My fingers move faster, my hips rolling to meet each stroke. I’m close already, embarrassingly so, the combined effect of their eyes on me and the memory of Elias’s touch earlier pushing me rapidly toward the edge.
“I’m going to.. oh god..!” I gasp, feeling the pressure build to an unbearable level.
“Do it,” Drake commands. “Come for us. Now.”
The order triggers something primal in me. My back arches, my thighs tense, and I come with a strangled cry as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. And then, a gush of fluid between my legs, splattering across the couch and onto their jeans.
“Holy shit,” Drake breathes, staring in wonder at the mess I’ve made. “You’re a squirter.”
I try to close my legs, mortified by what just happened, but their grip holds me open.
“Look at that mess,” Drake says, his voice thick with arousal. “Mind if we clean it up?”
Before I can process what he means, both alphas are moving, sliding to their knees on the floor in front of me. My eyes widen in shock as they lower their heads between my thighs, their mouths converging on my still-pulsing pussy.
“Oh my god,” I gasp as I feel the first touch of Rowan’s tongue on my oversensitive clit. He sucks the swollen bud between his lips, creating a gentle suction that makes my hips buck wildly.
Drake focuses on my folds, his tongue lapping at every inch of me, gathering my slick like it’s the sweetest nectar.
“So fucking delicious,” he mutters against me. “I could eat this pussy all day.”
The dual sensation of their mouths on me is overwhelming. Rowan’s lips create a perfect seal around my clit, his tongue flicking rapidly in a way that makes me see stars. Meanwhile, Drake’s tongue delves deeper, exploring every crease and fold with meticulous attention.
“What are you guys doing?” I gasp, my eyes rolling back in my head.
“We’re just making sure you’re clean,” Drake says with a wicked grin, his lips glistening with my juices. “Wouldn’t want you to be all sticky, would we?”
Rowan doesn’t speak, too busy with his task. The suction increases, and I feel a fresh flood of arousal escape me. My thighs begin to shake uncontrollably as a second orgasm builds with shocking speed.
“Oh fuck,” I whimper.
“If only you were ours,” Rowan murmurs against my flesh. “Our omega. Our mate.”
“Our queen,” Drake agrees, his tongue circling my entrance. “We’d worship this pussy every day.”
“Every day. Every second,” says Rowan, licking me extra hard.
Their words push me over the edge. My head falls back as I come again, harder than before, my hips bucking against their faces as they drink every drop of slick I produce.
And then, suddenly, they’re pulling away, wiping their mouths on the backs of their hands. They stand in perfect synchronization, looking down at me with matching expressions of satisfied hunger.
“Thanks for the snack, baby,” Drake says with a wink. “We’ll see you at dinner.”
Before I can gather my scattered thoughts, they’re already leaving, closing the door behind them with a soft click.
Thirteen
FRANCINE
Still panting,I stay where I am as my pussy still tingles from the aftershocks of their attention.
With shaky hands, I finally pull my blouse back down to cover myself. My panties and skirt are somewhere on the floor, but I can’t summon the energy to find them. I feel used and exhilarated at the same time. But also extremely guilty.How in the world am I going to face these men after what just happened?
I’m still sprawled on the sofa in a daze when the door opens again without a knock.
My pussy is exposed, with slick still glistening on my thighs, and I’m too stunned from what just happened with Drake and Rowan to react quickly enough.
Elias stands in the doorway, his amber eyes widening behind those black rectangular glasses as he takes in the sight of me. I’m literally disheveled, half-naked, and thoroughly debauched. His nostrils flare as he breathes in the heavy scent of my sex hanging in the air, and a slow, knowing smirk spreads across his handsome face.
