Her eyes widened and she moaned as he stroked slowly over his length. She nuzzled against his thigh, lips brushing the base of his cock, breathing him in.
Hastings’ breath hitched, his hand stilling for a moment as her tongue slid up his shaft, swirling around the head, tasting the bead of pre-cum there.
He groaned, low and rough as his fingers threaded into her hair.
She took him deeper, lips stretching around his thickness, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked. Her head bobbedslowly at first, then with more urgency, one hand wrapping around what she couldn’t fit, stroking in time with her mouth.
Etienne cupped her breasts while he kissed her neck. I stroked my dick, watching as slick dripped steadily from her as she worked Hastings cock, the wet sounds of her mouth mixing with his ragged breathing.
“Fuck, Presley,” he rasped, hips twitching forward involuntarily.
She moaned around him, the vibration making him curse under his breath. Her free hand slipped between her own thighs, rubbing her clit in desperate circles as she sucked him harder, faster, eager to please.
But Hastings’ control snapped back into place. Just as his thighs tensed, his knot pulsing harder at the base, he tightened his grip in her hair and pulled her off.
A string of saliva connected her lips to his cock for a moment before breaking. She whined, chasing him with her mouth, eyes glassy with frustration and need.
“Not yet,” he said, voice strained, almost clinical again despite the flush on his cheeks and the slick shine on his length from her mouth. “I need to be inside you.”
She panted, lips swollen and red. “I need you inside me. I need your knot. Please, Alpha.”
He groaned, hand threading deeper into her hair, but he still didn’t move to take her.
Why was he still holding back that final surrender?
That was it. I’d had enough of his restraint.
“Hastings,” I said sharply. “Look at her. She’s begging you. She chose us—all of us. Stop treating her like a damn experiment and give her what she needs.”
His eyes snapped to mine, something fierce flashing there.
Then he looked down at her parted mouth still glistening from him, listened to her breath that was now coming in short pants,andthen he inhaled the scent of the slick that dripped from her. And he broke.
He lifted her chin and kissed her. She moaned into his mouth, and when he pulled back, his control was gone.
“Turn over,” he said, voice gravel.
She obeyed instantly, getting on her hands and knees, presenting her pussy for him. Etienne and I shifted to give them space, but we didn’t go far.
Hastings ran his hands down her back, gripping her hips. He didn’t ease in as i expected him to. He thrust with one deep stroke.
Presley cried out, her fingers clawing the blankets as he set a brutal pace. His hips snapped against her flesh, the slap of skin loud in the room.
Etienne moved to her front, kneeling so she could take him in her mouth. She did eagerly, lips wrapping around his cock, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked. He groaned, hand gentle in her hair, guiding her.
I watched for a moment, stroking myself, then slid underneath her on my back. Her breasts hung heavy, nipplesbrushing my chest. I took one in my mouth, sucking hard, and she moaned around Etienne’s cock.
Hastings’ rhythm faltered. “Fuck—she’s tightening—”
His knot started to swell, catching on every thrust. She pulled off Etienne to beg, voice wrecked. “Knot me! Please… need it!”
“Relax Omega. You’re too tight. Let me in,” he growled, grinding deep, over and over.
I reached down and circled her clit.
“Oh my Alphas!”
I smiled when Hastings knot entered her.
