Page 77 of Hunting Their Omega

I palmed my erection, the sight of their writhing bodies sending my blood south. Fuck, there was nothing hotter than watching my mate come apart.

Wynn lapped at her pussy, and I dragged my tongue over her breast. Her fingers sank into my hair, nails scraping my scalp deliciously. I sucked a tight, swollen nipple into my mouth, and the taste of her skin exploded on my tongue. She arched her back, and I grabbed her inner thigh, opening her further for Wynn’s onslaught.

She thrashed beneath us. “Fuck,” she whined. “Goddess, I’m almost there.”

Wynn pulled back, placing his thumb on her clit. “You come on our cocks, do you understand?”

She wiggled her hips, growling in frustration, and I released her nipple with a pop.

“Answer him,” I ordered, nipping at her sensitive breast.

When she didn’t, Wynn moved his thumb in slow, gentle circles, the pressure too light to give her what she needed.

Bishop watched with heavy lids, palming his thick cock. Isolde licked her lips, and I groaned.

“Yes, I understand,” she finally relented.

“You’re going to be a good girl and squeeze two cocks inside this tight little pussy,” Wynn said, picking her up and seating her on his cock in one punishing stroke.

She cried out at the invasion, a blush coloring her cheeks as Wynn palmed her breast, pinching and pulling her tight, rosy nipples.

“Open that sweet mouth,” Bishop said, clenching his dick.

She eagerly obeyed, and he slipped his length between her lips. She hollowed her cheeks, bobbing up and down while he fucked her mouth.

“That’s right, baby,” Wynn whispered in her ear, his hips never breaking their rhythm. “I love watching you swallow his dick. Does it turn you on? Do you love it when we use your body?”

I moved between her legs, running my fingers through her slick and tracing her seam. The sight was hypnotizing.

She panted around Bishop’s cock, and her body shook with anticipation as I nudged my cock against Wynn’s, slowly slipping inside.

“What a greedy little pussy,” I hissed when she opened for me, her tight sheath stretching to accommodate the both of us.

I growled as her heat wrapped around me. The friction of her walls and Wynn’s length was almost too much. My nerves lit up, and I plunged into an abyss of unspeakable pleasure.

“You’re perfect,” I murmured, earning a shudder when I flicked her clit.

Every thrust took me higher, and my balls tightened as she moaned around Bishop’s cock. The erotic sight of hands cupping and dragging against her soft skin sent me over the edge.

My thighs trembled, and my body flushed with heat as I flooded her with my seed. Wynn and Bishop followed suit, filling our mate until come dripped from between her legs and the corners of her mouth.

I carefully pulled out and slid Isolde off Wynn, kissing her tenderly as I laid her on the bed. The mattress dipped as Wynn and Bishop collapsed on either side of her, wrapping her protectively between them.

As we embraced, the air crackled with the promise of a beautiful future.

Chapter 29

Isolde

“You’re sure you’re ready?” Bishop asked for what felt like the hundredth time.

“I wouldn’t be even if I’d had weeks to prepare.”

He studied me intently, and I gave him a playful eye roll, taking a bite of the sandwich on the counter. I was famished, or maybe it was just nerves. I felt prepared, but I was also aware of what lay ahead. The Council had never been a joy to engage with, but I could only imagine the attitude I’d have to face now that they were coming to prove we were hiding my pregnancy.

“If you don’t feel comfortable at any point, let me know. I’ll toss their asses out of here so fast their heads will spin,” Alaric growled.

I chuckled. “I’m fine. Really.”

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