Her cheeks are a beautiful bright red.
And I decide to see how far I can make that blush spread.
I spear her with my tongue, then draw my touch back up her legs with one hand going to her hip to hold her and the other joining me between her thighs.
“I’m going to prepare you for me, pet,” I tell her. “I’m big, so you need to be stretched.” I slide two fingers into her, loving the way her tight sheath clenches around me.
Definitely a knotting virgin.
That’s about to change.
Because I’m going to fucking live inside this perfect pussy for the rest of my existence.
Laz and Johan will just have to take her ass and mouth instead.
Mine, mine, mine.
“Noah,” she groans as I add a third finger.
“Oh, sweet bee, if you think that’s a lot…” I trail off and suck on her clit again, helping to push her into a state where pain and pleasure combine.
She nearly falls back onto the table.
Which gives me an idea.
“Lie down,” I tell her. “And get up there with her, tech boy. I want you to suck on her tits for me.”
Laz can fucking watch.
Prick.
Always ruining my fun.
Let’s see how he likes sitting back while someone else makes up the rules and runs the show.
Johan follows my command like the good fucking alpha he is and gets on the table, then helps to lean Aurora back.
Only, he doesn’t suck on her breasts like I demanded.
Instead, he kisses her.
Which I only allow because it makes her even wetter between her thighs. I lap up her slick, growling as her decadent flavor hits the back of my throat. “You taste so fucking good, pet.” I give her a long lick while my fingers work inside her.
“Just wait until she comes,” Laz murmurs. “It gets even better then.”
My hands itch to grab the knife tucked into my pocket so I can stab the asshole in the throat. I don’t need the reminder that he did this first.
But he will absolutely bear witness to me knotting our omega on this fucking table.
And he willnotbe allowed to touch her.
It’s my fucking turn with my fucking bride.
I drive that point home by nipping her clit, then laving away the sting as she cries out into Johan’s mouth.
His hands are moving now, exploring her perky breasts and tweaking her rosebud nipples.
“Get your mouth on her tits,” I tell him. “Before I kick you off this table.”
