“I… Sure. Yeah, I’d love to,” I say.
My omega patters happily in my chest, and everyone turns to stare at me in surprise. It takes me a moment to catch up, and then I realize… I’m purring.
I’ve literally never done that in my life, but before I can fully get a grasp on what’s happening, my purr stutters out.
The silence only lasts a split second, and in that split second, both Vee’s and Brooks’ purrs roar to life. Brooks surges toward us, pressing his chest to mine as Vee leans into my back. My purr comes back tenfold, not nearly enough to rival theirs, but still, it’s there.
Riley somehow grins and pouts at the same time.
“No fair, I don’t have a purr,” they say. Then he rolls his tongue in an incredibly loud “rrrrr” that kind-of-almost sounds like a purr, but mostly sounds like a sad motor trying to rev.
“Gah,” he says, cutting it off.
“It’s okay.” I pull him into my arms and sandwich him between the three of us. “You can just enjoy it.”
He grins, then pulls me into a kiss.
Scents bloom around me, and I perfume so heavily I can hardly breathe through it.
“You’re killing me, Sage,” Riley groans against my lips. “So fucking good. Can I touch you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, and the alphas readjust to give us enough room to move between them.
Riley trails their hands up my sides to cup my breasts and I arch my back against Vee behind me.
“That’s a good girl,” she croons in my ear, and slick floods between my legs.
Brooks’ hand is on the back of Riley’s neck, and I want his other one on me. I reach for him, and he runs a big, warm palm up my bare calf.
Riley sucks a mark into my neck and I gasp. I’ve never felt this good before. Having all three of them around me, touching me, not demanding or wanting anything in return other than to make me feel good.
I didn’t know it could be like this.
“More,” I whine, attempting to drag Riley’s fingers lower.
“Use your words, Petal. What do you want?”
Riley plucks at my nipple, and I squirm in Neveah’s hold.
“You want my fingers in your pussy?” Riley says, and I nearly faint at the desire that pounds through me.
“Yes, that. Your fingers, please.”
Riley and Brooks scoot back, then Brooks’ hands are on my hips.
“Can I take these off, Petal?”
I lift my hips, attempting to nod, but Vee has captured my mouth. She pulls back scant millimeters, her grip on my neck not letting me move any further away.
“Is that a yes, sweet thing?”
“Yes, off!”
Brooks rolls the shorts down my legs, and my panties disappear with them. Then Riley’s nimble fingers are tracing patterns on my lower stomach, my hip bones, my thighs. Brooks’ hands have moved back to my calf, and I spread my legs as much as I can between them. I have no idea where this wanton side of me came from, but she is desperately needy.
“Such a pretty pussy,” Riley murmurs, breath ghosting across my slick inner thighs.
“Riley.Riley,” I pant, unable to catch my breath between Vee’s sinful kisses and the others’ sinful fingers.
