Page 222 of Stolen Omega

“Oh, believe me, I want absolutely everything you’ve got.”

“Everything?” I ask.

“If you’re asking if I want your mark, the answer is hell yes. Preferably right now, but you’d better make it the opposite side from Zane’s.” He moves his head, and I can reach the perfect spot if I bend a little.

I do it before I can talk myself out of it.

My head needs some work to catch up with my body.

Physically, I’ve been ready for so long it hurts.

Mentally, I’m overthinking every little thing and that isn’t helping anyone.

Dale’s soft sigh when he goes back down on all fours is reward enough for right now.

He wants me to be his Alpha, and he needs me to be his mate.

So, I give him everything I’ve got, and when I get too in my head, Russ helps remind me that I need to be in the moment. He understands, because he knows what my life has been like. He knows I’ve been waiting forever for this, and that it turned out to be more than I expected.

He knows change can make me overthink things.

Everything that’s happening here is going to change my life, for the better.

I rock into my new mate slowly, giving him what he needs.

He makes sexy little noises that get louder when Russ shoots me a devilish grin before he lays down on his back and moves under Dale. The man is a contortionist, because I don’t know how he’s doing it, but I’m pretty sure it’s his mouth that’s making Dale gasp like crazy.

His tongue flicks against the base of my shaft, and I close my eyes.

“Oh my God,” Dale murmurs.

He jerks under me and lets out a low moan.

Whatever the hell Russ is doing down there, he’d better keep it up.

Chapter Ninety-Two

Russ

I still have the taste of Dale’s cum on my tongue when I move under him and start licking his slick off his balls. He shudders as my tongue explores that area, while his cock hovers over my chest, in the perfect position to be pumped in my hand when the time is right.

I lick a little higher, getting a stronger, sweeter taste of the slick that’s dripping down the base of Archer’s cock. I could get addicted to the taste of him. In fact, that might have already happened.

My dick gets hard again as I taste him slowly, catching some of his dripping slick in my mouth and using it to keep his balls nice and wet. His breath catches every single time I lick him, no matter where it is. I’ve got him on edge, and I’m pushing him closer and closer to a climax while our Alpha keeps him sated on his huge knot.

I’m so focused on what I’m doing that all I can think about is pushing Dale over the edge, and feeling his cum on my body, that when he moves and I feel my cock slipping into his mouth, I almost jerk it away from him.

He’s so good at sucking dick. He can take it deep, like he has no gag reflex at all.

He barely seems to need to breathe while he’s doing it.

I resist the urge to rock my hips into his movements.

I go back to licking him, trying my best not to come too damn fast.

He needs to be knotted until he’s ready to pass the hell out.

I take a few deep breaths between licks, struggling to keep my composure while he puts his hands under my ass and basically fucks his mouth with my cock.

---