“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Court says happily and when I look at him, he’s already stripped out of his shirt and is pushing his shorts down his legs.
“No sex,” Forsythe reminds everyone again.
I can’t help but roll my eyes. ‘Yes, daddy. We know. Not here.”
His eyes flare hot. “Not here, omega.” There’s a promise in his voice. Not here, but elsewhere. After this is over when the cameras aren’t a factor. Then we can fuck like bunnies.
Grieves shifts me on his lap, all but throwing me onto a wide eyed Piers. A second later I’m back on Grieves, in the same position as before, but this time his hard, hot cock is nestled between my ass cheeks.
A whimper pulls out of me at the contact and he growls, teeth nipping the shell of my ear as his thighs spread wider, making mine do the same. “Make our omega grind her sweet little arse all over my cock, Piers,” he orders.
The beta takes a second to toss one smirk in my direction and then dives between my legs. I moan at the first swipe of his tongue. He does too. Looking up at me like he’s surprised by something. But then he makes a hungry noise and he licks me again, keeping his gaze focused on me, like he’s reading my reactions, figuring out what makes my toes curl the most.
And over the next few minutes I realize that’s exactly what he’s doing. He licks and sucks and nips and flicks over every inch of me, catalogues my reactions and then moves on. Though what exactly he’s discovering I can’t say for sure, because all of it feels good to me, from the lightest of touches of his tongue to the harder more aggressive bites. Everything makes me squirm and cry out and buck against him.
“Please, Piers,” I pant. “Please. More. I need more.”
“You heard her, beta,” Forsythe growls from where he’s still positioned in front of the camera. “Give her more.”
The blunt tip of his finger circles my entrance,before slowly pushing inside. I suck in a sharp breath and so does Piers.
“So fucking tight,” he murmurs against my inner thigh, working his finger slowly in and out of me. “Too tight.” He looks up at me with soft eyes. “It’s been a while since you let anyone touch you like this, hasn’t it?”
If this was anyone else, I’d be embarrassed as the question, maybe I’d even deny it. But this is Piers and so all I do is nod tightly. “Yes.”
A pleased sound falls from all of the males in the room, and Piers gently kisses my hip crease. “Thank you for trusting me with this, little bird. With you.”
Inexplicable tears sting my eyes, and I give him a somewhat watery smile. “Always, dimples.” And I mean that. I trust Piers implicitly. Not just with my body but with my heart.
He growls and falls on my clit again, lapping at it like a starving man. I give myself over to the sensation, to the feeling of being worshipped by this man, this pack. To being the center of their focus. It’s so good and so dangerous.
My omega is purring in my chest, doing somersaults in glee. Celebrating finally taking this step with the pack that she has viewed as hers since the beginning.
Piers’ hips move, grinding his cock into the cushions in time with his finger thrusting in and out of my channel, like he’s imagining fucking me. That mindless movement has my hand spearing into his hair, holding him steady as I work my hips in time with his.
“That’s it, omega,” Thayer groans, drawing my attention to where he’s stroking his cock. “Ride Piers’ face, his fingers. Let him make you come for us. We want to see it.”
“So pretty taking your pleasure, Pix,” Court growls. “Fuck. I wish I had a camera. Wanna record this.”
A dangerous rumble from every other male in the room. “No one sees her like this, but us,” Forsythe snarls.
Court rolls his eyes. “Obviously. It wouldn’t be to share. It’s to… so I can paint it later.”
My brows arch and I want to ask about that. I’ve noticed splotches of paint on his skin before but never got around to questioning him about it, but at that moment Piers adds another finger, stretching me and all thoughts flee my head, except for one. “Yes. Yes. Oh fuck yes. Right there. Don’t stop.”
The beta makes a hungry sound and his movements become more frantic. His thrusts a little harder, a little deeper. Pleasure coils hot and tight in my stomach, spiraling tighter and tighter.
Behind me Grieves is panting, his hips moving in time with mine, with Piers’. His cock ,wet with slick and precum, slides between my ass cheeks as he grunts into my ear with each thrust.
The air is thick with the sounds of heavy breathing and moans. Harsh breaths panting out of all of us, the sloppy sound of Piers’ fingers moving in and out of me. It’s too good, too much. All the alphas are watching me, watching as I come undone at the hands of their beta.
All of them have their cocks out, even Forsythe, knuckles white as they grip them harder than I would ever dare and stroke them roughly.
“God, she’s too pretty,” Court pants, shifting closer. Until his cock is pointed at my chest. “Too fucking pretty. I’m gonna come all over these gorgeous little tits, Pix.”
“Yes,” I pant out. “Please.”
“Fuck,cor mea,” Forsythe pants out, warm brown eyes blazing. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to let you go.” And those words, the ones dripping with a promise that he hasn’t made before are what make me shatter. Make my backbows, pussy grinding into Piers. My head presses into Grieves’ shoulder and my eyes slip closed.
