The tension snaps.
Beck drops to his knees, his eyes dark with hunger as Ford’s strong arms slide beneath mine, bracing my back against his mountainous form. I’m barely aware of my pants being pushed down my legs and off my feet as Ford steadies me with effortless control.
Beck’s hands slide up my thighs, parting them with ease. I feel my leg hitch over his shoulder as Hayes’s breath tickles my neck, my head instinctively tilting to the side.
“Such a good girl for us,” Hayes mutters.
A whimper catches in my throat. My body is already responding before I can think, my scent overpowering, the need to be claimed growing. Slick falls from between my legs.
I barely have time to process the overwhelming sensation of their hands, their mouths, before Beck’s lips brush against the inside of my knee, a whisper of warmth that makes my stomach clench.
“Please,” I say, finally letting out that whimper.
“Our good girl,” Hayes whispers into the exposed crook of my neck.
My fingers curl into fists at my sides, my legs trembling as he kisses higher, each slow, torturous press of his mouth making my pulse pound.
His breath is hot against my skin, his touch insatiable, as if he wants to savor every second of my undoing.
Then, Beck’s mouth is on my pussy, and I shatter.
The first slow, teasing stroke of his tongue between my lips sends a sharp, electric jolt through me, and I let out a desperate moan, my fingers tangling in his hair, urging him closer.
“God, you taste divine,” Beck growls.
He groans against me before he dives back in, licking a long stripe up my slit. The sound vibrates through my body, making my hips jerk in response, slick releasing… but his grip tightens, keeping me exactly where he wants me.
“Lean against me, little one,” Ford mutters as my back falls against him. “I’ve got you.”
“Spread those thighs for him, beautiful,” Hayes all but commands. “Let him drown in you.”
Beside me, Hayes’s hands explore, tracing the curve of my waist, skimming up to cup my breasts, his thumbs grazing over my already aching nipples.
His breath is molten against my ear.
“Relax, beautiful,” he mutters, thick with desire. “Let us take care of you.”
Ford dips lower, his lips brushing along the nape of my neck, his stubble a delicious scrape against my skin. Someone’s mouth is on my breast. When did my hoodie get rucked up?
I’m losing time to them.
I love it.
Then I feel Hayes’s palms press against my cheeks, his thumbs tracing my jawline. “Eyes on me.”
My gaze flickers up, then down, then up again. Beck’s breath scorches my inner thigh, his tongue darting just shy of where I’m throbbing. Why did he stop? A keening whine bubbles up before I can catch it, and all of them growl in approval. The sound washes white-hot fervor over my already scorched skin, and I wonder if this is it.
If this is when they ruin me for good.
Before I can think too much, Beck’s thick finger slides inside of my sopping wet entrance. I moan as my head falls back against Ford’s chest and Hayes’s lips wrap around my puckered, aching nipple.
It’s so much sensation. Too much. And yet, my inner Omega demands it. Beck’s finger curls, hitting a spot that makes my knees buckle. But Ford is there to catch me as if I weigh nothing. As if I’m just some toy to be passed around.
I don’t want them to stop.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper out as I buck against Beck’s hand.
A sound escapes my throat, half gasp, half plea, and Hayes’s mouth crashes down on mine, teeth grazing my bottom lip. Itsilences me as Beck’s tongue softly lands against my clit. Not enough to stimulate, but enough to tease.
