I throw my head back with a whine.
Saints above, this is really happening. All of my filthy fantasies are coming true.
He trails his other hand down my side before gripping my hip, grinding me against his hardness. Holding me close, he guides me down to the floor of my nest, never breaking contact for an instant. He lays me down among my blanketsand pillows, on his knees before me, looking like a sculpted god as he looms above me.
He closes the distance between us, covering my body with his, pressing a thigh to my core as he takes one of my nipples between his lips. Desire jolts through me as he laves attention on my breasts. I grind against his thigh, the friction divine, but not enough.
“Marcus,” I whine.
“You’re so responsive,” he murmurs. “And so, so very impatient.”
“You have no idea,” Ian mutters.
I expect Marcus to be drawn out of our passion, but he merely laughs before returning his attention to my breasts. Just when I think I’m going to go mad with desire, he strokes a finger along my slick pussy, from my entrance to my clit.
I moan, pressing up into his touch as he slips two fingers inside me, filling me perfectly, like we were made for each other. He pumps his fingers inside me, and I grind down against them. He strokes the spot on my front wall that makes me wild, his knuckles brushing against my sensitive estrus gland. Saints, it’s too much, and I’ve needed it for so long. The thrusts of his fingers are slow, intentional and measured, drawing me up until my whole body feels tight, right on the edge of explosion. When he thumbs my clit, I come apart, screaming his name. Still, he moves his fingers inside me, not letting me come down from my orgasm. I whine, thrashing against his hand. It’s too much and not enough, and he pumps his fingers inside me until I come again, grinding into his touch until I explode.
When he withdraws his fingers from my quivering cunt, he draws them to his lips and sucks my slick off them.
“Fuck,” I murmur.
He grins, kissing me, letting me taste myself on his tongue, then rolls to the side.
“Dibs,” Simon and Luca say at once.
“What did I say about calling dibs on my pussy?” I demand, though I’m still floating high, blissed out from my orgasm.
“Yeah, we’re going to anyway,” Simon says. “Luc? Fuck her while I play with her clit? I want to hear her lose her mind with your piercings inside her.”
Saints, these men are going to kill me.
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” Luca growls, shucking off his clothes. He settles between my thighs, his hardness thick against my belly, and runs two fingers along my slit, groaning when he feels me dripping slick. He enters me in one hard thrust, and I throw my head back.
Simon lies down beside me, just close enough to whisper in my ear while he circles my clit with two fingers. Saints, I know what’s to come. Simon’s filthy, filthy tongue, winding me up with wicked words.
He doesn’t deny me. “You were so fucking hot coming on Marcus’ hand like that, Junes,” he croons. “Gonna be even hotter when you come with my fingers on your clit. But that won’t be enough for you, will it?”
“Fuck, man,” Luca groans. “She’s squeezing me like crazy. Keep talking.”
“You need more, and you’ll get it,” he promises. “We always give you everything you need.”
I whine, moving my hips to meet Luca’s hard strokes in my cunt, going crazy at the feeling of his ladder of piercings stroking my back wall.
“You want more of Marcus, don’t you, kit-kat? You want that thick cock of his between your lips as you get fucked? Want him stretching that pretty mouth of yours as you take him into your throat?”
I shatter at his words, coming hard around Luca’s cock.
“Luc, take her on her knees. Our omega needs more. Marcus, are you ready for Junes to blow your fucking mind?”
“Fuck, yes,” he says as Luca flips me over and reenters me with a hard stroke once I’m on my hands and knees.
Simon finds my clit again just as Marcus finds my lips with the head of his cock. I give his hard length a stroke, moaning at the girth of him. He strokes my cheek, and I part my lips for him, taking his cock into my mouth. I mewl at the heavy weight of him on my tongue, at the salty taste of him, at his wintry-winds-and-pine scent, so potent here as it spikes. He slides slowly between my lips, feeding me his length. I whine around his cock as I start to bob my head.
Simon circles my clit with two fingers as Luca moves inside me, holding my hips steady to meet the onslaught of his thrusts. Saints, I feel perfectly full with Luca in my cunt and Marcus in my mouth.
“Take him deeper,” Simon orders. “Take Marcus down your pretty throat.”
I let out a keening moan around Marcus’ cock and relax my throat, letting him slide further inside my mouth until my lips meet the base of him. He groans, staring down at me. I look up at him as best as I can, blue eyes meeting his river rock. He strokes my cheek and holds my jaw with one hand, keeping me steady as he gently thrusts into my mouth.
