It doesn’t take long before I’m panting heavily, my head is spinning, and that fire in my belly is growing bigger and bigger with every passing second.
Clamping my thighs around my hand, I start to grind against the heel of my hand as I fuck myself with my fingers.
My free hand tangles in the blanket as the heels of my feet get planted firmly on the bed.
Every inhale is like taking a hit of the best drug on the market. Fresh waves of slick coat my hand as my fingers curl against my sweet spot.
I focus all my attention on the way my body is feeling, finding the perfect rhythm. Pushing myself closer and closer to the edge, I take my time, enjoying the delicious build of an impending orgasm.
The sounds leaving me are sinful, and I pray no one is walking by the room right now. If so, sorry, but not fucking sorry. I’m too lost in my own pleasure.
Desperate for my release and not wanting to risk anything messing with my rhythm, I give in to the sensation, letting my body push itself over the edge.
“Oh, oh, oh,” I whimper. “Yes, fuck, oh god.”
My pussy clamps down harder around my fingers, pulsing as my orgasm crashes over me.
Pleasure hums through me, like liquid fire burning from the inside out in the most perfect way.
I ride out my climax against my hand, pulling every last zap of pleasure from my body before relaxing into the mattress. My chest is heaving, heart racing, and my lips lift into a lazy, contented smile. I didn’t realize how much I needed that.
I can’t help it, though. Their scents drive me wild.
It’s not until the ringing in my ears dies down that I realize their scents are suddenly a lot stronger than before. Almost suffocating.
My eyes flutter open, widening as they lock on two tall figures standing at the end of the bed.
My lips part, a mix of embarrassment for being caught with my fingers still inside me, and a new rush of arousal at the pure hunger in their eyes. Their chests are heaving, nostrils are flaring, and their pheromones are coming off in waves.
“I–Ah–” I squeak out, not sure what to say.
Who thought it was a good idea to do this again? Oh yeah, me. Fuck my life. I wish the ground would open up and swallow me as I struggle to make my brain work and talk my way out of this.
I begin removing my fingers when Carson leans down, one hand on the bed and the other reaching mine. He pulls my fingers out of me, but doesn't let go.
I watch as he leans in further, wraps his lips around my fingers, and sucks them into his mouth.
His eyes close, a deep rumbling growl vibrating in his chest as he licks my fingers clean.
A whimper slips past my lips, more slick, making a mess between my thighs. Yeah, that orgasm wasn’t enough. I need more, I need them.
Pulling my fingers free with a pop, he licks his lips and gives me a devilish grin. “Looks like our Omega was being very naughty without us, Reid.”
“Mhhm,” he hums, the sound making me shiver in delight. “Was our girl needy? Couldn’t help yourself?”
Biting my lower lip, I nod.
“Did it feel good?” Carson asks, letting go of my fingers.
I nod again.
“Was it enough?” Reid asks, and I slowly shake my head.
Carson gives Reid a look, a silent conversation. Reid nods, and Carson stands up.
“On your hands and knees, Omega,” Carson smirks, hands going to his jeans.
Excitement bursts through me as I watch him pull his thick, delicious cock free. He’s long and hard, the tip weeping with pre-cum. My mouth waters, wanting a taste for myself.
