Page 76 of Wicked Truths

Oakley moans long and loud as I lap at her clit. My hands tighten on her ass, showing her exactly how I want her to fuck my face. Her lavender scent floods my nose, and the fog creeps in with staggering force. I’m pretty fucking sure I’m a danger to both of us with how rabid I feel.

She trembles as her legs shake, and she rides my tongue like she isn’t afraid to take what she wants. I take back over when she freezes, moaning and shaking even more violently.

“Well, this is surely an intriguing find,” Liam says from somewhere. Oakley squeaks, but I don’t release her. I continue lapping up every drop of her taste that I can force onto my tongue. “I have serious doubts you’ll ever recover from that monster cock.”

He climbs on the bed.

I can’t see him, but I can feel it as he pushes down the mattress. My hand lifts from Oakley’s hip to flip him off.

“Wait, where are Marcus and Sullivan?” she asks, twisting to face him. It moves her from sitting on my face to her pussy hovering over my chest.

“They’re in the living room. A lovely Irish gentleman, who I believe co-owns the resort, helped me get them in safely. They’ll likely sober up within an hour or two. As a bonus, they were laughing and stumbling around looking for snacks the last I saw of them.” He kisses over her neck. “Don’t be too cross with them. Marcus had a hell of a day yesterday thanks to Angel.”

“No, I’m not upset,” she says, but Liam pushes his mouth to hers. The skinny fucker’s knees dig into my waist as he makes out with my omega. My cock is still rock hard and dripping pre-cum all over my stomach.

“Good, now I’m fairly sure you should be nesting, but it very well may qualify as cruel to leave the big guy hanging. Did he make you come hard, sweetness?” He tilts her head back with a handful of wet hair.

“Mm-hmm.” Her tits heave as she sucks in deep breaths.

“Are you going to return the favor?” He smirks, catching my gaze and winking.

“You don’t have to—” I cut off when Oakley whines.

“Scoot right down,” he suggests, pulling her backward with a hand in her hair and the other on her hip. She ends up kneeling directly over my pelvis. Her slick lower lips perfectly frame my cock.

“Holy shit, Hawk,” she moans, grinding over my length without me even being inside her.

“Do you think you prepped her enough for all that?” Liam asks, but his tone is more serious than ever before, even as his hand slides up her stomach to cup her tit.

My head shakes. I’m sure I haven’t. “No.”

“You want to make him come?” He nips at her neck.

“I already said yes. Are all alphas so dramatic?” Oakley huffs.

“You actually didn’t.” Liam chuckles. “How about a little old-school style… You know, I don’t think we can even call it dry fucking because you’re incredibly slick.” He releases her hair, climbing behind her until he’s kneeling over my thighs. I barely hold back the urge to growl. He’s not fucking her while she’s on top of me. Which doesn’t even make much sense considering he’s clothed, but my brain is functioning at baser level only. “Is your pussy fully framing his cock?”

“Yeah.” Oakley stares straight into my eyes, but hers are hooded and glassy.

Liam’s hands land on her hips, pushing her down. Fuck, it’s not quite like slipping inside her, but she’s so wet and warm that as he helps her grind, my cock jumps, dribbling pre-cum all over my stomach.

“That’s hot, isn’t it?” Liam growls, raking his teeth over her shoulder.

I’m still frozen, trying to hold myself back from tossing her down and fucking into her like the animal I am. My knot throbs as her hole grinds over it, but the pressure only lasts for a second before she’s sliding toward the tip.

Liam has a hand wrapping around her hip, teasing her clit, and he looks at me like he’s indicating I should get my shit together.

Oakley moves her hand from my chest down to tease over my crown, and a wicked snarl escapes my chest. She runs her thumb through my pre-cum and brings it to her pretty pink tongue.

“Fucking Christ.” My hands are on her waist, but they’re huge in comparison to her compact frame. I’m able to tease my thumbs over her nipples as her tits bounce.

“Knot,” Oakley sobs as her head rolls around Liam’s chest. “I need your knot. Or both of you? Please, now.” She continues rambling out pleas for both of us to fuck her, and my control is already paper-thin.

“All right,” Liam says, slapping a hand over her mouth. “I’m not even as far gone as the big guy is, and I’m aching to sink my teeth into you. Let’s just keep you from asking for anything you’ll regret when you sober up.” He pinches her clit and Oakley gushes all over my knot and the underside of my shaft as she curves toward me. Her sobs escape around Liam’s grip, but it’s the pressure and the way her tight little hole clenches on my knot that does me in. I’m not even inside her, but her body is desperate for a knot.

Oakley collapses on my chest, and I rip Liam’s hand away so that I can shove my tongue in her mouth while she comes. The kiss is ravenous as she begs and claws at my shoulders. My balls get tight and my dick swells, Oakley shimmies forward and impales herself on the crown of my cock on the way back.

She screams into the kiss as her cunt clenches over just the first inch or two of my length. My feet plant on the bed and I ignore Liam, fucking up into Oakley, but also trying not to go too deep. It’s so close to what I crave, but also not quite enough.

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