“Yes, Darling.” Passion in his eyes, Spencer kissed me.
“Wait. I forgot to preheat the oven.” Pushing me down on the bed, Brennan threw open my legs and buried his face between my thighs.
“Oh, yes.” My body bucked as he hit just the right spot with his tongue. His fingers entered me.
“Preheat the oven? Oh, how clever.” Spencer chuckled as his lips seized my breast.
Pleasure coursed over me as I orgasmed. Both of them kept going, lavishing me with attention.Mmmm, preheat my oven, alphas.
Yes, both these impressively cute guys were mine.
“You taste so good. Sweet and tasty,” Brennan mumbled. “Spencer, taste.”
Spencer joined him and both of them licked me together.Stooop.No. Don’t stop. Wave after wave of delight washed over me as both of them moved me closer to my peak. I came again.
“Good boy,” I sighed. “Good Daddy.”
Brennan’s head popped up, chin glistening. “Ding. Oven’s ready. I can knot you now.”
“Please.” I giggled. “I need both of you in me now.”
“You need me? I love that.” Spencer breathed.
There were more weird sounds coming from some place.
“Yes, at the same time. I need knots.” I started singing again, this time to the tune of Volkov, to drown out the noise coming from someplace.
Spencer pushed one of my legs into the air, then thrust into me. Brennan did the same. I kept singing, even as they started to trust. As good as it felt, this wasn’t a knot, and I didn’t want them to forget my request.
“Oh, this feels so nice,” I sighed, legs in the air, both of them side by side, pumping in and out of me.
“You feel good,” Spencer growled, kissing me.
“The best.” Brennan kissed me again.
A hand brushed my clit, and I groaned, orgasming again. So many sensations bombarded me as I lost myself to it, keeping up my tune.
“I’m going to knot you now,” Brennan finally groaned, kissing me deeply.
“Yes, let’s knot her,” Spencer agreed.
Finally.
As they pushed into me, Brennan kissed me again, then his eyes focused on mine, face still close to me. The sensation of two knots snapping into me at once made me squeal with delight. Song no longer needed, I bit Brennan’s shoulder, bonding him back.
“Mine.” I gazed at him.
“Yes,” Brennan agreed.
Happiness flowed through me.Good boy.That good boy was mine.
Chapter Sixty-Four
Evan
“Grace isn’t okay,” I informed Wes, as Riley used me as a pillow. We were in a room at the Bureau that was probably used to hold omegas, with some fluffy couches and soft lighting. Wrappers from snacks and sandwiches, as well as empty cups, littered the low table.
Pimm, ourwellbeing assessor,sat in a chair nearby on her tablet. She was basically the inter-dimensional Blanket Brigade, and we’d had a great conversation about it before Riley got too tired and wanted to sleep.
