Or maybe me moving over him?
I don’t know how the logistics pan out, but I know I’m going to come hard if he keeps battering my G-spot. My tits throb with the same pulse that radiates in my clit, and I can’t hold back the ridiculous moans that spill from my lips.
Patrick bucks up into me, slamming me down on his rock-hard shaft.
I lose it.
My face flies forward, and I bite his shoulder as I gush.
“Right there with you, sweetheart,” he growls, emptying inside me. His euphoria ravishes through the bond, and I work my hips in a circle to try to grind out every drop of his cum.
It’s intense, and my body is overloaded.
“Such a good little fuck doll,” Patrick says, kissing the side of my head as he lifts me off his still-hard shaft. It’s silly to light up over such a compliment, but that’s part of being an omega.
Patrick lays me down across the bottom of the mattress. It puts me closer to the audience, but at least I’m not facing them. He bends, giving me a quick kiss, and crawls away as I’m still struggling to catch my breath.
Malachy stretches out over me, kneeling between my spread thighs. His beard is so long that it tickles my chest as his face hovers close to mine. “You’ve gone above and beyond. We can be done here, if you’re sore or too overwhelmed to go on.”
My hand slides up his shoulder until I’m cradling his neck. “You better fuck me, Malachy. I want my proverbial gold sticker for getting the O’Connor brother trifecta. Does it count as a train if there are only three of you?”
Patrick snorts.
Cormac says, “I believe it does. I’ll do an internet search about that later when I buy you gold stars.”
Malachy chuckles, slamming inside me. “I’ll buy you a motherfucking trophy and have it engraved.”
I moan, but Mal seals his lips to mine, gulping down all my sounds. I’m more than slick with the combination of Patrick’s and Cormac’s cum. The stretch is still almost too intense.
He wasn’t joking about how hard he is.
It feels like he might tear me in half.
But in a good way.
A very good way.
In the kind of way where I’m pretty sure he’s rearranging my organs. His electric smell is everywhere, and every snap of his hips shoves his crown against my cervix.
Cum spills out around his swollen cock, and my clit thrums with need. Moving my hand between us, I work my swollen nub, tightening around him with one mission—I want his cum.
I need all three of them dripping out of me.
I’d love it if he could lock it all inside my pussy, but this isn’t the place for knotting.
I beg into the kiss like an omega lost to the fog, and Malachy snarls. He ruts into me almost painfully, but the rabid thrusts send me soaring. I lock down on his length, shaking and sobbing for more.
He slams deep a few more times and comes. Feeling his cock kick inside me is almost otherworldly. His warm skin brushes my tits as they bounce, and his strong body cages me in, making my instincts hum in approval.
The mafia families might view this as Patrick, Malachy, and Cormac’s claiming, but I don’t care.
It was mine too.
And it feels like I just let the world know, the O’Connors are mine.
Epilogue
Cormac
