I might die if I don’t.
I forgot how dramatic I get during waves of heat, but I’m burning with the need to make them both mine.
“It’s okay,” Cormac says softly. “You don’t have to go that deep. I don’t want you to choke.”
Patrick snorts.
We obviously have different ideas ofokay. Choking on him sounds hot, and I make it my mission to swallow every inch of Cormac’s cock.
I’m at a weird angle, with my hands on Cormac’s thighs and my knees on the floor, but it makes it easier for Patrick to brush my G-spot with every pump of his fingers into my pussy. He moves his knee between mine, hooks his arm around my waist, and teases my swollen nub.
Patrick frames my back and rakes his teeth across my shoulder. “Do you know how jealous I am right now? I’ve never resented my brother, but fuck, I ache to take his place.” He licks and sucks over my skin. “Actually, if I could trade places with anything right now, I’d swap my fingers with my dick. You’regoddamnkilling me, Charlotte.” The edge to his tone makes goose bumps erupt down my arms.
Hearing him finally lose that cocky swagger might be my new favorite thing.
He picks up speed on my clit, and it’s almost impossible to focus on any one thing.
Cormac shoves me deeper down his length with his hand in my hair, and I try to concentrate on sucking him, but I’m so overwhelmed. Still, I want to impress him, so I bring my palmto the base of his shaft and apply pressure to his knot. It swells slightly larger in my hold, which makes me imagine what it would feel like doing the same thing while trapped inside me.
My pussy clenches around Patrick’s fingers, and he growls, slapping my clit. I groan around Cormac’s length as another cramp rips through my pelvis. Slick drips from my core, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Patrick’s entire fist is soaked in me.
I wish I was more coherent so I could put on a good performance, but I’m mostly relegated to experiencing all the sensations.
I flatten my tongue on the bottom of Cormac’s shaft and ensure my lips pop around his thick crown. He rewards me with a spurt of pre-cum on my tongue, and I double down, sucking his tip with a fervency that speaks to an omega on the edge.
The pleasure building in my lower stomach sizzles through my nerve endings as my orgasm washes over me from nowhere.
“The way you just clamped down on my fingers…” Patrick has no mercy, slamming his fingertips deep and brushing my G-spot as I sob around Cormac. “That’s it, sweetheart. Come for us.”
Cormac tries to pull me off his cock as my body shakes, but I suck him even deeper as he spills hot cum all over my tongue. I pry my eyes open to study his face, and it’s every bit as sexy as I imagined.
God. I apparently have a new thing for guys with glasses.
It’s a good thing my mouth is full, or I would have begged for them both to bite me. Even after he comes, Cormac doesn’t get soft, but I’m overly sensitive, so I pop off his length to look over my shoulder at Patrick.
“Too much,” I choke out, bringing my hand to pull his fingers from my clit.
Patrick chuckles darkly. “Unless I missed something, that was your first orgasm. I think you need a few more before your body really settles down.”
I groan, but my instincts light up.
Maybe I’m a cliché omega.
I don’t really care.
The idea of being pampered and well-fucked by multiple alphas is the shit my dreams are made of…
I just really need Malachy to join us.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Malachy
Lukas has endless energy and a bossy streak that I find cuter than I probably should. He helps me assemble his indoor playhouse, complete with a plastic slide, but the kid is big for his age. Even though the box says ages two to six, he’s pushing the size limit. It’ll work for now until we can get something installed in the backyard. I still feel guilty. I wish it was something he could grow into.
I’m itching to get upstairs to check on Charlotte, but I take the time to put together the small plastic basketball hoop and inflate the ball pit. At this point, Lukas won’t need anything for Christmas, outside of clothes and shoes.
Nah, even if Miriam went a little overboard, Christmas is special. We’ll make sure we pick out a few things he’ll like, and I’ll know to aim for a bike for a normal-sized four- or five-year-old. That should work for him with some space to grow into.
