“Demand,” Forsythe corrects the word rumbling against my clit. “Demand what you need, omega. Tell your alphas.”
“More,” I demand, beyond fully forming thoughts or sentences. “Please, alpha, more.”
A nip on my clit has my back bowing again, trying to get closer to the stinging pleasure.
One thick finger works its way inside my clenching core, and it feels so fucking good I can’t stop the moan from pulling from my chest. “Yes.”
“Is this what you need, omega? You need your alpha to fill you?” the prince asks, placing a tender kiss to my mound. “Mmm, you’re so fucking tight,cor mea. I can barely fit one finger inside you. How are we ever going to fit our big cocks in such a tiny little cunt, hmm?”
“We’ll make them fit,” Thayer tells him. “You’ll take everything we have to give you, won’t you, omega? You’ll stretch and strain but you’ll do it. Cause it’ll feel so fucking good to be full of us, won’t it?”
I nod frantically, hips rolling into Forsythe’s hand, trying to take him deeper inside me. “Please.”
“More?”
“Yes!”
A second finger joins the first, my slick easing the way for the tight stretch. It feels so fucking good. “Just like that, Ren. Doing so good for us.”
I lose track of myself after that. I become nothing more than a series of reactions. Moans and cries and pleas. Hips rolling and grinding. Hands grasping and clawing. I quiver and tremble and come over and over again as the two alphas work me between them. Forsythe kneeling between my thighs, Thayer kneeling next to me on the cool marble of the island.
His cock is out, bobbing near my face, and I don’t think, only lunge, lifting my head to take it into my mouth as he curses and laces his fingers into my hair. The angle is awkward, but I don’t care and neither does he.
We are creatures of lust and arousal, need and want. Pleasure is our only focus.
“Fuck, Ren. Omega. I’m gonna come. Swallow every drop, yeah. Take me deep into you, into your belly.”
I moan my agreement, suctioning harder, one hand coming up to grip his swollen knot, pulsing my fingers around it. He curses. Then cries out my name, hands so tight in my hair my scalp stings. But I suck and swallow and do my best to bring my alpha pleasure as he comes.
“Fuck,” He moans, swiping a thumb over my chin, gathering up his release that slipped from between my lips, and feeding it onto my tongue. “Pretty little mouth. So good for us.” The praise lights me up inside and he chuckles. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
Thayer slides his gaze to the man still between my thighs with his fingers stuffed up inside me, slick pooling in his palm, I'm sure. Forsythe is watching us, pupils blown wide, the black swallowing up the warm brown.
“What are you waiting for, Sythe? Show our omega what a good girl she is. Make her come.”
And he does. Repeatedly.
Until my voice is hoarse from crying out, I’m until I’m so oversensitive that I want to push him away, but I’m not even sure he’d go. He’s that intent on devouring me.
“One more, omega,” he demands. “Give me one more.”
“I can’t,” I sob. “I can’t.”
“You can,” Thayer tells me. “You can and then your prime alpha is going to mark you as your reward.”
Mark me.My omega latches onto that, onto the promise of having our alpha’s mark on us. I’m too far gone to think too much about what that means. But I want it. So bad.
The squelching of his fingers is obscene as he fucks me hard and fast with them, curling just so, hitting a part of me that I can never reach with my own fingers. “Oh, god.” I moan. “Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.”
Thayer’s teeth sink into the flesh of my left breast, not enough to break the skin, but hard enough to bruise. And it sends me over the edge into pure white hot bliss.
“Mark me, alpha,” my omega orders, as I come.
Forsythe lunges up, eyes wild, engorged cock already in hand, knuckles white as he strokes himself furiously. His mouth collides with mine and I taste myself on his lips, his tongue, his beard. I groan into the kiss, loving the combination of us together.
“Fuck. Fuck,” he pants into my mouth, hand working furiously between us. “Florence.”
