She’s licking and nibbling and still watching me, her pupils dark with need, her nostrils flaring as she tries to breathe around my girth.
But there’s something else happening.
Something I’m trying to decipher as I feel her teeth skim my head.
Oh, fuck, I think, a curse leaving my mouth just a second before she clamps down andclaimsmy damn cock.
That’s what Noah asked her to do to him.
Yet she’s doing it to me instead.
And I can’t help but feel that’s purposeful on her part, like she wanted to leave her mark on me in a place that shows I’m hers so that whenever Laz and Noah play with me, they think of her, too.
It’s unnecessary on her part. We’ll always fucking think of her. We’ll always invite her in, too. Because she’s our center. We might enjoy playing with each other in our own ways, but she’s the star we rotate around. The focus of our universe.
In time, she’ll understand that.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Noah breathes as I fall out of Lark’s mouth. There’s blood on my tip, which she proceeds to wipe away with her tongue.
“Nowyou can fuck Laz,” she tells me, her voice sultry and so fucking seductive that I grab her hair and slam back into her mouth.
“No, I fucking can’t,” I tell her. “Because I’m taking your mouth instead.”
Delight stares up at me from her alluring gaze.
Noah snorts.
And Laz fucking chuckles. “A possessive omega is so fucking hot.” He kisses her neck, then brushes his lips across my hand in her hair. He’s still holding her, too, his touch hot beneath my palm as he applies pressure and makes her take more of me into her mouth. “Swallow him, darling.”
She does, her throat working around me in a delirious movement that has me groaning deep.
I want to mark her. To claim her. But I can’t from this angle. So it’ll have to wait until we’re done.
That realization drives me faster, making me want to come so I can flatten her on her back and choose a place to make her mine.
I want it obvious, too.
Somewhere the others see every time they play with her. Just like she’s done to me.
Noah already claimed one of her tits.
And I’m pretty sure I caught sight of bite marks on her pussy from Laz—because of course the bastard chose her clit.
That leaves me with a few other interesting options.
Her inner thighs.
Her other tit.
Her nipples.
Her ass. I gaze down at where her rump is pressed up against Laz’s groin as he ruts into her with abandon.
She’s still a virgin there.
“I want first anal,” I announce, the words leaving me on a possessive rumble.
“It’s yours,” both men say in unison.
