“Yes, little bee. Just like that.” He pushes my head down more. “Okay, pet, relax your throat and hum a little.”
I obey.
And Johan’s cock jumps in my mouth as a growl echoes through his chest. “Fuuuck.”
Noah releases a noise of contentment. “Our omega’s made for this, isn’t she? Taking our cocks together, pleasuring us with her mouth and pussy.” He kisses my neck, my pulse throbbing in response. “Want me to help her take more?”
“Yes,” Johan whispers, his eyes meeting mine again. “Yes.”
I tighten my grip on his knot, loving the way more cum enters my mouth.
“Try rotating your wrist a little, too,” Noah instructs me. “And take as deep a breath as you can.”
When I move to pull back and breathe, he holds me in place.
“Through your nose, Aurora,” he tells me. “You need to learn how to inhale while you have a cock in your mouth. It’s going to be a very important skill in our pack.”
My thighs clench, his dirty words doing something to me.
I shouldn’t like what he’s saying. I should probably be pissed that he assumes I’ll be doing this often.
But I rather hope he’s right.
Because this feels amazing.
And I really don’t want to ever stop.
“Perfect,” he whispers as I inhale. “Now hold your breath and try not to tense.”
He pushes me down on Johan, causing the other man to hiss. His head falls back, his pleasure written in his features.
“See how much he likes this?” Noah says, his voice still low. “You’re making him feel so fucking good right now, pet.” His lips caress my neck, then move into my hair. “It’s making me want to hold you just like this and drive into your slick cunt while you choke on his cock.”
Knuckles brush my cheek, causing my gaze to flick to the side, where Lazarus has moved to stand right beside us. “You look beautiful, Ms. Bianchi,” he murmurs, his praise making my clit pulse in response.
“She feels fucking amazing, too,” Noah growls.
“I can imagine,” Lazarus murmurs, leaning against the table beside Johan, close enough for their arms to touch. “Are you going to make her swallow?”
I’m not sure whom the question is for, but Noah answers, “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
Johan merely groans, his head still tossed back in pleasure, but Lazarus threads his fingers through Johan’s hair and forces him to focus on me. “Watch our omega,” the don murmurs. “She’s working hard for you. Let her see how much you like it.”
Somehow I feel like Johan and I are both being dominated right now.
Maybe because we are.
I don’t know.
But I love it. So much so that I clamp down on Noah’s cock.
He growls against my ear, then thrusts up into me with so much force that I gasp. “If you’re going to hug me like that, I’m going to fuck you,” he says, doing it again. “Laz, take over our multitasking training.”
Noah’s hand leaves my hair, only to be replaced by Lazarus’s.
Then Noah grabs my hips and starts driving into me with abandon while Lazarus forces me to take more of Johan into my mouth.
I feel trapped.
