I’m breathless as Hayes steals the air made for me.
Ford’s callused hands cup the underside of my breasts, thumbs circling until my nipples harden. He guides me back until something rigid presses against my spine through denim. A slight rock of his hips. A promise.
“Tell us what you want, little one.” Ford’s teeth graze my earlobe, his breath vibrating through my skull.
“I want…” Beck slides in a second finger, stretching me, and my words dissolve into a shudder. “All of you. Everything from all of you.”
“You’ll get everything.” Hayes steps back, his tee shirt landing on the floor with a soft thump. “We’ll give you all of us.”
Muscles disappear into the waistband he’s now pushing down. His cock springs free, flushed and thickened, a bead of moisture catching the light at its tip.
His fist wraps around himself, sliding up, then down, as his eyes fix on Beck’s fingers disappearing inside me. My pulse hammers in my throat.
“Ford.” My arm reaches blindly behind me, fingers grasping at his belt. “Please.”
Denim whispers to the floor. Something hot and velvet smooth presses against the small of my back.
“Bend over.” Ford gasps. “I want to take you like this.”
Beck’s fingers are gone, and I want to cry. I want to snarl. I want to claim. My Omega side is becoming territorial, and I know what that means.
But, in a flash, large hands grasp my waist, fingers pressing firmly into my flesh as one of them lifts me with ease, as if I’m weightless. I don’t even know who it is. My instincts are drowning out my rational mind. My body is tired of fighting.
My men guide me to the couch, my knees sinking into the worn cushions. My cheek presses into the fabric, and it smells like honeycomb and Christmas trees. Hayes and Ford. Beck shifts, his body making a slight indentation in the couch beside me, my ass in the air for all to see.
Before he moves away, his tongue languidly glides up my center, leaving a warm, wet trail that makes my nerves tingle. I cry out, my knees threatening to give way, but Hayes is there, his steadfast grip keeping me upright.
Then Ford is behind me, the broad, large head of his cock pressing insistently against my entrance. He eases in, each inch stretching me, until I think he bottoms out. But he keeps going, inch after torturous inch, until his knot is seated just outside of my body.
“Dear fucking god,” he growls as his hands cup my ass cheeks. “Look at you, little one. All spread out for us. Let us do good by you.”
“Knot. Please,” I beg.
I don’t even care that I’m begging. Not when I’m like this. Not when the tension is so high that I’m sweating.
A low groan falls from Ford’s lips before his hips begin swirling. Someone’s fingers are between my legs, and I tilt my head to see Hayes grinning at me with that boyish grin of his.
“You can take him for us, beautiful,” he says as a smile contorts that gorgeous face of his. “Just relax. Let him fill you up.”
Hayes’s fingers draw tantalizing circles around my aching clit, pulling wet sounds from between my legs that sound obscene. Ford matches his circular rhythm, rimming his knot against my already-stretched hole. Beck peppers kisses along my shoulders and face until he lifts my head into his lap, allowing my cheek to press against his thigh.
“Please,” I let out on a half-beg, half-sob.
“Let her have it,” Hayes commands.
I’ve never heard that voice in Hayes before, but I don’t have time to process it. All I know is that when Ford shoves himself forward, I cry out. My voice bounces off the walls as his knot stretches me to the limits, popping inside of my body with a burn that makes me snarl.
“Yessss.”
“Jesus,” Ford rasps, his breath hot on my neck. “You’re so tight. You really are too much.”
I bury my face into Beck’s thigh as his hand strokes through my hair, a moan escaping my lips, muffled by the fabric of his pants. I can feel every ridge, every vein of Ford’s cock, thick and pulsing, the sensation overwhelming.
Hayes’s mouth is at my shoulder, his lips soft, his teeth grazing my skin.
“You good, beautiful?” he murmurs huskily.
“Best I’ve ever been,” I pant, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
