“I’ve been dying to taste you again,” Thorne murmurs as he’s hoisting me up by my hips, careful not to let my head hit the car ceiling. I’m so focused on Havoc’s brown eyes, I could have hit my head and wouldn’t even know.
“Are you sure?” Havoc’s voice is low and grumbly and shoots right to my core. I whine at the intensity in his voice, but the question… the confirmation has me slicking so much I can hardly think.
“Please.”
“Take what you need, peach,” Thorne says, jerking me toward Havoc, who meets my lips as I’m shoved forward. Havoc’s lips are so smooth, so firm, andso mine. I grab his shoulders for balance as Thorne’sbreath hits my pussy and I nearly grind against his nose.
Thorne plays, his hot tongue lightly meeting my pussy lips as Havoc’s kiss gets deeper, his tongue fighting with mine. I let out a mix of a whine and a moan, which has them chuckling.
“Alphas,” I growl. Trying to relieve the heat coating my skin and burning me from the inside out.
Thorne takes that warning growl and licks his tongue flat over me. I gasp, and Havoc eats my gasp as he wraps his hand around my head and pulls me closer to him.
“I need you, Havoc, please,” I whine, breaking away from his kiss. Using one hand to hold my weight, my other is pawing at his pants. I need a taste of my alpha now.
“There’s no rush, sweetheart,” he mutters, but lifts his hips and helps me pull his pants and boxers down. For someone who’s never given a blow job, I wanted to so badly. My jaw drops at the sight of him, and Thorne’s voice eggs me on.
“Isn’t he beautiful, peach?” His hot breath hits against my most sensitive parts, and I nearly come from anticipation. “Give him a lick, from tip to the base, no sucking.” I’m thankful for the instruction, and I wondered how he even knew the bit of nervousness that flowed through me.
I take his cock in my hand and stick my tongue out,licking him just as Thorne instructed. He tastes so damn dreamy, and I do it again. Havoc bucks his hips once, but he grips the leather seat of the car.
“I’m at your mercy, baby,” His words plant seeds of doubt, and I look up into his eyes.
“I want–to–be good,” I moan as Thorne’s tongue enters me, rendering me mindless as I moan.
“Anything you do will be perfect, sweetheart,” Havoc says, and I lean down, licking him again, down and back up, feeling the ridges of his cock before putting him into my mouth.
Any tips I may have gotten from the romance books I read are forgotten, and refuse to come up as Thorne’s tongue distracts all thoughts from my mind.
I swallow over his cock, trying to keep my spit in my mouth instead of all over Havoc, which makes him groan, and I do it again, my spit covering him as I move up.
“Fuck,” Havoc growls.
“Help me, Alpha,” I say, a bit lost. Dazed. Chasing the high that’ll cool the burning inferno inside me. He gently grabs me by my hair, and I love the sting as he gently tugs. Like he can’t hold back his roughness, and I pull forward, strengthening his hold on me.
“Down, baby, you were doing great.” His voice encourages me. Gives me a smooth confidence as I work his hard cock. It’s messy, I get spit everywhere,but he seems to like it by the way his face is scrunching.
I gag as he hits the back of my throat for the first time, shocked at the feeling and the tears racing forward. He tries to stop me from doing it again, but I hollow my cheeks and try to go deeper, trying to get all of him in my mouth.
Thorne sucks on my clit, and I buck, a bit worried I’d hurt him, but not enough to stop the mounting pleasure in my core. He enters a finger inside me, and I’m chasing my orgasm. Becoming more frantic on Havoc the closer I get.
I moan with him in my mouth, and Thorne rewards me with a more punishing pace.
“What a good fucking girl, Noa,” Thorne murmurs. Panting little incomprehensible murmurs, I feel the cresting in my body and Havoc jerking, trying to get his cock out of my mouth, but I don’t let him. I come hard against Thorne’s tongue as Havoc comes moments later down my throat. The salty taste of my alpha pleases me more than it probably should. Thorne’s fingers ride out my orgasm as I attempt to suck Havoc dry.
Thorne kisses my lips as he runs little circles on the sides of my thighs. I try to calm down from the high as the heat from my spike dwindles. Not fast enough because when I stare up at Havoc, in this compact car, I see his tattoo, and my gums ache.
His gifts, all the time he’s spent with me, the vision of the life we could have all flash through me and, most of all, that damn tattoo. I see it, and it’s coming closer and closer. When my vision clears, my teeth are in his skin.
I hold myself up with both arms as I bond to my alpha. Looking into his eyes, I see nothing but want. Nothing but need, love; everything an omega could wish for.
“You’re mine now,” I say, seeing my bond mark above the tattoo. He then yanks me off of Thorne, settling me into his lap, and he takes my left arm, biting me in the same space on my elbow.
I feel his bond, and I can faintly feel Thorne and Silas as they rave, but mostly I feel Havoc. Warm and present in our bond, and I smash my lips to his. I can hear Thorne move, and I break our kiss to face him, wanting to bond with him too, but as my heat spike withers away, so do I as I fall asleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
THORNE
