“May I taste you, Princesse?” he asked, voice thick with a need to dive right in, but Etienne loved to hear the need in his omega’s voice.
Was she his? Ours?
We wanted her but we were assuming she’d want the same. I groaned, pushing the thought to one side.
She nodded frantically. Her eyes started to glaze. “Yes—please—”
He groaned at the first lick, long and slow from entrance to clit. Her hips bucked, and he pinned them gently, licking into her like she was the finest dessert he’d ever tasted.
Slick coated his lips, his chin, glistening as he worked her with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue.
Presley writhed. Her fingers scrabbling at the blankets, finding purchase.
I couldn’t stay idle. I moved up to kiss her again, swallowing her moans. Her scent was everywhere now. It was sweet, addictive, and no doubt ours.
Her thighs tightened around Etienne’s head as her climax neared and within seconds she was pushing me back.
Her face was flushed as she cried out, “Yes! Don’t– Yes! Oh my God!”
When Etienne finally pulled back, his face was shiny with her slick and his lips swollen. He looked wrecked in the best way possible.
“My turn,” I said, grinning at her. “Let’s see if I can make you laugh and come at the same time.”
She let out a breathless giggle, even as her thighs trembled. “Fritz—”
I settled between her legs, blowing a cool breath over her clit just to watch her squirm. “Sensitive, Liebling?”
“Tease,” she accused, but she was smiling.
“Always.” I licked a line up her center, humming dramatically. “God, you taste like heaven.”
I dove in properly then. There was no gentle reverence, just enthusiasm as I licked broad stripes, and then circled her clit, before sucking it between my lips until she was keening.
“Good, Liebling?” I asked as I slid two fingers inside her, curling them.
“Ahh!” She clenched hard, more slick gushing over my hand. I pulled back just long enough to grin up at her.
“See? Multi-talented.”
She laughed again, the sound breaking into a moan as I lowered once more and sucked her clit hard.
Her thighs clamped around my head, and I let them, licking her through the orgasm that crashed over her. Watching her body shaking, her back arching, my name a broken cry on herlips.
When I sat back, my face was drenched, slick cooling on my chin and cheeks. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and winked at her. “Told you.”
Hastings hadn’t moved to taste her yet. He was stroking himself through his trousers, eyes fixed on her pussy like he was memorizing it.
Presley’s gaze locked on him. She pushed up on her elbows, chest heaving. “Hastings,” she whispered. “Please.”
He swallowed hard. “Omega—”
“Please.” She reached for him, fingers trembling.
He moved closer, finally shedding the rest of his clothes. His cock was heavy, flushed, and his knot was already swelling at the base. He stood beside her head, hand wrapping around his length as he stroked slowly, deliberately, like he was putting on a show just for her.
“Come here.”
She turned on the nest and crawled toward him. It was slow, cat-like, her thighs slick and shining.
