“We’re not watching though, are we?” I say quietly, my question ending on a gasp as Mateo sucks on my neck with more gusto.
Augie steps forward and shakes his head, his finger tilting my chin up. He leans in so his lips hover over mine at the same time Mateo nips my neck.
I gasp and Augie captures the sound with his mouth, sealing his lips over mine in a heated kiss. By the time he pulls back I’m breathless and my underwear are ruined, the scent of strawberry filling the air alongside my pack's heady cocktail of honey, lemon, mint, and basil.
“No, we’re not,” he teases my lips. “But we are going to fulfill the next fantasy on your list.”
I pull back just enough to see his eyes that are glazed with need. When Pack Quinn started courting me, we made a list of things we all liked and didn’t like in the bedroom. Mine included a list of kinks and fantasies I’ve always had. We’ve worked through most of them, the most recent one was Mateo’s favorite. Augie and Jett helped me find the sluttiest bunny costume available. That sounds funny when you say it, but I got custom ears and a butt plug that had a grey poof on the end. I’d already had one Mateo got for me, but this one matched the ears and vibrated.
I rode him and he made me come again and again and again, but not before he and Jett edged me for at least an hour straight with toys while Wilder gave them directions on how to make me squirm and Augie watched like the good boy he is until Mateo allowed him to come inside my ass.
The thought of that night makes my pierced nipples harden around the silver barbells Wilder picked—the piercingsthemselves a gift I got for him to further mark our bond. I bite my tongue to keep from moaning and the scent of my perfume overtakes the small room.
“You wanna be fucked in public, sweet girl?” Augie asks, his voice roughened by desire.
My first reaction is to say yes. I’ve been wanting to do something like this with them for awhile now, and while technically Augie and Mateo eased me on set during my heat last year, the set had been cleared. There was no chance of getting caught and there was definitely not an audience in a theater just beyond a wall.
Speaking of…
“Won’t they hear us?” I ask, eyes flicking behind him.
“Soundproof,” Wilder replies. “But I wouldn’t be too loud, little Omega.”
My pussy flutters at his endearment and my Omega preens.
“Do you think you can manage that?” He steps closer beside Augie, his presence large and dominating as it always is. “Or we could gag you.”
“Oh, she’ll be gagged alright,” Mateo mutters against my neck, his hands sliding up to palm my aching breasts through my dress. “But with one of our cocks.”
My pussy clenches around nothing and I drop my head further to the side so Mateo can get to more skin.
“Please,” I whine before I can think about it further.
“Please what, star?” Jett asks, walking around to Augie’s other side, my pack now surrounding me. Just how I like it.
In the theater I hear laughter at something that has happened on screen, and I’m sure if I really paid attention I’d hear mine or Jett’s voices. But none of that is important. I’m so turned on I think I could be anywhere, even out in the front of the theater with the audience, and I’d drop to my knees and beg for them. The hours I spent in hair and makeup be damned.
“Please, fuck me. Use me.”
Wilder growls and Mateo’s cock kicks against my ass. Augie leans down to kiss me again and his basil scent envelopes me along with Mateo’s honey. I open my mouth to his and groan into it, his tongue twirling against mine and massaging it.
Augie continues to kiss and explore me, his hands dropping to my hips and pulling me forward while Mateo pulls away. He unzips my dress and I note the air doesn’t feel cool on my skin that’s starting to feel like fire, but I don’t care right now. I only care about their touch and getting their cocks in me.
I’m stripped and moved toward the corner of the room. Eventually Augie passes me to Jett who looks so handsome in his blue-grey suit. Another time I’ll have to enjoy how he looks, because I want him naked. I want them all naked.
Jett kisses me hard, his lemon taste sweet and tangy on my tongue. I work my hands into his jacket pushing it off. When that’s gone, I remove his shirt and drag my hands up his strong chest, following it with kisses until I latch on to his neck and suck, wanting to leave a mark.
“Iris,” he groans.
I ignore his call for me and dip my hand into his pants, wrapping my fingers around his hard shaft.
“Need you,” I moan.
“Iris,” he says again, gripping my cheeks to pull me away. He looks into my eyes, his own swimming with desire for me. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Never better,” I say honestly. “Just need you. All of you.”
He stares at me another long moment before he finally nods, his lips molding hard to mine before he steps back and Wilder takes over.
