Page 90 of Choosing Their Omega

This is something that was missing from the scene I love in that romance novel. In that book she takes two men in her pussy, but they’re alone—just the three of them. In real life, experiencing the stretch of being claimed this way by Cruz and Lawson while their pack mates watch is even more incredible than I could’ve imagined.

Their attention and praise is like fuel to the fire, and my heart races wildly as Cruz finally wedges his cock all the way inside me alongside Lawson’s.

“What do you think, beautiful?” Lawson shudders beneath me, gripping my hips with an almost bruising hold. “Is it as good as it was in your book?”

“Better,” I blurt, my breasts aching and heavy with arousal as they press against his chest. “So much better. Because it’s you. All of you.”

“Fuck, when you say shit like that…” He trails off, releasing my hips and framing my face with his hands. Our gazes meet, and the depth of emotion in his eyes almost scares me—but only because I know exactly how he feels.

This is about more than just sex. More than just kink. More than just my heat, even.

It’s about the feelings that have been building between all of us.

I’m falling for these Alphas, and I think—I hope—that they’re falling for me too.

“Fuck me,” I breathe. “Both of you. You won’t hurt me. You can go hard, I promise I can take it.”

“I’m not sure I can,” Cruz jokes gruffly.

But the two of them do what I asked, working together to slide me up and down on their cocks as they find a synchronized rhythm. They don’t have as much range of motion like this as they would if they were fucking me separately, but everything feels so much more intense like this, so it hardly matters. Every time they both slide in and out of me, my entire body responds to the sensations.

I’m doing my best not to thrash between them, but there’s so much pleasure building up inside me that it’s hard to stay still. My body is shivering from head to toe, sweat covering my skin, and I don’t even know how I’ll survive the orgasm when they make me come like this.

“Look at you, taking them so well.” Miles’s voice is full of pride. “We train with some of the toughest Alphas in hockey, but none of our teammates have anything on you, red. You’re a fucking champion.”

“Damn right, you are,” Knox agrees.

Their hands are on my body too, and I feel like I’m floating, lost in a haze of arousal where everything feels incredible. The feeling of discomfort at being stretched so wide is nearly blotted out by the pleasure of it, and my heart crashes against my ribs at the thought of what it will feel like to be knotted like this.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last. Too good. You feel too damn good.” Cruz’s words are interrupted by harsh breaths, and Lawson nods in agreement. I get the feeling both men are trying to hold out, to not be the first one to come—so I take that possibility away by doing it myself.

My climax hits me like a ton of bricks, drawing a full-throated scream from my lips as I jerk between them, my muscles all stiffening at once.

“Lily!” Lawson roars out my name as he comes in a rush, and as his knot starts to swell inside me, Cruz grunts.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuck.” Cruz thrusts several more times, driving into me even as the fit gets tighter and tighter. Then his knot inflates too as jets of cum fill my insides.

Their knots press together, expanding behind my pubic bone and binding us all in place. I’m still shivering, and I can’t seem to stop, my orgasm going on and on until I lose track of time.

I’m draped over Lawson’s chest, completely boneless, and I can’t even summon the energy to lift my head. But my gaze goes to Miles as he jerks himself off roughly beside us, and I open my mouth on a soft whimper.

Lawson lets out an exhausted chuckle beneath me, using one hand to help angle my head as Miles moves closer.

“Hungry, red?” Miles asks, and I make a little noise that sounds enough like yes for him to get the point. He directs the tip of his cock toward my tongue as I drop my jaw, spilling his release into my mouth. Some of it dribbles out the side, but I swallow as much as I can.

Miles brushes his fingers along my cheek, gazing down at me tenderly. Then the dominant gleam lights in his eyes again as he grips my jaw and turns my head to the other side.

“Swallow Knox down too,” he commands. “Be a good little Omega and take all of our cum.”

I moan, the pleasure of it all so intense that it’s almost painful. I’m still stretched around Cruz’s and Lawson’s cocks, and when the musk of Knox’s arousal hits my nostrils, my eyes nearly roll back in my head. I lean forward a little, wrapping my lips around his thick, smooth crown, and less than a second later, spurts of salty cum hit the back of my throat.

There’s a touch of maple syrup and bourbon to the flavor of his cum, and I suck on him greedily, swallowing it just like Miles told me too.

Knox’s thick, rough fingers brush my sweaty hair back from my face. He pulls out of my mouth and then drops his head to whisper into my ear, “I’m so glad Cruz brought you home that day.”

I’m sure the others can probably hear him, but I know that the words are meant just for me. And they mean so much. Knox was the most uncertain about letting me stay with them, the slowest to warm up to me—and although he’s made it clear that his feelings toward me have changed a lot since then, it still hits me hard to hear him say it out loud, in such clear terms.

He wants me here.

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