I love that they probably already knew I would want that. Or perhaps felt it was my due, given everything we’ve shared.
Regardless, I’ll be taking our omega there and marking her in the process.
It’s perfect.
Just like her.
Just likethis.
She grabs my knot, giving it a squeeze that has my muscles straining in response. Her slick has permeated the air for several days while I’ve held back from touching her, from seeking her out. I wanted Laz to be able to surprise her, just like he desired.And I knew I would ruin that if I spent too much time with our omega.
I don’t like keeping secrets from her, even the good kind.
So I tortured myself with her scent instead and refused to jack off.
Which means I’m pent up and on the edge of a serious rut.
I want to fuck her so hard. See her through her heat. Fucking live inside her for a week. Fill her with our seed. Make her round with our child.
The future is so fucking bright right now. So tangible.So ours.
“Johan’s about to come, princess,” Laz says against her ear. “I know you’ve been practicing, so let’s see if you can take his load down your pretty throat.”
He shoves her face into me, causing me to go deeper than before, and forces me to erupt.
I fucking hate that he knows how to do that. Knows how to read my body’s cues better than I can. But I can’t deny the absolute rapturous nature of the sensations ripping through me.
“Aurora,” I growl, aware that I usually call her Lark. However, her real name is what leaves me now as I unleash my passion into her mouth.
She swallows. Sputters a little. But keeps trying to take everything I’m giving her while massaging my knot.
It’s again too much, a realization that makes her grumble in annoyance when she has to pull back. So I just release the rest of my seed on her tits.
Then Noah goes up onto his elbows to clean her up while Laz loses control behind her.
He’s fucking her hard, his movements furious and fast and borderline violent.
It’s driving Noah’s orgasm onward, too, the friction between the three of them a dangerous dance of eroticism and mutual appreciation.
Lark starts to cry out, her orgasm already spiraling.
Then both men rumble in unison as they join her, their knots shooting into her pussy to force her into a state of absolute oblivion.
A moment of panic overtakes her expression.
Then disappears behind a wave of intense pleasure as her climax shoots her into another plane of existence.
She’s writhing.
Moaning.
Screaming.
There are tears. Scratch marks. And a cyclone of scents. All of which originate and swirl around our omega. Our mate.
She pants from the exertion, then collapses onto Noah, and her eyes fall closed. I reach forward to check her pulse and find it raging, her body still shuddering despite having lost consciousness to the power of her ecstasy.
Noah purrs, holding her with ease, his lips ghosting across her hair as Laz collapses against her back and kisses her nape. “So fucking good,” he marvels, sweat dripping off him from the effort of fucking her to oblivion.
