Ethan kisses my shoulder, his fingertips just grazing over my clit, sending a chill through me with each touch.
“Please let me fuck you,” he says, and I whimper as he helps tug my panties down.
Both of the Alphas are touching each other, and as much as I like it, I need them to touch me too.
I get on to all fours, placing my hand on top of Bram’s before sliding Max’s hard, weeping cock into my mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” he hisses as I take him down my throat.
He doesn’t stop jerking Bram off as Ethan fucks me from behind.
I’m not in heat, and yet here we all are, together like this. It’s all I had ever wanted.
Ethan’s hips thrust against my ass as he fucks me, not taking it slow, and it’s just what I needed.
A claiming.
Max’s one hand is wrapped in my hair, and the other is jerking Bram off. I shift ever so slightly so I can lick the tip of Bram’s cock before going back to Max.
“Such a good little Omega. Do you like the way your Alpha’s cock tastes?” Bram asks.
It seems like a challenge as I pull off of Max’s length and give Bram enough space to taste for himself, which he does.
“Oh shit,” Max says, cupping the back of Bram’s head as the other Alpha sucks him down. “Fuck. I’m going to come,” he says.
Bram doesn’t stop, and Max’s thighs clench as he moans out his orgasm. As soon as he’s done, Bram’s mouth is on mine. He tastes like a mixture of himself and Max’s release, a taste I thought I’d never get.
I moan into his mouth as Ethan fucks me from behind, his pace increasing, and I have to go down on my elbows.
I’m not sure whose hand slides between my thighs to play with my clit as I gasp into the mattress as my second orgasm takes me for the evening. I’m wrapped around Ethan, my pussy fluttering around him as I cry my release into the bedding.
When I pull back up, I see Max returning the favor as Bram comes into his mouth.
I lick my lips as I lie on my side, and Ethan cuddles me from behind.
“That is not how I saw tonight going,” Ethan says.
Bram is catching his breath as the two Alphas collapse on the bed.
“I told you there was more to life than anal,” I say, and they both laugh as they catch their breath.
Bram breathes through his nose, his massive forearm covering the top of his face. “You still need to eat something real for dinner.”
“You’re ruining the moment,” I say, snuggling harder into Ethan.
“You’re going to wake up in a few hours and be starving,” Bram tries to argue, and I just shake my head and feign sleep.
I do, in fact, wake up starving a few hours later.
The camera shutter clicks rapidly as my pack and I pose for different photos.
“I think we’ve got our shot,” the photographer says.
I nod, and Max takes my hand as we take a seat on the couch across from Cassie Escobar. She’s the head reporter for the lifestyle section of theNew Haven Times.
She’s no bullshit and likes real hard facts, not sensationalized media.
“So,” she says with a smile. “Let’s hear your story.”
