The omega is wearing a pair of silky green panties, cut high on the hips and barely more than a wisp of fabric.
God, no wonder we could smell him so well. He wasn’t wearing scent-blocking underwear. “What are these?” I slip a finger under the thin waistband of his underwear, dangerously close to where the tip of his cock is peeking through, ruddy and weeping.
“I…fuck, please…I didn’t have anything else clean.”
“Mmm, well, I for one am glad you were behind on laundry.” I trace a finger across the wet patch over his straining erection, where he’s been leaking pre-cum and slick.
“Me too,” Beau agrees, still staring at Archer from his knees. I wish he were naked too, but we’ll get to that. First, poor sweet Archer needs a moment of relief.
I join Beau, sinking down to my knees in front of our omega. Archer’s cock bucks inside his panties and I lick my lips, looking up at him through my lashes. “Have you thought about this too?”
“Oh, fuck, yes, a-all the time.”
I grin at him as I ease the underwear down his hips, rubbing my face against his dripping length as it’s set free. My omega loves having his scent on me, impatient for more of it everywhere.
I press a kiss to his hip. “I bet you never imagined that you’d have an alpha licking the slick from your needy hole at the same time.”
Archer gasps, and his perfume intensifies as a stream of slick gushes from his slit.
“God,” Beau groans from behind him, as if the thought is so hot it pains him.
“What?” I flash him a wicked grin. “I know you like to watch, but you can do that later. Right now, our omega needs us.”
“I do, oh god, I do,” Archer pants, head tipping back like he can’t bear to look down at the sight of us on our knees for him.
“Make him feel good,” I command, palming the globes of Archer’s ass to help spread him and keep him in place as I wrap my lips around his thick cock and suck him down to the base.
“Fuck!” Archer’s hand flies out to grip my hair, which makes me moan around him. He cries out again when Beau laps at his hole.
His slick tastes like bliss. Like chocolate-covered strawberries, but so much more delectable.
“God, you taste so fucking good,” Beau moans, echoing my thoughts aloud.
I bob on Archer’s cock, grateful that he’s thick but not long enough that it’s too much for me to take all the way, especially when he starts to thrust into my mouth. His taste and the sounds he and Beau are making drive me wild, my clit throbbing and slick testing the limits of my absorbent panties.
Good thing I enjoy the torture of waiting for my turn. I love it almost as much as I love taking my partners apart. Watching them break with pleasure.
It doesn’t take long for Archer to tense. “I can’t, shit, it’s too much, oh fuck, oh fuck.”
I moan around him, taking him to the back of my throat to encourage him to let go, and that combined with Beau’s eager tongue on his hole are all he needs to shatter.
His cum spills down my throat as he cries out, sounding almost pained as he comes, and I hold him in place, greedy for every last drop.
When he slumps, his knees giving out under him, I pop off his cock and Beau eases him down onto the mattress, the alpha’s face glistening with slick.
“Did that help at all?” I ask, grinning at the flushed, breathless omega.
He groans. “I think you killed me.”
“Mmm, I bet you can take more.” Judging by how his cock is already twitching back to life, it’ll take a lot more before he’s satisfied enough for the heat to subside some.
I wrap my hand around his length and grin, squeezing hard at the base where an alpha’s lock would clamp down around him.
“How many times do you think you can come before you pass out?”
chapter 13
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