Rafe groaned and pulled out and pumped with short, controlled thrusts.
Cade reached down with his palm facing up. He pressed the tip of his middle finger against my clit. My channel flexed around Rafe’s cock.
Rafe grunted, his hips jerking his length up deeper, his knot still not in me. I wrung my hands against Cade’s chest. Cade rolled the pad of his finger against the bud, making me flex. He did it again, not stopping this time, setting a steady, slow rhythm. My channel continued to clamp around Rafe as Cade played with my clit, but Rafe’s grip on my waist didn’t allow me to move.
An orgasm washed over me, and I gasped, my mouth parting. Cade leaned forward, not stopping his steady rub. He caught my mouth, nibbling my lower lip.
“Mmm, you taste as sweet here as you do down there,” he murmured gruffly. Another orgasm wracked my frame from his words, the aftershocks making me cry out.
“She’s so fucking slick,” Rafe added in his guttural voice. “Fuck.”
“Are you ready to take me too, naughty Omega?” Cade whispered and gripped his shaft. I watched him rub his thumb across the tip. Him touching himself like that was doing maddening things to my body. “You like watching me, don’t you, Eva?”
“She does,” Rafe groaned. “She’s clasping me nice and tight.”
Cade inhaled sharply. “Grip onto me too,” he murmured and moved closer.
Rafe curled my leg higher, opening me up while keeping the grip under my knee. My attention was fastened on Cade. A flushspread across his nose, the red spreading across his face and settling at his jaw. Then his tip pressed against my clit.
My eyes flew down as he worked his cock up against Rafe’s. The side of his shaft rubbed against the bundle of nerves with each grind of his hips.
I could no longer keep my eyes open. So much slick dripped from my sex, from around Rafe’s cock, and onto my thighs.
“This is fucking heaven,” Cade murmured. His expression rippled with pleasure.
I had to agree.
I wanted more and more. I slid my hand up Cade’s chest and felt his skin with slow, gentle touches. The pressure inside me was bliss.
But Dorian was missing. I could never let myself experience the pleasure of all of them loving me.
No.
Not loving me. Fucking me.
Even the memory of all of them taking me would ruin me.
I slid my hand to the side of Cade’s neck and slid down his back until my fingertips reached his scars. They were rough and raised. I slowly rubbed my fingertips over them. Cade incrementally relaxed.
“They don’t disgust you?”
“Do mine?” I whispered.
Something soft brushed my bare shoulder. Had Rafe kissed mine? My heart jumped like it’d been electrocuted.
“No,” Cade murmured, his eyebrows furrowing and his lips parted.
“Good,” I said and flexed the walls of my sex. “Now give me your knots.”
“Damn temptress.” Cade’s groaned words turned into a moan.
Rafe pushed his hips up, and his knot pushed inside with some resistance. The stretch was almost too much.
I exhaled, wiggling my hips to take all of him.
Cade’s hands settled on my waist, and his fingers dug into my flesh. Keeping his heated gaze on mine, he pumped up, shoving his knot inside me along with Rafe’s.
As I cried out, tears of utter bliss filled my eyes. I closed them to feel every inch of my body. A touch against my breast flung them open. Cade swiped his thumb across my puckered nipple. They fit their knots in me, rendering me mute.
