I float back, after my small transgression and find them hungrier, more determined to right every wrong in my world. They’re crowding around me, and I use my bare legs to push against both Hendrix and Rye’s shoulders to give us space.
“Photos please. Lots of them,” I demand softly, closing my eyes and snuggling against Dominic’s chest.
Ryder goes back to his knees, leaning in. I don’t need to look; I can feel his presence as clearly as a touch on my skin.
Hendrix gives instructions and together, Dominic and Rye move us around until we become the visual Hendrix had. It’s easy to tell when the two match by the grunt of satisfaction he makes.
“Don’t move an inch.”
I do though. I stretch forward and look down at Ryder, using one of my hands to brush the hair that had fallen into his eyes. The sound of a camera accompanies our heavy breathing, and a part of me hopes he’s recording our sound too.
“Rye, kneel down a bit.”
Ryder moves slowly.
“Stop right there,” Hendrix says quietly. “Open that glorious pussy up for me.”
I wiggle in Dominic’s arms when Ryder parts my pussy. And for no other reason but a simmering need. The shutter clicks as Hendrix takes a series of very intimate shots.
When he shifts it stirs the air, his scent and my need colliding is a beautiful combination.
“Hen, please,” I beg, trying to get my own fingers to let go of Dominic’s suit jacket so I can touch myself.
“No begging, sweetheart. You never need to beg.”
The small sob I make is argument enough, and the three of them react. Ryder’s tongue swirls up my thighs, Dominic reaches down to suck on my lip, and Hendrix is in my ear, whispering encouragement while literally pouring his scent on me.
“You’re a fucking angel, Simona. Every part of you is incredible. You will not suffer, baby, but we might teach you how far we can take your pleasure. How about Ryder gets back to fucking your cunt with his mouth, and I take the photo we’re going to hang in our home.”
I don’t answer with words but with slick and scent, earning more rumbles of appreciation and praise. Hendrix steps back, his eyes staring into mine. I follow one hand as he grips himself and the other as he takes a photo. And then he points, directing me back to Ryder who is waiting for me to give him my attention.
I get a wicked smirk—full of ego, longing, adoration and filth before he pokes his tongue out, flattens it, and with our gaze on each other, he licks me from mid-thigh before proving he’s not just a talented musician.
“Come for us, sweetheart,” Hendrix encourages. Unnecessarily.
I’m in another space entirely. Pleasure courses through my veins, and heat travels down my spine. I stop fisting Dominic’s suit jacket to bury my hands in Ryder’s hair before I grind my pussy over his mouth, chasing the simmering peak I can both see and feel still.
Behind me, Dominic uses his hand to hold Ryder firmer before bouncing in place, moving me like I’m moving myself. “Ryder, you’re a master at giving head, show our beautiful Omega how talented your mouth is.”
Dominic’s tone is almost aggressive, but by god it works.For me. And Ryder. Ryder uses his hands to push my thighs wider apart before he curls his tongue around my clit and somehow sucks and pulses simultaneously.
I go off like a goddamn rocket.
Flailing backwards against Dominic’s chest, I’m thrown by Rye’s wickedness, and try to both escape his attention while wiggling for more at the same time. The noises we both make are obscene. Dirty as hell. But hearing his enjoyment, his devotion puts me right on the edge of release.
Then he ramps it up. His tongue buried deep, his gaze finds mine and I get another smirk—one hundred percent debauched and knowing.
My orgasm blasts out, like a violent eruption. I start talking gibberish, absolutely lost in a place where nothing makes sense but does at the same time. I don’t fight against the tides of pleasure; I couldn’t possibly win. When I reach out blindly, Hendrix wraps my hand in his, letting me squeeze the hell out of his fingers. It becomes a lifeline.
A tool I use to find my way back to them. I can’t speak, my vision is blurry, and I have to shake my head a few times before I can do either, but they wait semi-patiently. “Well, that was…”
“Incredible? Amazing? Something you want every morning?” Ryder chuckles as he rises up from his knees. But not straight up like a normal person, he makes a deliberately slow time of it, and he purposely drags his chest over my pussy so my orgasm makes his skin sheen.
Something which has me shivering in delight.
“Come on, let’s get our Omega into her new home, and let her,” Hendrix rumbles his challenge at me, “inspect her nest. If it’s not up to standard, she will tell her Alphas what she needs to make it better. Once it is exactly, and we mean exactly, how she wants it, her Alphas will be able to move onto their next phase of proving to our fucking incredible Omega what they are capable of.”
No words come. None are needed.
