My brain must truly be fried because it’s not possible that I’m heating the air around me.
I just need to cool off.
And take Cormac’s knot.
He stares at my tits with his teeth digging into his lower lip, and I slide my hands up his stomach.
“God, your skin feels so cool compared to mine,” I say in a weirdly husky tone that doesn’t even sound like me.
“Yeah, let’s see if we can fix that,” Patrick says. The mattress bounces, and his hands wrap around my ankles. “Cormac, scoot down and join us.”
I fall into Cormac’s chest, and Patrick drags me down his brother’s body. My tits tease over Cormac’s sweats and eventually the bed.
Patrick pulls me up until I’m standing at the end of the mattress.
My hair falls around my breasts, and even that’s too much for my oversensitive skin.
He plants a hand on my ass, tugging me to his chest as he dips his head. “Hang your legs off the end of the bed,” he says, talking to Cormac, but his eyes never leave mine. “You can stop this at any time. All you need to do is say the word.” His other hand cradles my cheek, and then he’s kissing me.
My heart hammers in my chest, and my arousal builds. God, I’m a big fan of the way he takes charge.
Patrick’s fingers dig into my ass, pulling my pussy apart.
I’m about to beg them both to fuck me when he tugs back, smirking as he stares down at me.
“You need to soak up some alpha cum. A few orgasms for you wouldn’t hurt either.” He marks my cheeks with his pheromones one by one and gives my ass a playful slap. “How about you suck off my brother while I make you come all over my hand? How does that sound, sweetheart?”
I nod wildly, and another wave of cramps rips through my stomach.
“Take your sweats off.” Patrick tosses the words at Cormac. “You heard the omega. She’s about to fuck your world up.” He spins me toward the bed, framing my back. “Let’s try a modified doggy style with your hands on the bed. Knees on the floor.”
That sounds good, but my head is foggy, and it takes a while to process his words. Luckily, Patrick soothes his handsdown my arms, helping me get into position. His forearm wraps around my stomach, and he leans against my back, guiding me down onto my knees once my hands are in place on either side of Cormac.
Speaking of the youngest O’Connor brother, the way he stretches back on his arms with his cock straining against his boxer briefs makes me ache to lick the wet spot on the material.
“Jesus,” Patrick says. “I thought you knew that I meant for you to take your underwear off too.”
Cormac’s head tilts, and I smile.
“It’s okay,” I say, running my hand over his cock. “We can work around them for now.”
There’s something so boyishly innocent about Cormac, but Patrick’s naughty intensity is a natural dichotomy. The smell of Cormac’s pre-cum isn’t overwhelmed by the scent of his fresh laundry detergent. I ignore the latter as I lean closer, rolling my tongue around his crown. The material feels strange against my tongue, but I’m more focused on the way Cormac’s stomach muscles tighten. I think I’d like to see all his tightly controlled strength snap.
“Okay, you were right. I should have taken my boxer briefs off.” Cormac grabs the band, pulling them down. His heavy shaft bounces against his stomach, but Patrick chooses that moment to spread my lower lips, shoving two fingers inside me.
The slick sound that fills the air makes my face heat as he stretches his thick digits.
“Fucking Christ, Charlotte,” Patrick growls.
I’m barely doing anything, so I have no idea what that’s about, but it feels like he’s praising me.
Cormac wraps his hand around his length, jerking himself a few times, and I dive forward, licking the pre-cum that drips from his tip.
My cheeks hollow as I work deeper down his shaft, and he releases his cock when my lips brush his thumb. He’s so hard against my tongue, and all I want is to taste more of him.
It’s not a want.
It’s a need.
