Page 220 of Stolen Omega

I just pull him closer and squeeze his cock in my hand.

He moans for me, and I lean in to kiss him.

I can tell Archer’s watching us.

He’s quiet and intense, and it always feels like he’s watching.

I can’t wait to see what it feels like when he’s doing more than that.

I break the kiss. “Are you going to let me suck your pretty cock while your Alpha knots me?”

“Fucking hell,” Russ mutters, the look in his eyes telling me he’d love to.

We look at Archer, and holy fucking hell, he’s naked now. He looks like a statue of a seriously well-hung God. He’s so sculpted and muscled, and his dick … that thing needs its own zip code.

It can have mine. It belongs inside me anyway.

Zoey might not get him back. I might have to keep him, locked away in a dark room where all he gets to taste is my slick. I look at Russ with newfound respect. This guy might love sex, and props for that, but anyone who can take a cock that looks like a veiny battering ram and go back to beg for more is a winner in my world.

I spread my legs on the towel, feet sinking into the wet sand, the feel of water lapping at my toes oddly relaxing. I’ve been waiting for Archer to tell us what to do, but if my Alpha’s a little shy, I don’t mind making the moves.

“I need your knot,” I tell him. “If you’re ready to give it to me.”

He definitely looks ready. He just seems a little hesitant.

Russ turns his gaze back to me. His hand moves to stroke my cock, and his lips brush soft kisses over my collar and throat. I can feel Archer coming closer to watch us together.

Russ knows his Alpha pretty well, but although he’s aroused, he seems a little concerned when he looks at Archer. I’m going to have to figure out how to put the big guy at ease.

My slick is starting to soak the towel. I’m so damn ready for a knot.

“You’re so wet,” Russ murmurs, as his hand slips lower.

“You should be on your hands and knees,” Archer says.

I move quickly into that position, glad that he’s giving me some direction.

“Russ, get in front of Dale.”

Russ moves quickly. I lick my lips as I wait, feeling Archer move behind me and kneel on the towel.

He tugs me back a little, and I feel the thick shaft of his cock spreading my cheeks. I rub against it; the anticipation of being filled by him is killing me.

“Tell me if I need to stop or slow down,” Archer warns me.

He rubs the head of his cock against my opening. Fucking hell it feels so much bigger than any cock I’ve had before. So big, he’s stretching my well-lubricated hole to breaking point. For a second, I’m not sure he’ll fit. Then my slick comes in fast, and he sinks in a few fast inches, making me gasp.

He stops. “Good or bad?”

“More,” I answer, knowing I sound possessed. I need a knot, and I need it now.

Russ moves out of sight, and suddenly Archer’s sinking in all the way.

He feels impossibly long, and thick, and then his massive cock expands, and I feel like I’m being hollowed out to make room for it. It takes me a second to catch my breath.

“Don’t do that again,” Archer scolds.

“You were making an Omega who’s in heat wait because you’re paranoid you’re too big,” Russ says while he gets back on his knees, his cock sticking right up in front of me.

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