rugged features are a bit more flushed than usual, and his hair is messy.

He holds up the fork with a sly smile and then sits back in his chair as I practically melt into mine. I feel completely boneless, but that doesn’t stop a happy, dazed smile from spreading across my face.

“God, I’m glad you all decided to bid on my auction item,” I breathe.

Lawson chuckles, and Cruz wraps an arm around my shoulder, tugging me close against his side as he presses his lips to my temple.

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