I want to feel his cock slide into her alongside mine again.
But before I can move, Warren opens his mouth and leans down, sucking Grason down his throat. He bobs a few times, then sucks the tip.
Grason lets out a guttural moan, his hips bucking, making Tansy’s soft body rock. Then, Warren's mouth is on me, his hot, wet tongue swirling around the slick-soaked head of my cock.
The sight is everything.
My head falls back for a second, and I take the opportunity to find Beck. He's still at the foot of the bed, his slim body tense, his eyes wide and dark as he watches us. Looking down his slight body, I see his own cock hard and leaking against his stomach.
He's a beautiful, untouched part of this picture.
"Beck," I command, my voice rough with lust. "Come here."
He scrambles to obey, crawling onto the center of the nest.
The moment he's close enough, I reach out, my hand wrapping around his throat. I squeeze gently, then pull him toward me. My mouth crashes into his in a frantic, possessive kiss.
I fuck into his mouth with my tongue as Warren'smouth works my cock. The dual sensations are overwhelming—the wet heat of Warren's lips and tongue, the frantic, desperate pulse of Beck's heart under my thumb, the taste of the beta’s submission as I kiss the breath right out of him. He melts against me, with a soft, willing tremble.
I break the kiss, my mouth leaving his with a wet smack, but I don't release his throat. His breath comes in ragged pants, his blue eyes glazed with lust and surrender.
“Reach down and help Warren," I command Beck, my voice a low growl. "Help him stuff our omega."
Beck nods eagerly, the motion a jerky wobble.
Warren pops off my dick with a final, lingering suck, and Beck moves.
The beta reaches between Tansy's spread legs, his hand reaching for Gray’s thick cock. He wraps his fingers around the shaft, stroking him twice before guiding the tip. Then, with a firm hand, he lines Grason's cock up and helps him push back into Tansy's slick, waiting pussy.
Tansy lets out a low, guttural moan, her hips instinctively meeting the intrusion, her body knowing exactly what it needs.
"Good boy," I cup Beck’s cheek, praising him. “Now me.”
Beck’s hand is instantly around my cock, nudging the head right against Grason's shaft.
I push, and the resistance is incredible. It’s a tight, slick pressure that yields as I force my way in beside him. We slide into Tansy together, a slow, agonizing stretch, until we're both buried to the hilt.
"Holy fuck, she's tight," Grason hisses, his voice a strained, guttural sound of pure disbelief. He's perfectly still, savoring the impossible grip of her body around us. “I can feel every fucking vein in your dick, Cass.”
I nod, unable to form words.
Warren leans over, his gaze fixed on where we're joined. "God, look at that," he breathes, his voice thick with awe. “I can’t believe she's taking it. Look how stuffed she is.”
His words are the final push over the edge, and I begin to thrust.
The effect on Tansy is instantaneous.
She goes wild. A raw, primal moan tears from her throat, her back arching violently off Grason's chest.
We set a slow rhythm at first, a seesaw of flesh and desire.
One of us pulls out as the other slams home, a relentless, alternating thrust that leaves Tansy no room to breathe.
Our poor omega is lost to her growing pleasure, squished and filled between us.
Her begging turns incoherent, a stream of "please" and "more" and "yes" punctuated by the filthy, wet sounds of our bodies claiming her, over and over again.
“You like that, omega?” Grason moans loudly. “Such a greedy girl. Do you like taking two of us at once?” He grunts when I thrust especially hard. “Warren,” he glances over at the alpha’s dick, “give her that cock. She needs one more.”
