Page 82 of Claim & Don't Tell

Dylan swallows my moan with a ravenous growl, moving his hand to my left breast, kneading and pinching and teasing.

Austin runs one thick finger through my folds, humming in approval before removing it.

“Shower,” Austin says, and Dylan rips his lips from mine with a heavy pant. “I want that lotion gone when I bury my head between your thighs.”

My breath shakes as I exhale, and Dylan smirks at his brother over the top of my head. “I think our little omega likes that.” His gaze drops back to mine. “Do you want his tongue fucking your cunt?”

Throat too thick to speak, I can only manage a simple nod. Austin, with his hands on my hips, guides me into the shower, and Dylan prowls after us, eyes roving over every inch of my exposed skin as the blast from the shower hits me.

Water rushes over me, dripping drips from my breasts, and as soon as he’s in the shower with us, his mouth captures my nipple, lapping up the water and teasing the hardened peak.

Austin smooths soap over my body, startling me. I hadn’t forgotten about him, but it’s hard to focus with both of them consuming my thoughts. One minute, Dylan has my attention, and in the next breath, Austin is there, snaring the full extent of my concentration.

They touch and tease and coax until every ounce of descenting lotion is gone. Honey and musk, years of pent-up need, permeate the air so thickly, I can hardly catch the traces of rain and amber as they settle around me.

“You’re so needy, baby,” Austin murmurs as he sets the soap aside. “Let me taste you.”

“Yes,” is all I can say as Dylan pinches my nipple.

Like a dance they’ve practiced for years, they move me together until Dylan’s back is pressed against the wall of the shower and Austin is in front of me, sinking to his knees. A knight before his queen. His eyes meet mine, hungry and determined. The palm of his hand finds the back of mythigh, and he places it over his shoulder. My muscles tighten, preparing to hold myself up like that, but Dylan hooks his arms under mine, so Austin can set my other leg on his shoulder.

I’m suspended between them, weightless and controlled. The spray of the shower hits Austin’s back, and steam blossoms, filling the air with a haze that’s heavy with our collective scents. And then his mouth is on me, tongue circling my clit, lips gentle as he tastes me for the very first time.

Dylan kickstands his leg and rests part of my weight on his thigh, cupping my full breasts in his hand as I fight off embarrassing noises. Languidly, he strokes his fingers over the fullness of my tits before pinching the tips hard. I buck, inadvertently shoving my pussy into Austin’s face.

Before I can apologize, the alpha between my legs clutches my hips, pulling me harder against his mouth. His tongue is thick and hot as he glides it over me, stealing my slick for himself.

Dylan moves one hand to my chin and takes my mouth, consuming me with a kiss that’s a chaotic flurry of tongues clashing, teeth nipping, lips caressing. My head buzzes as they overwhelm me with pleasure.

Two fingers push inside of my pussy, and I gasp into Dylan’s mouth, and he swallows the sound with a demanding growl. His fingers roll one of my nipples between his fingers as Austin curls his fingers inside of me.

Every thought is focused on them.

Every need I could ever have is consumed by them.

Every want delivered.

I grip Austin’s hair, grasping for some type of control, but he simply redoubles his efforts. His tongue flicks over my clit so fast, the sensations build and build and build until my body trembles and moans are ripped from my body. Dylan breaks the kiss, but his lips roam down the exposed column of my throat,settling near the base, where he kisses and teases his teeth over my skin.

Gooseflesh chases after his mouth. Dylan, my chaotic stepbrother, somehow anchors me through all the sensations.

When Austin murmurs something against my cunt, the sound vibrates over the sensitive nerves, and I writhe against him, trying to escape how sensitive his touch makes me. But he doesn’t let me go. He hums as he feasts on me. Those fingers tease my G-spot, and Dylan’s hands deliver tiny pricks of pain that amplify the pleasure. Dylan roams his lips all over my body, marking every part he can reach as he holds me up.

He places his nose in the crook of my neck again and inhales my scent with a throaty growl. I shiver, loving the power of my perfume. Dylan cups my breasts and plays with them, alternating between taking in my scent and peppering me with kisses that brand my skin.

The pulsing in my center grows and grows until I shamelessly buck against Austin’s face, demanding more.

Yes, yes, yes.

Sensing I’m close, the brothers’ teasing turns relentless until all I can do is gasp for air as pleasure and pain, in equal measure, crashes through me. It builds and builds, too much and not enough. My alphas. Fuck my alphas. They give me more, more, more until I’m begging for release.

Dylan bites down on my neck, teasing but not actually marking me, at the same time Austin adds a third finger. The combination of the stretch, the bite, and the pressure on my clit pushes me over to the edge.

I release a throaty scream as I come, tugging on the strands of Austin’s hair, arching my back and thrusting my tits into Dylan’s hands. They don’t stop until my body goes limp, overloaded with pleasure.

My brain is scrambled, only able to focus on the pure bliss filling my body, and I hardly register the water being shut off. Someone runs a towel over my skin, and I hum in approval. The bathroom is full of steam. The marble is cold against the bottoms of my feet, but before I can complain, Dylan carries me to my bed.

“Are you with us, little omega?” His gaze is trained on my face.

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