“No need. When you live with a pack that whacks off, or whacks each other off, as much as we do, that forearm strength comes to good use. Tynan’s included in that sweeping statement, though he’s not keen on anyone else's dick but his own.”
“Wow. Really?” She giggles before she sasses me back, holding up her arms. “These guns are great. I should use the mixer still.”
“Bullshit. All the more reason for you to use the spoon and work on your stroke and endurance. From a PT point of view.” Tynan adds.
She shakes her head, having as much fun winding me and Ty up as we are her.
I lean into her space, “Four men to love you means four men to satisfy, Omega. I’ll teach you to be ambidextrous, so you can keep us all entertained.”
She throws her head back and laughs that deep throaty laugh of hers. The noise races down my spine, unlocking a tease of my heat.
“Get whipping right goddamn now, woman. While they bake, we’re fucking.”
The vixen laughs again, huskier, and her scent leaks. Instead of talking or arguing, she holds my gaze as she creams the butter like a pro. All I can think with each beat is how good it would feel if it was my dick she was treating so nasty.
We somehow manage to throw the cookies together in no time flat. Instead of putting them in the oven, I put them back in the fridge before stalking her like a lion does a gazelle.
“You know what comes next?”
“Yeah, I take the tray out of the fridge and put it in the oven, then we sit here and watch them bake. It’s my favorite part, you know.” Her voice dips lower, and she takes a small step out of the path I’m on. “Watching them rise slowly at the same time the chocolate turns gooey. But I think the best is the smell.”
I keep staring her down, slowing each step. “Correct. But cookies don’t have a patch on you. We’re baking them after.”
“After what?” she asks, dipping her chin. The edge of her mouth curls up in tease, a complete contrast to the naive act she’s playing.
“My brother and I take you to bed. His bed. Where I sometimes chill when I need some twin time. It smells like the both of us. And soon it’s going to smell like the three of us.”
Her eyes flutter to a close before they pop open. They’re not on me; she’s searching for Ty. Then it’s his turn to stalk her, but he’s not slow or giving her any room to doubt herself. He snatches her off her feet and carries her to his room.
I climb out of my sweats and follow them, lifting her out of his arms to lay her down on his bed, doing the same so we’re nose to nose on his pillow.
“I would never pressure you.”
Her eyebrow curls up, making me clarify.
“Much. I definitely wouldn’t intentionally make you feel shit. I want you. I also know how much Ty wants you too. I feel it in my bones, and hear him in my thoughts, saying the same I’m saying in mine,Tally is ours.”
She climbs on top of me, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head. “Why can’t I say no to you?”
Her mouth is on mine, her tongue dancing slowly with me as I try to give her all the answers she’s after. Tally’s kisses are consuming. They’re addictive and make me lose my mind.Her lips are soft but not from lack of confidence; it’s just the difference between kissing an Omega and kissing my Alphas.
The bed behind us dips, and Tally turns slightly but doesn’t stop until she sees that Tynan has undressed. She stands up on the mattress and points to a space where Ty is clearly meant to lie down. Like me, my brother is a sap for this woman, and he does as she asks immediately.
Walking straight off the mattress, she undresses too before she pulls our bodies closer so there's no space between me and my brother.
Her hands glide up the soles of our feet before she pushes them together and eyes them critically.
“Interesting,” she muses.
I go to ask what is when Tally leans down and nips my foot before doing the same to Tynan. It’s the start of her comparison, and tasting. It’s agonizing, the amount of time she takes to measure, compare, and assess. Made a hundred times better, and worse, by the way she tastes, kisses, and touches the both of us. She’s a master manipulator, but it’s the good type.
My cock is leaking, and Ty’s keeps doing little jumps after her teasing. When her hand wraps around us, my brother makes the same groan of relief I do. She squeezes her fingers tighter, working us over until she lets Ty’s cock go and runs her fist up and down my length, milking my slick until it’s puddling.
“Give me your hand, Raf,” she says quietly, watching me intently.
My fingers are there, shaking in eagerness, as she guides them to scoop up the mess before she uses a hand on my hips to roll me over, lying down in front of me, her back to my chest and putting her leg over Tynan’s hip. With her open, I lube her up.
Ty kisses her, his hands moving over her body constantly. Wiggling closer, I finger her until she relaxes in her desire andI can add another without causing her any discomfort. I go to push for a third when she hisses at me impatiently.
