A burst of laughter pops from my lips. Her words have me leaning forward to hear every little thing she says.
“You’ll be happier with one of the others,” she finishes. A single tear tracks down her face, then they show the guys, who look confused.
Rafe recovers first. He nods slowly as if he is taking in her words. “I’m glad you finally realize that we don’t mix.” He presses his lips together, holding back the rest of what he was going to say, before they part on a breath and he adds, “It was never going to be you. Our hearts weren’t in danger.”
She sucks in a noisy breath, and her cheeks darken. But the guys are done acting because they just walk away. Part of me feels bad for her, the part that understands that something is fundamentally wrong with her view of the world, and until she sees that she will never be happy. I’m sure being shownas the villain throughout is a wake-up call. At least I hope it is.
I forget all about her when it cuts to my alphas, lined up in front of the picture wall, my photo the only one left. Tucker Carson talks to them about me, and I can see it written all over their faces, the pure love they have for me. It makes my breath catch.
Rafe sits up next to me, dropping kisses along my shoulder to the base of my throat and up to right below my earlobe. “You know how this ends,” he whispers into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Mmmhhmmm, but I want to watch it,” I purr. He nips my skin, earning a deeper purr and the sweet scent of my pheromones flowing off of me.
He growls lightly and bites a little harder, and my breath catches as my eyelashes brush my cheeks, blocking out the view of the show playing out. Pure submission makes my body weak for him. And he knows it. He finds my thigh beneath the covers, running his fingers along my inner thigh. My legs have a mind of their own as they part for him, giving him access. My stomach dips the second the tips of his fingers brush my panties.
The rest of the show plays on as a background sound track. Our joy at seeing each other, their words of love and promise, all of it is heightened as Elliott and Miles join Rafe in distracting me. Elliott lifts my shirt over my head and drops it off the side of the bed. Clothing’s overrated anyway.
The tray of snacks clatters as Miles shifts it to the bedside table. The sound of his jeans hitting the ground catch my attention, and I watch him as the bed sinks beneath his weight. His length bobs, long and hard, between his legs, and I reach out to stroke him. My fingers tighten as Rafe closes his lips around my nipple and sucks the tight peak into his warmmouth. The chain reaction makes Miles hiss and press into my touch. A bead of pre-cum dripping to the comforter.
While Elliott tugs the covers off of my legs and hooks his fingers into my panties, tugging them off with very little help from me. He nudges my legs back apart, his fingers gliding through my slick before he brings them to his lips and lets loose a moan of pleasure.
“I could live off of your taste. In fact, I think I would die without it.”
“Good thing you're stuck with me,” I say, the words broken from the pleasure Rafe’s giving with his lips and tongue.
“I like the sound of that,” Miles says as he shifts closer. My mouth waters, and I lick my lips, focusing on him again.
Lifting my head, I dart my tongue out to catch the new drop of pre-cum before it can fall. With a groan, I close my eyes. All of the flavor of a fucking candy bar and none of the calories. I’ve died and gone to heaven.
I swirl my tongue around his head and close my lips around him before sucking his tip like a lollipop. His fingers find my throat, and just the touch lights a fire inside of me. I love it when he tightens his hold just a little bit, controlling my breath seconds at a time. It never fails to build an orgasm faster. Adding fuel to the already burning need. Lifting my eyes to his, I purposefully suck a little harder and lean into his hold.
“Fucking perfect,” he groans.
As if on cue, Elliott’s tongue dips between my folds, and he sucks my clit between his teeth. A gasp flows from my lips, Miles tightens his fingers and thrusts his hips forward going deeper, straight past my gag reflex. And Rafe tweaks my nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger, while sucking harder on the other twin peak.
Rafe lifts his head slightly, his eyes roving over me. “Yourskin is such a pretty pink when you find release. It’s addicting. How many orgasms do you think we can give you at once?”
My lungs burn, and my body goes up in flames as an orgasm explodes inside of me. Riding me hard. I swallow around Miles, and he pulls back enough to allow me air into my starved lungs. I breathe in deeply through my nose, filling my body with fresh oxygen. Rafe moves down my body, trailing love bites as he goes. And I lick along the base of Miles’ cock, my hand snaking around him and encouraging him to fuck my willing mouth.
As he starts moving again, his fingers thread into my hair as he finds his rhythm. And again they work together without words. When Rafe’s tongue joins Elliott’s between my legs, I buck off of the bed at the unexpected sensation. Earning not one but two deep chuckles that rumble up through me. My legs start to shake, and I swallow around Miles again, encouraging him to cum before my next orgasm washes over me.
He gives me what I want, and I take as much as I can before he pulls back, slipping from between my lips. He leans forward and kisses me, catching some of the leftover remains of his pleasure on my lips, his fingers running over my stomach lazily. My body’s so tightly strung, ready for the next release that even the light touch has my stomach jumping beneath his touch.
It doesn’t take long before I’m lost to sensation. A puddle of mush and putty in their hands. Positions change in the haze of pleasure, and when Elliott slips inside of me, I suck in air. And when Rafe closes his lips around my clit, I see stars again. Oh, fuck me.
Rafe circles the swollen nub as Elliott starts to move. I think I might die. But then they prove I am nowhere neardeath. Although, I am their omega to do with as they please, because every single thing they do…pleases me.
They shift again, Elliott lifting me into his arms and Rafe moving back long enough for Miles to slip in behind me. My entire body shakes when Miles kisses my shoulder, and I feel the crown of his cock at my puckered asshole. The slick coating my ass makes it easily slip past the tight muscle. He sinks inside and leans back, taking me with him. While Elliott gives Rafe space again.
“Oh fuck,” I breathe as they start moving.
When they work together, I think I’ll die by orgasm as they wash over me like waves crashing into the shore. I barely catch my breath before another one comes. As their pace picks up, Rafe shifts, finding his way back to my lips.
“That’s it, sweetheart, ride it out,” he murmurs. “You’re doing so good. The perfect omega.”
Can words make you climax? I’m pretty sure they can because he’s done it to me twice now.
I’m floating on clouds. Free. Light. Loved.
