“Yeah,” he agrees. “She really is.”
Beau’s fingers curl hard at my scalp as his cock throbs on my tongue, and I moan around him, the taste of him thick and sharp and alpha-heavy, my mouth already aching in the best way. Slick heat clenches as Connor's tongue refuses to let up, and he groans beneath me, the sound vibrating straight through my body.
“You feel that?” he pants. “She’s losing it.”
He lifts his head just enough to breathe, lips slick and swollen. His hands tighten on my thighs to keep me right where I am.
“She’s not the only one,” he adds roughly. “Look at him.”
I follow his gaze to where Theo’s now standing near the armchair, the hard outline in his jeans impossible to miss. Hischest rises too fast, jaw locked like he’s holding something back with sheer force of will, and when his eyes meet mine, somethingsnaps.
“Come here,” Beau growls.
It’s instinct, I think; pure alpha command, heavy enough that it makes my stomach flip.
Theo doesn’t move right away.
For a second, I think he won’t.
He swallows hard, shoulders tight, like he’s arguing with himself internally—years of control crashing headlong into want.
Then he exhales slowly, and crosses the room.
I glance up at him from where I continue to hover over Connor’s mouth as Beau’s slick cock falls out of my mouth with a wetpop.He’s incredibly hard, and it remains right there in front of my face, but I see it clearly now: the restraint fracturing behind Theo’s eyes.
He drops to his knees beside me, and Beau’s hand flexes in my hair as he looks down at us both. His blue eyes flash, something curious sparking there.
I feel it in the bond: the uncertainty, the desire, and theneedto push. To assert his dominance in this situation.
“Help her,” he commands.
Theo nods once, right as Connor’s tongue circles my clit.
When he leans in close, it’s tentative. I watch with half-lidded eyes as his lips brush the base of Beau’s cock, his tongue flicking out in a brief, exploratory swipe over the spot I left wet.
I groan at the sight, ridiculously turned on and bucking against Connor’s mouth.
Beau jerks violently.
“Fuck.”
His voice cracks, surprise and pleasure tangling, and Theo freezes for half a heartbeat, his eyes flicking up to Beau’s face.
A silent check.
Beau’s grip on my hair tightens as his jaw clenches.
“She tastes good on you,” Theo murmurs, almost dazed, and I moan, my legs trembling as Connor’s tongue flattens against my entrance and pushes in deep, his groan filthy and approving.
“Keep riding my mouth, Omega,” Connor growls into me. “Don’t you dare stop.”
I don’t. Iwon’t.
Theo and I fall into a rough, unpracticed rhythm, our mouths brushing as we trade space. I keep taking Beau's cock deep, my tongue swirling around the thick head while Theo hovers.
Beau loses it.
His hips jerk forward, a low snarl tearing from his chest as his hand fists harder in my hair.
