Page 218 of Stolen Omega

“And you’ve clearly never learned any manners,” Zane tells him.

“I’m glad I’m the only woman you’ve ever been with.”

“I shouldn’t tease,” Cam says. “You’re the only woman I’ve slept with, too.”

“I was Archer’s first woman, and Dale’s. Russ didn’t wait because he didn’t think he had a true mate.”

“Yeah, Russ doesn’t seem like the waiting type.”

“You’re not only our first, you’re our only,” Zane tells me, as he starts to rock into me. “You’re our forever.”

“You’ve got that right,” Cam murmurs.

Oh, I like it when these two agree on something.

“Cam?” I ask, putting on a sweet voice. “Would you take the slick from my thighs and rub it all over your cock?”

His eyes widen as he does what I’m asking.

“What are you thinking?” Zane asks.

“Oh, I’m thinking about giving you another first.” I give him a mischievous grin.

“If you stand up, Cam, can Zane get your dick in his mouth from … Oh, God, that’s so fucking hot.”

Chapter Eighty-Nine

Zane

Pleasing two of my mates at once is the easy part. Trying not to come while I do it feels close to impossible. Timing the movements gets me sinking deep into Zoey while I deep-throat Cam’s dick, but every thrust makes me feel so fucking close to the edge that I can barely stand it.

I close my eyes so I can’t look at their faces. Seeing how much they’re into this is too fucking hot.

“Don’t come too soon,” Cam murmurs. “You need to stay hard for our Omega.”

It’s like asking me to hold an ice cream cone in the height of summer and telling me not to let it drip.

It’s going to fucking drip. That’s inevitable.

I moan around Cam’s cock, and he mutters something inaudible before his fingers grip my hair and he starts controlling my movements for me, making me slow down.

He can barely hold on himself. It’s as difficult for him as it is for me.

I moan again, and he curses under his breath.

He’s going to come before I do.

I gaze up at him through my eyelashes, and he sucks in a breath before he explodes in my mouth.

I swallow every last drop while he holds me down on his rigid cock.

God, he tastes like Zoey. Her juices were all over his cock before he rammed it down my throat.

It’s that thought that pushes me over the edge. I thrust deep, coming inside her and moaning around Cam’s shaft.

He lets me go, and I catch my breath as I stare at him.

“There’s still a ton of slick on my other thigh,” Zoey says, which makes Cam move down to scoop it up and cover his still erect cock with it.

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