Page 42 of Hunting Their Omega

“I didn’t hear an answer,” he growled.

Fuck, why was the sound of his voice so damn hot?

My eyes flitted from Alaric to Wynn. I was trapped between temptation and instinct.

But I didn’t want to be free.

I wanted them to devour me.

“Yes,” I panted.

“Good girl.”

Bishop’s fingers traced my seam, slipping through my slick and pressing on my clit. I moaned, my hips jerking forward. He cupped my breast, offering it to Alaric, who strode forward and sucked my hard nipple with a groan that weakened my knees. My breaths came in rough, fast pants as Alaric’s tongue flicked over my skin.

I gasped as Wynn kneeled in front of me and pressed his nose to my pussy, inhaling obscenely.

“Goddess, you make me hard,” he murmured. He looked up at me, his frosty eyes piercing mine. The sight of my Alpha on his knees, his gaze hotter than hellfire, was enough to make me lose all sense of reality. “Are you going to watch me lick the cream out of your hot little pussy?”

Goddess, save me.

The most I could manage was a whimper, but it was more than enough for my mates.

Before I could understand what was happening, Bishop spread me open with two fingers. Wynn’s growl of appreciation only grew louder when Alaric bit down on my nipple.

I cried out as Wynn began feasting on my core. It was almost too much. Teeth and lips and tongue caressed my flesh—nipping and pulsing, sucking and claiming as wave after wave of wrecking pleasure built beneath my skin.

“You’re such a good girl, Isolde,” Bishop purred, trailing his nose down my neck.

He kissed the dip in my collarbone, and my head dropped to the side, giving him more access—his teeth sank into the tender flesh, his possessive growl warming my spine.

Their hands were everywhere, their mouths and tongues branding every inch of me. Stars exploded behind my eyes, bliss bursting in plumes across my skin.

Wynn slid his long tongue inside me, fucking me with it as if it were his cock. My jaw dropped, but he pulled away before I could tumble over the edge. I growled in frustration, and a dark chuckle echoed through the room.

My knees hit the bed, and Alaric slid underneath me. A smirk tipped his lips as he stared shamelessly at the most intimate parts of me.

“So impatient.” Alaric placed a soft kiss on my center. “Are you ready to be filled? To be stuffed so full of our seed that it drips down your legs for days after?”

Goddess, what was wrong with me? I wondered if my heat damaged my brain cells because I felt like I could come from his words alone.

“Rub that needy pussy all over my face, baby,” Alaric cooed. “Don’t be shy.”

My cheeks flushed, but I did as he asked. I let my heat fuel my motions, and the world dropped away as I lowered myself onto his face.

Wynn’s hands urged me forward, fingers skating down my back and teasing me with firm, demanding touches. Then he was there, steel pressing at my clenching entrance.

“Are you going to take this cock like a good girl?” Wynn growled.

I nodded frantically.

“I need to hear you say it.” A firm palm came down on my ass, and I yelped. “Use your words.”

Alaric sucked on my clit, and I mewled, my body spasming with the release they had yet to give me.

I needed more, so much more.

“I want it,” I said quickly.

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