“Yes,” I gasp, already close. “Please.Please—”
Beau doesn’t bother asking. He grips Connor by the back of the neck and hauls him upright, switching places with a sharp tug that makes Connor laugh breathlessly as he stumbles back.
And then Beau is there: kneeling between my thighs, his broad shoulders filling my vision as his hands spread me wide. His mouth replaces Connor’s, and there’s nothing gentle about it. His tongue drags slow and heavy from my slick entrance up to my clit, then back again, deliberately messy, deliberately deep.
He groans when I clench.
“Fuck,” he mutters into me. “That’s it. Show me how bad you want it.”
His fingers slide through my slick and then inside me, two thick digits pushing in hard, curling just right as his mouth seals over my clit. The sensation hits all at once and I scream, hips bucking helplessly.
“Good girl,” Beau growls, voice thick with approval. “Take it. Take everything I give you.”
I barely register Connor stepping back before Theo is there.
He settles behind me on the bed, thick thighs spread wide, and pulls me into his lap like he’s been waiting for this moment. His chest presses firm to my back, one arm anchoring around my waist while the other slides lower.
His cock is already hard—sohard—slippery with precome as it nudges between my cheeks, and I feel the tremble in his breath when I shift.
“You ready, sweetheart?” he murmurs at my ear, voice wrecked and raw. “Because I’m going to help you take him.”
I shudder. “Theo—”
He cuts me off with a low groan, hand slipping between my thighs and cupping my cunt.
“You’re dripping for it,” he says, rough with praise. “You want to be filled, don’t you? Want to ride your alpha while I hold you open for him?”
I nod helplessly, already panting.
Theo moves deliberately, shifting me forward just enough to create space between our bodies as Beau lies back between us. He’s already stroking himself at the sight: cock flushed, thick and leaking, the head glistening with precum as he moves it through the mess of slick between my thighs.
“Come here,” Beau growls, eyes locked on mine. “I want to feel younow.”
But it’s Theo who takes control.
He reaches down and wraps his hand around the base of Beau’s cock, then guides it up between my legs until the head notches at my entrance.
“Take him slow,” Theo whispers, lining us all up. “Feel every inch.”
And then he pushes me down: enough for the thick, blunt head to breach me, for my body to start the slow, aching slide downward as Beau’s cock stretches me open in ways I’ll never get used to.
“Fuck,” I cry out, head dropping back to Theo’s shoulder as the stretch burns so deep, so good.
Beau groans like he’s dying.
“You’re so tight, Omega. So fucking wet. You feel that?”
Theo’s busy holding me, his thumbs digging in as he guides me further down, controlling the descent while Beau stays still beneath us.
“She’s perfect,” Theo mutters, almost to himself. “Look how she takes you.”
“Keep going,” Beau growls, barely holding on. “I want her all the way down. I want herfull.”
Theo obliges. He lifts me an inch and drops me again, grinding my hips until Beau’s cock sinks to the hilt.
My scream tears free as I shake in their hands, already overwhelmed, already cock-drunk on the weight and heat and stretch of it all.
“There,” Theo pants, locking his arms around me again from behind. “There she is.”
