Page 14 of The Mafia's Omega Queen

Ugh. Omega goo? Really? These bastards are making me soft. And I vow here and now that if I ever use that term again, I’m totally kicking my own ass.

Arden snags my chin in his strong fingers and tilts my head his way. “What can we do to make it up to you, sweets?”

I bite my bottom lip as thoughts of everlasting orgasms flit through my mind. Heat shoots straight to my core, making my panties dampen. Hunter breathes heavily as my perfume thickens in the air, and his purr changes at the drop of a dime, turning into a growl laced with desire. The other two echo his sentiments, their growls mixing into a cacophony of lust.

Now we’re talking.

The guys move as one, slowly peeling the clothes from my body, careful not to bump any healing injuries. It’s almost as if they see me as nothing more than a fragile piece of glass, something that would break if they moved too fast.

They should know me better than that by now, but I refuse to open my mouth and say anything. There’s no way I’ll put the orgasms they’re promising me in jeopardy.

A cold breeze wafts over my heated skin the moment I’m completely bare and laid out before them. Each man has a salacious look on their face, heat blazing into a fiery inferno the longer they look their fill of my nude form.

They trade a quick glance at each other like their having their own private conversation that ends before it truly begins, and then they descend upon me. Gavin cups my face, his blue eyes shining as he reverently takes in my features before slanting his mouth against mine. He kisses me tenderly, pushing his feelings into me, almost burning them into my psyche with every lash of his tongue.

I moan into his kiss as a hot mouth closes over my pebbled nipple, sucking, licking, biting until it’s so damn hard it borders on painful. There’s no doubt it’s Hunter punishing my nipples. Arden is too sweet, too soft, to be inflicting any type of pain. The heat disappears, causing me to whimper into Gavin’s mouth.

Gavin swallows each and every sound I make as I writhe across the bed, the anticipation of the next touch driving me insane.

Two strong hands grip my thighs, slowly parting them. Even from here, I can smell my own slick as it gathers at my center, dripping into the bed. I’m so damn turned on, and if they don’t touch me again soon, I’m going to explode.

I try to pull away from Gavin so I can see what the other two are doing, but he holds me prisoner with his tongue, making me wait it out. Impatiently, may I add.

Without warning, a thick finger rims my entrance and then thrusts in deep, making me arch off the bed. A sharp cry pierces the air, one Gavin can’t stop from escaping my lips. The finger inside me retreats, only to be replaced with two, thrusting as far as they can go and curling up, rubbing the spongy spot inside me that makes my toes curl.

Lips wrap around my clit and give a quick suck as those two digits pulse in and out of my center, frying all my brain cells at once. It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve had an orgasm, and I know this isn’t going to last long.

Gavin finally pulls away, letting me take a breath as he kisses across my jaw, tilting my head for access to my neck. Hunter grins the moment he catches my eyes, his thick fingers the ones penetrating my pussy. A head full of dark hair hides his actual fingers, but there’s no hiding the movement of his arm and no denying that Arden is the one growling and groaning against my clit, pushing me closer and closer to the proverbial edge.

“You like that, baby girl? Hunter’s fingers toying with that pretty pussy while Arden tongue-fucks you into oblivion?” A keening cry works its way out of my mouth at Gavin’s filthy words that he whispers against my skin.

“You do, don’t you, little killer?” Hunter rumbles, punctuating every word with another thrust of his fingers. “Your pretty little cunt is squeezing all the feeling out of my fingers. Do you need to come, little omega?”

“Yes,” I whimper, my walls fluttering as I climb closer to the climax I so desperately need. “Please, let me come, alphas and beta. My loves.”

“Well, fuck. Since you asked so nicely.” Hunter doubles his efforts, his fingers now pounding into me with the intent to leave a delicious ache tomorrow. Arden nips at my clit at the same time Gavin bites down on one of my nipples and pinches the other.

My cry of pleasure reverberates around the room as I shoot off like a rocket, waves of orgasmic bliss threatening to drown me in my own puddle of slick. Each of my men growl in response, their sounds mixing with mine in a beautiful harmony of love and lust. They work me through the aftershocks, slowly bringing me back down to earth.

The moment it’s over, it’s a flurry of activity as they all move, once again needing to take care of me in other ways than just sexually.

After Hunter, Arden, and Gavin meticulously cleaned me up after the explosive orgasm they gifted me, they left my room, giving me some much-needed time to myself. The room is so damn quiet, you can hear a pin drop, and I’m almost regretting asking for the solitude. Before this moment, I never realized how lonely it can get in here without one of them present.

Contradictions for one thousand, please.

It was nice to talk to Dad last week, but immediately after, Gavin took the phone, much to my dismay. There are numerous things I could be doing right now with said phone, but the guys want me to rest, and they all knew I would never do that with a phone within reaching distance. Even if it’s a piece of shit burner. Maybe the next time I see Andre, I’ll ask him to get me some books from the library. I’m sure there has to be something in that massive space that will hold my attention.

My eyes get blissfully heavy the longer I lay here, and the next thing I know, I startle awake as someone comes into my room. I sit up quickly, looking for a knife, but sigh in relief when I see Andre standing awkwardly at the door with a steaming mug of—I take a deep sniff, and a small moan slips out as strong coffee tickles my senses.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were sleeping. I’ll go and come back when you wake up.”

Ope. Nope. There’s not a chance in hell I’ll let him leave the room with that mug.

I reach out my one good hand and make grabby hand movements, my eyes resting firmly on the wafting cup. He chuckles and comes forward, carefully handing it over to me. My butt wiggles on the mattress as the first sip turns into a deep drink, the heat of the scorching dark liquid sizzling as it slides down my throat.

Andre stands next to the bed, shifting from foot to foot, his demeanor much more unsure than he has ever been. Before he can say a word or run away, I slide over and pat the spot I was just in. Andre raises a brow, then sits down stiffly next to me. Gah, not him too. I’m not glass. He isn’t going to break me if he gets comfortable.

“Alright, Andre. I know you know what’s going on in the house. Give me the tea!” I pull my legs up and crisscross them, leaning back against the headboard. He adopts almost the same pose, except his legs are stretched out in front of him, his shiny black loafers hanging off the side of the mattress.

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