He positions himself and tilts my hips up to his before slowly sliding in. My body clenches around him, and he hisses with pleasure. And I think I might just explode from the feeling of his piercings inside of me.
“So tight, sweet Bunny, but Wade wants to join us. Can you handle both of us?”
He lifts me into his arms, and I can feel Wade settling behind me. They both pause when I don’t say a word.
“Yes, yes please,” I beg, clinging to Oz’s shoulders.
But it’s not what I expect, when he pulls out almost to his tip and then when he presses back in, Wade’s spreading me wider still. Both of them together in one hole. My body starts to tense up, and Oz tweaks my nipple.
“Not yet, Bunny,” he commands.
They move together and my head drops back to Wade’s chest as I attempt to catch my breath and not come undone before I’m allowed. Not just my legs are vibrating, now my whole body’s almost convulsing with sensations it doesn’t know what to do with. They both thrust deeper, their knots spreading me impossibly wider and locking the three of us together. It’s too much, and I explode, my body unable to handle it without coming apart.
Matching groans fill my ears, and then I feel them both fill me with cum. I collapse in their arms, and they maneuver us on the sofa. There is no possible way either of them can slip free until they both unlock. I’m so spent that sleep rises up and claims me, with them both still locked inside of me.
Chapter
Thirteen
The weekend passesin a sex-filled haze, and by time Monday morning comes back around, I feel like a completely new person. But it doesn’t stop there. Doors are closed and Sally’s informed of important meetings that shouldn’t be disturbed. I’m pretty sure she catches on, but she doesn’t say a word.
I’m riding high. It’s every fantasy I’ve ever had about the three of them come to life. But it all comes crashing down on Friday evening.
I left them at the office because I had girl time planned with Dee. But I forgot my keys on my desk. When I returned, their voices reached me, not the words but the feel of them.
They wash over me, leaving behind a pleasant warmth, and I linger by my desk, debating saying a quick goodbye.
Giving in to the impulse, I move toward Beckett’s office. The door's cracked the tiniest bit. Enough for what he's saying to hit me square in the chest and steal my breath.
“We've never wanted an omega and?—”
I back away from the door, horror filing me. Oh my God, I'm so stupid. Twisting toward my desk, I grab up a pen and paperand quickly write out, ‘I quit effective immediately, don't contact me.’
Then I tear it off the legal pad and slide it beneath his door like a coward.
With my heart in my throat and tears gathering in my eyes, I hurry to the exit. It shouldn't hurt. They never said it was more than sex. No, that's all on me.
Swiping at the tears, I head to Dee's. By the time she opens her door, I'm a sobbing mess, and I throw myself into her arms.
“Oh shit. Who do I need to kill?”
My sobs hiccup out of me, and she hugs me tighter.
“It's going to be okay, Allyson. I promise.” She smooths her hand down the back of my head, shushing me.
I pull away, swiping at my face. “I messed up.”
To her credit, she doesn't say she told me so, she just motions me inside and heads for her freezer. She pulls out two ice cream containers, holding them up.
“Double Cookie Dough with fudge or Rocky Road?”
I chew on the inside of my cheek and point at the Rocky Road. She grabs two spoons and tugs me to her sofa.
“Ice cream makes everything better,” she says, handing me a spoon and taking the lid off.
We eat directly from the container until my stomach hurts more than my heart. Shaking my head and groaning, I fall back against the cushions.
“I quit my job,” I admit. “I can't ever see them again.”
