“How about we make new memories, and help you trust yourself again?” Abbott asks.
“Yes. I need you to touch me,” I confess, my pelvis twitching forward every time his knuckle brushes against my clit.
Tightening my legs, I fist my hands in his shirt as I press closer against his knuckle.
I gasp as he pulls aside the barrier of my panties, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
“So impatient, but then, I am as well,” Abbott murmurs. He pushes one finger into my cunt making me moan as he thrusts it slowly.
“I’m not a virgin,” I remind him, wanting more.
“Fuck, you’re pushy,” he grunts, pushing two more fingers into my tight channel. “Happy now?”
His lips are curved into a teasing smile, so I tentatively decide to respond in kind as he begins to slide his fingers in and out of me.
“I’m getting there,” I say breathlessly.
“Now who’s a brat,” Bellamy chuckles. “Give him hell, Beloved. She’s a handful when you edge her.”
“Is that true?” Abbott asks, grinning. “Fuck, you’re so tight and hot. That’s right. Ride my fingers, baby. I don’t want to edge her, Bellamy. I want to make her come while the alpha douchebag dies behind me.”
“Guess I should do my part in killing him, huh?” Bellamy asks. I catch sight of him as he salutes me before he disappears behind Abbott, and I keep myself focused on how good I’m feeling as an electrical snap begins behind me.
“And I want to see your hands go up!” Shiloh sings out, just before I hear a body snapping and jumping with electricity.
It’s the equivalent of yelling “clear,” but with some flair.
“Shi is a little dramatic, as you can see,” Abbott croons, nipping at my chin to get my attention again.
I get the feeling Shiloh isn’t the only dramatic alpha here.
“Why say it when you can sing it?” Shiloh asks as he works.
“How is this, Winter?” Abbott asks, his fingers pushing deeper, filling me as they press against a spot only Bellamy has ever hit before occasionally.
I might not be a virgin, but I’m still insanely inexperienced for a sex trafficked omega.
“Good,” I gasp. “Fuck. So good. More.”
“You’ll get it. I plan to spoil you with orgasms,” Abbott promises, kissing me.
“It smells so good in here,” Ansel growls. “This makes torture more fun. Let us hear you come, Winter. I want to hear it.”
My eyes widen before I whimper as Abbott’s thumb expertly rubs my clit.
“There. Oh, God,” I cry out.
“If you call him God, he’ll be impossible to live with,” Cassidy sighs. “I do want to hear those pretty noises more.”
“Sing for them, baby,” Abbott says, kissing me hard and fast.
I get lost in the sea of sensations as I ride Abbott’s fingers, letting him swallow down my noises as I gasp and moan as he brings me closer to an orgasm.
His fingers curve inside of me, and I mewl as my head drops back. Abbott groans as he licks down my skin, finding the droplets of sweat as they bubble up.
“So sexy,” he murmurs. “Such a gorgeous omega. You already have four alphas wrapped around your little finger, did you know that? They’re hanging on your every sound, breathing in your sweet scent. I bet they’re going to fight to suck your slick off my fingers. Who do you want to have it?”
I…words are really fucking hard as his thumb rubs over and over on my clit. Heat and flutters grow in my stomach, tumbling over each other as I clench around him.
