Page 71 of Broken Omega

He trusts us. He’ll understand we’re not going to let him down once he gets over the shock of last night’s discovery. I just wish he’d let me tell him all of that. I think it would reassure him a lot more than he realizes.

I usually sleep naked, but River’s mood is more solemn than usual, so I keep my briefs on when I slide under the covers to curl up next to my mate.

He has his back to me, his slender body curled up slightly in front of me.

I kiss between his shoulder blades, and he lets out a little gasp.

Wrapping my arm around him, I keep his body close.

My dick reacts to his body like it always does, with unbridled enthusiasm that my underwear can’t quite contain. His slick makes his boxer briefs damp, and that tiny hint of his sweet perfume is so damn delectable that I can hardly resist the urge to tear his underwear off and eat his ass until he’s begging to be fucked raw.

His breathing hitches when my fingers slip under the hem of his underwear.

I reach down past his rock-hard cock to stroke over his taut balls and finger his taint.

He arches against me, inviting more. I smile against his shoulder, kissing him there while my hand sinks lower to rub against his slick-coated entrance.

He groans as I finger that puckered hole, feeling how ready it is for my dick.

“Permission to talk?” I ask, as I push my finger in deep.

He glances back at me, nodding slowly.

“I will never, ever not want this,” I murmur, rubbing my cock against the swell of his ass while I sink a second finger inside him. “I could eat your ass and suck your cock all fucking day and never ask for anything more.”

“Oh fuck,” he groans, thrusting his head into the pillow as I fuck him with my hand.

I slide my other hand under him and use it to stroke his cock.

The tip is already wet and weeping pre-cum onto my fingers.

My dick strains a little harder against my underwear when I feel that sweet slickness on my skin.

River groans and bucks under me, breathing sharply as I tug on his cock a tiny bit harder.

“Come for me,” I whisper. “Come, so I can taste you.”

“Please fuck me harder,” he begs, his voice ragged.

I give him what he needs, pushing another finger inside him and thrusting harder.

He lets out a strangled gasp as he explodes and drips all over my hand and his slim stomach.

I give him a second to catch his breath before I move, carefully extracting my hand from under him and slowly licking his cum from my skin while my other fingers are still buried in his ass.

“I need you inside me,” River murmurs.

“Soon,” I promise. “Let me taste you, and then I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to take Frost’s knot for a week.”

RIVER

Donnie always knows exactly what I need. Sometimes it feels like he knows me better than I know myself. I was so fucking tense until he put his hands on me, so closed down I didn’t want to talk or hear him speak a word. One little kiss, and one little stroke, and he cracked me wide open.

Lust consumes me as he strips me of my underwear.

I want to be touching him. I need to feel him moving inside me.

He knows and he makes me wait, taking a second to stare down at me, before the hand he just licked clean of my cum moves gently over the marks on my inner thigh. I shiver at his touch on those marks. They show that I belong to him, and to Frost, and desire rushes through my body every time they touch them, skin on skin.

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