Page 70 of Choosing Their Omega

He grunts, pitching his hips forward as if he can’t help himself. He sinks in even deeper, and I shudder between the two of them as everything surges to a sudden peak. I come hard, bucking in their arms, and they hold on to me as I let out a soft, shaky cry.

“Fuck,” Knox chokes out. “That’s right. Goddamn.”

He gives one more thrust, and by the time my vision clears in the wake of the orgasm, I realize he’s fully buried inside me.

“Fuck me,” I breathe out, my arousal and need for these Alphas only heightened by my climax rather than being abated by it. “Please. Fuck me, Knox.”

Unlike Miles, who I could picture making me beg and beg until he finally decided to put me out of my misery, Knox doesn’t seem like the type to be a tease. He’s more the kind of man who’s stone-faced and straightforward, so when I ask him to fuck me, that’s exactly what he does.

Crushing me between him and Cruz, he thrusts into me with deep, hard strokes, making my eyes roll back as my swollen clit throbs with pleasure. My body jostles between them, my lower legs dangling loose as he grips my thighs tightly, and just as heat starts to build in my belly again, Knox groans.

“If you want to get inside her again, we’d better switch,” he tells Cruz. “Or I’m not gonna last much longer. You were right. She feels like a fucking dream. Like everything I never knew I needed.”

I feel Cruz nod behind me, and he steps back and points to the washing machine set along one wall.

“Over there,” he says. “Set her down and bend her over the washer.”

Knox drops his head to steal another hot kiss as he strides across the room, and once we reach the washing machine, we separate. He lifts me off his cock and sets me on my feet, and although he doesn’t grin, I can see the spark of humor and heat in his gray eyes as he jerks his chin, gesturing for me to turn.

He doesn’t have to do more than that. My legs are so wobbly that I feel like a newborn fawn, but I manage to spin in place and grip the edges of the washing machine, plastering my upper body over the top of it. The smooth metal is cool against my skin, making me realize how flushed I’ve gotten.

Cruz’s footsteps approach from behind me, and I bite my lip. Despite their assurances, it’s still easy to get lost in old body image issues that make me wonder if this position is flattering or if I should’ve tried to create a better angle.

But when Cruz grips my hips with both hands and slides into me like it’s been torture being separated, all of those thoughts are driven from my mind by the force of his thrust. I go up onto my tiptoes, my back arching as my body screams its approval of being fucked like this, one Alpha after the other.

“I wish you could see yourself.” Cruz’s voice is breathless and awed. “See how well you’re taking me. Fuck, Lily, I—”

He breaks off, but I can hear the warning in his voice, and I know what he’s trying to tell me. I don’t think he’s going to last much longer. But I don’t mind one bit, because the only thing I can think of that would feel better than being fucked by Cruz is feeling him come inside me.

I mewl softly, resting my cheek against the smooth surface of the washer. With my head turned like this, I can just make out Knox standing a few feet away from us, watching his pack mate fuck me like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen. He’s stroking himself, and even his large fist can’t disguise how big he is.

Our gazes lock, and a jolt of heat shoots through me as if I’ve just walked through an open flame. Cruz grunts, his thrusts becoming wilder as the first spurt of his cum fills me.

Then his knot starts to swell.

I suck in a breath, holding it in my lungs as he drives in one more time and then goes still, buried all the way to the root as his knot inflates fully. I can feel it swelling just past my pubic bone, locking his shaft inside me at the same time he spills the rest of his release.

“Cruz,” I gasp out. “Oh my god, your knot. It feels…”

“You okay?”

“Yes. Fuck, yes.” I nod, craning my neck to look back at him. “It’s so much.”

Honestly, it puts my vibrator with the knot at the base to shame. This is so much better, so much more intense. Because it’s not just about the knot and the feeling of fullness, or the sensation of having his cum trapped inside me. It’s Cruz. It’s the way his body bends over mine, his pelvis pressed flush against my ass. It’s the way we’re literally locked together, our bodies bound in the most intimate way possible.

A rush of emotions rises up in me at that thought, and I glance over to where Knox is standing nearby, suddenly desperate for him to be a part of this moment too—even more than he is already.

“Come here,” I whisper, and he does it immediately.

He steps closer, and as if he can sense what I want, Cruz loops an arm around my waist, holding me up as he pulls me away from the washer and pivots our bodies so that I’m facing Knox.

“Show him how good you feel, sunshine,” Cruz purrs quietly, running his free hand down my back in a soft caress. “Wrap those beautiful lips around my pack mate while you take my knot.”

I nod, licking my lips as the two men position themselves and me to make it easier. As soon as Knox is close enough, I take him into my mouth, sucking and running my tongue over his smooth skin.

A kind of satisfaction I’ve never felt before rolls through me as my Omega reacts to having two Alpha cocks at once. Drool slides down Knox’s shaft as I suck him more earnestly, bracing one hand one his hip and gripping his thick length with the other. My hand works in tandem with my mouth, my lips stretched wide around him as I make hungry little noises.

When he finally comes, he tips his head back on a deep groan that I feel all the way down to my bones. Cruz grunts behind me as I come again, and I swallow the salty tang of Knox’s cum as I try to ride out the endless wave of sensations.

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