Page 59 of Wicked Truths

My tongue dances with Marcus’s. He’s so skilled it sends a pang to my chest when I think about how he learned all of his little tricks. My nails dig into his neck as I rise and fall, taking more of him on each descent.

“Would you like to know what it feels like to have Liam sucking on your clit while I knock the bottom out for you, dirty girl?” Marcus taunts between frantic kisses.

My nipples ache, and my pussy throbs in response to his teasing. I would like to, but I’m not sure that’s fair.

Liam is hot.

I like him as a human being, but I don’t know if that would be using him.

Marcus is probably right about me being too naive for my own good. People have meaningless sex all the time. I think it’s complicated by the fact I have genuine feelings for the alpha whose cock is trying to rearrange my insides.

“Marcus,” I sob as my pussy begins to contract in waves. With him raking my inner walls, it’s not going to take long for me to explode.

“Make sure you keep my cock inside you as you spin to face Liam,” Marcus instructs.

“I don’t—” My words cut off when Liam grips my hips and barely lifts me.

“I do love a challenge,” Liam says in a humor-lined tone. “That’s it, darling. Clench your pussy over his crown as you lift this knee for me.”

My head falls back, an embarrassing moan escaping my lips as Marcus latches onto my nipple. He bites, and just when it’s hitting the edge of painful, he switches to playful, teasing licks.

Marcus grunts, releasing me as Liam helps me turn to face him fully.

“You failed,” Marcus says as his shaft slips from me completely. The wet slap of it hitting his lower stomach makes my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I have no idea why, but it’s mortifying that I’m this wet.

Liam’s face breaks into a wide smile. “Hello, beautiful.” He slides his hands down my sides as Marcus lifts me enough that they’re able to get my panties off and toss them aside.

I’m pushed up on my knees, probably looking like a hot mess. My tank top is still on and stretched down under my tits, and my skirt is pulled up around my hips. Liam’s grip on my waist tightens, and he brings the fingers of his other hand to swipe them down the seam of my sex.

“My mouth is actually watering to taste you,” Liam says, quirking an eyebrow. He always does that when he’s challenging me. Maybe he thinks I’m going to back out?

Marcus wraps a tattooed forearm around my middle, yanking me back to rest against his chest. He guides his cock to my opening and thrusts up using his feet as leverage.

Liam watches, looking like sex personified. Now that I’m not so close to his front I can see his cock. It’s thick and heavy, pointing toward his belly button. That sexy V that men have between their pelvis and hips? Yeah, he’s got one of those, and it’s lined with tattoos just like the rest of him.

Liam’s hand flexes on my hip, and when he catches me watching, he wraps the other around his shaft. I’m pretty sure he’s not circumcised, which feels like a different kind of challenge from piercings, but as he thrusts into his fist, I’m pretty sure I could learn. Hell, I want to figure out how to manage that.

Both their scents are heavy in the air and Marcus’s taste is still on my tongue.

“She’s definitely enjoying the show,” Marcus growls. “Aren’t you, princess? Or do you like the way I’m ramming every inch of my cock up your tight little hole?” He scrapes his teeth over my neck.

“B-Both,” I whine. “Bite, please, Marcus. Bite me!”

“Not yet,” Marcus snarls. “Bounce on your knees. I want to see my cock slamming against your belly from the inside out.”

“Jesus Christ,” Liam hisses. “I don’t bloody understand how you can handle hearing her beg like that and not give in.”

Marcus slides his hand to where my stomach meets my pelvis and pushes. “Now, Oakley.”

My head rolls around his chest as my eyes fall shut. I’m pretty sure the combination of their pheromones is making me high. Someone pinches my clit, and I feel useless. All I can seem to do is feel.

“I’m going to lick your pussy,” Liam says.

My arm falls to wrap around Marcus’s when Liam licks over my soaked core. My nipples pulse as my sex tightens over Marcus’s length. His piercings slide and glide as I mostly grind on him. I’m supposed to be taking care of him and helping him feel better, but my entire body jolts with pleasure.

“Shh,” Marcus says, sliding his free hand up my throat. He wraps his forearm around my torso, between my tits so he can choke me gently. He’s still holding me with his other arm around my middle. I feel safe and confined, which is the ideal position for an omega.

Liam slides two fingers down from my clit to my hole as he sucks, and I’m not prepared in the least for him to maneuver a finger inside me next to Marcus’s cock.

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