Careful of my leg, I get on my knees behind her, nearly mesmerized by her glistening cunt and the amount of slick dripping down her thighs. My tongue greedily laps up her wetness from the inside of her thigh to her needy entrance.
She moans around Lorcán’s cock, and I grab her hips, bringing her closer to my mouth.
Her scent is intoxicating as I eat her out from behind.
All I can think about is how lucky I am to be here, to be hers. My scent match deserves everything, and I plan on giving it to her.
I gather slick on my fingers and easily slide my thumb inside of her tight hole as my tongue slips into her dripping center.
“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, princess,” Lorcán praises her, and more of her essence coats my tongue.
Her taste will never be enough, nothing will ever be enough.
I shake my head, clearing my thoughts as I make my Omega feel good. Wringing pleasure from her with my tongue is gratifying, especially because she has to stop touching Lorcán when the sensation becomes too much.
She grinds on my face as I finger her ass and lick her clit.
Elena moans and moves her hips against my face as she falls apart. Her release covers my hands and face as I lap up her orgasm.
I withdraw my mouth and fill her pussy with my cock. My leg resists in this position, but I don’t care as I push deep inside of her.
She takes it all while continuing to take Lorcán down her throat.
I slide my thumb back into her ass as my hips and knot slap against her body with each thrust.
It would be so easy to lean over her and bite her shoulder. As bad as I want to rut her, let this side driven by pheromones take over, I resist.
“You want my knot?”
She garbles a response around Lorcán’s length, and I push my knot deep inside of her. The feeling of it swelling whilealready in her is euphoric, and as the pressure increases, I slide my finger out of her back entrance.
My grip on her hip is bruising. She’s already covered with little purple and green marks, and I try not to feel guilty about it, but I can’t control it.
I move her back and forth against my length, making my knot swell to its fullest size. She screams in relief, and I moan as I lean over her body. Wrapping a hand around her waist, I clutch her tight as I ride out my release.
My teeth graze her shoulder, and as much as I want to bite down, I don’t. I press my forehead against her skin, taking in her scent as I fill her with my cum.
She pants, and my breathing is haggard as I pull her up against my chest to maneuver us onto our sides.
“Such a good Omega,” I murmur in her ear.
Lorcán plays with her damp hair, and I wonder how much more I can hold this beast inside of me back.
We very well all might wind up bonded to her by the end of this if it lasts much longer.
It’s been three more days of constant fucking, fluids, and making sure none of us mark Elena.
Finn got over himself and the situation well enough to take care of her.
But when I wake up and hear whimpers coming from the bathroom, concern fills me.
I do my best to avoid waking up Finn and Declan, who are on the bed. Lorcán is passed out on one of the daybeds as I make my way to the bathroom. The shower is running, and Elena is on the floor, her hands wrapped around her legs while she cries.
Her scent isn’t thick, and I know she’s been nothing but joyous during her heat, so it’s clear that reality is crashing down on her. I’m worried she’ll push me away, but when I come near her and stroke her back, she grabs me by the wrist and looks up at me with tear-filled eyes.
I wince as I use the wall to help me sit on the floor, and she crawls into my lap.
“It’s okay, you’re okay,” I promise her.
