“You—fuck—” he groans. “You’re going to make me come like this.”
Connor pulls his mouth away from my cunt just long enough to speak, breath hot and wrecked.
“Let him,” he pants. “He needs it. Alpha like him’s been wound way too tight for years.”
Then his mouth slides lower.
I cry out around Beau as Connor’s tongue presses deliberately into my ass, slow and obscene, his groan vibrating against me as he laps there without mercy. His hands spread my cheeks wider, keeping me firmly open as my body arches under the overload.
“Oh my god,Connor!”
“That’s it, Omega,” he grins, his voice a low growl. “Feeleverything.”
The room spins: with Connor beneath me, relentless and filthy; Beau above me, shaking with control unraveling; and Theo beside me, breathing hard like he can’t quite believe he’s allowed to be here, I’m right at my breaking point.
Theo’s cheek brushes mine as he groans softly, voice low and wrecked.
“You okay?”
“Yes,” I gasp, pulling back just enough to breathe.
Beau lets out a dark, broken laugh.
“She wants all of it,” he mutters. “Our greedy fucking Omega.”
Connor hums approvingly into me, and I don’t deny it.
I just come with a loud, violent cry.
Chapter Thirty-One
Connor
My face is drenched, my cock is fucking aching, and I’ve had just about enough of watching and waiting.
Emery’s just come on my mouth, crying out and shaking, slick dripping down my chin—and yeah, I’m proud of that. She tastes like surrender and heat and everything I’ve ever wanted, and I don’t have it in me to pretend I’m not feral for more.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, stand, and grab her hips.
"Alright," I growl. "My turn."
She lets me guide her, trusting and boneless, until I spin her around and press her forward over the back of the couch. Her bare stomach meets the cushions, and I grip her ass in both hands, spreading her wide again.
She arches for me, presenting—fuckingofferingherself—and I groan at the sight.
She’ssoaked; swollen and gleaming, still clenching from the orgasm I just gave her.
"Fuck, baby," I mutter, dropping to my knees again for a second just to lick a stripe up her slit, tasting her all over again.
She jolts with a whimper, legs shaking, and behind me, Beau lets out a low, unmistakable growl.
When I glance up, he’s got his cock in his hand, thick and heavy now, fist working it slow as his eyes stay locked on where I’ve got Emery bent open over the couch. He looks wrecked in that quiet, dangerous way of his—his restraint hanging by a thread.
“You getting in line,” I ask him, breathless and grinning, “or you just gonna watch me make a mess of her?”
Beau huffs a short laugh and steps out of his jeans, kicking them away like they’re nothing.
“She’s not going to walk tomorrow,” he says flatly.
