Page 49 of The Mafia's Omega Queen

“See that, boss man?” Hunter asks with a rumble, holding his fingers in front of Vinny’s face when he appears between us. “My,” he emphasizes the word, “omega is wet as fuck. Have you tasted her slick yet?”

Vinny gives a small nod as he grits his teeth, his hazel orbs watching as Hunter waves his fingers back and forth in front of his face.

“Open,” Hunter barks. My mouth drops open and then snaps shut when I realize he wasn’t talking to me.

I wait with bated breath to see what he’s going to do. Either he’ll demand to be released, or he’ll give in.

Vinny clenches his jaw, then he shocks the fuck out of me when he opens his mouth, sticking out his tongue.

“Good boy.”

I snort at Hunter’s praise of his boss. Vinny narrows his eyes, his teeth clicking together as his mouth closes.

“Don’t ever call me that again,” Vinny growls, a deep and dangerous sound that has slick wetting my thighs even more.

Hunter snorts this time, not phased the slightest bit at his ire. “Noted, boss. Now open.” Vinny’s mouth falls open a second time, and before he can protest, Hunter shoves those two slick-covered fingers between his teeth. “Suck.”

Oh. Oh shit. I can’t believe this is happening.

Vinny wraps his lips around Hunter’s fingers, sucking and licking my slick from them with a rumble of approval.

If I had panties on, they would have disintegrated. I know each of my guys are straight, but even the small action of Vinny sucking on Hunter’s digits is something dreams are made of.

Can we stay spank bank material?

I tilt my head in thought, still eyeing the show in front of me.

Or would that be flicking the bean material?

Either way, it’s hot as fuck.

“Enough,” Hunter barks, ripping his fingers from between Vinny’s lips. He grimaces at the slobber left behind and wipes them across Vinny’s, no doubt, expensive ass shirt.

Hunter swaggers back over to me, his cock at half-mast. His gaze roves over me like a caress, his length hardening once again the longer he looks his fill.

“You ready, little killer?”

“Please.” I’m not above begging, and they all know it. Well, Hunter does, but it’s something Vinny will eventually learn.

He grips my hip and turns me so Vinny has a view of my side. Then he grasps my thighs and lifts. My arms twinge in pain at taking my full weight until Hunter wraps one of my legs around his waist, moving the other—the one closest to Vinny—up and over his shoulder. Practically bending me in half.

He’s doing everything he can to make sure Vinny doesn’t miss moment of what he could’ve had by now. It’s kind of a shitty thing to do, but then all the things he’s done to me in the past flash through my mind, and I push those thoughts away.

I have to remember this is more than likely Hunter’s punishment for Vincenzo. Granted, it may not have happened if it wasn’t for me wanting to punish him. But the bad blood between them has festered long enough. Maybe they will be able to start with a clean slate after this.

Without warning, Hunter snaps his hips, burying himself as deep as he can go. Vinny makes a noise of protest at the harsh treatment, but my cry of bliss cuts him off. This is tame compared to what we did the last time we were in here. Vinny would probably try to take Hunter’s balls if he knew there was knife-play involved.

Hunter ignores Vinny’s presence and pretends like we’re the only two people in the room. He kisses and drags his tongue along my calf as he continuously thrusts into me, the tenderness of his mouth on my skin a stark contrast to the beating he’s putting my pussy through.

What is it with these men wanting me to feel them for days on end? Not that I’m complaining. Okay, maybe I am a little. One of these times, I’ll have to put an out-of-order sign on my pelvis to keep them away.

Hunter’s hip stutter, his release so damn close he slows down, making me whine. He had me right on the edge, and now I’m backsliding.

“Don’t stop, Alpha.” I dig my foot into his ass, trying to get him to pick the pace back up. He shakes his head, the sweat on his brow dripping between his eyes. “Please, Alpha. I want your knot.”

The chains holding Vinny’s arms above his head start to rattle. We both look over, and he looks nearly feral, fighting against the binds to give me what I’m begging for. His canines are elongated, and he’s snapping his teeth threateningly.

“Opps,” Hunter murmurs with a slight laugh. “I think we knocked him into a rut or damn near close.”

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