“That’s it, angel,” Mason whispers, his mouth around my nipple.
“You’re soaked,” Dylan murmurs. “You hear that? That sweet sound when I finger you? That’s how bad you want this.”
I can’t think. Can’t breathe. Dylan is pushing me higher with every flick of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers, his mouth sealing over my clit like he’s trying to own me.
Mason’s lips brush my other nipple. “Tell me how much you want us inside you. Tell me, and I swear I’ll give you everything.”
I turn my head, barely able to form words, and still, despite the fire licking through my veins, despite the way my body is already unraveling, I find it. That last sliver of sass still clinging to me like armor.
“If you want this Omega body,” I gasp out, trembling, “you’d better get on your knees for me.”
Mason’s laugh bursts free, warm and surprised, lighting up his whole face. “Fuck, I love that.”
He freezes for a split second, like the words caught him off guard and he didn’t mean to say them out loud. But then he’smoving, sliding from the bed, kneeling beside it so we’re face-to-face. His golden-brown eyes lock with mine, open and serious in a way that steals my breath.
“For you?” he says softly. “Yes. Absolutely yes.”
And that’s when I lose all control.
Dylan’s mouth seals over my clit, sucking hard, and his fingers thrust deep and curl perfectly, hitting that spot inside me that makes the world explode.
The orgasm slams into me, stealing my breath, my vision, my ability to do anything but ride it out while Dylan works me through it relentlessly with his mouth and hands.
I’m dimly aware that I’m screaming their names, that my whole body is convulsing, that I’ve probably never come this hard in my entire life.
I’m still shaking, still trying to remember how to breathe, when they move me.
Strong hands grip my hips, guiding me, not just with command but with care. I’m rolled gently onto my stomach, breath catching in my throat.
“Up on your hands and knees for us, gorgeous,” Dylan commands from behind me, his voice thick and low like gravel soaked in honey.
I’m trembling, boneless, my limbs jelly, but I move for him. For them. I shift, lifting onto my elbows, then my hands and knees, the soft sheets bunching under my fingers. The cool air licks across my overheated skin, every inch of me flushed and raw.
Mason climbs onto the bed in front of me, kneeling so close that his cock is right at eye level. Hard, thick veins twisting along the shaft like a promise. My mouth waters. My thighs squeeze together instinctively, seeking relief.
“You taste incredible,” Dylan says from behind me. “Like summer fruit and sin. I could spend hours between your legs, just drinking you in.”
Mason cups my cheek, gently guiding my face to look up at him. His other hand wraps slowly around his cock, stroking once, then again. He’s in no rush. Letting me see what’s coming. Letting me want it.
“Ready for us?” he asks softly, though there’s fire in his eyes. A raw ache.
I lift my chin, lips curving into a grin even as my breath shudders. “Are you ready for me?” And then I arch my back, raising my hips higher, tilting toward Dylan like an offering.
He growls. Not playfully. It’s primal. Possessive. His hands close over my hips with a grip that saysmineeven if the words don’t.
“Fuck,” he groans. “So needy. So fucking perfect like this for us.”
I moan, pushing back instinctively, desperate for the stretch.
Mason’s hand glides into my hair, tilting my face toward his cock. His voice is lower now, serious. “Open up for me, sweetheart. Let me feel that mouth.”
I part my lips, and he slides in slowly, letting me take my time. Letting me adjust. The weight of him on my tongue is everything. Heavy and hot and right.
Behind me, Dylan runs the tip of his cock along my slick lips, teasing me, then he pushes inside in one long, deep stroke.God, he’s huge!
I cry out around Mason’s cock, the sound muffled but desperate, my body arching again as Dylan fills me completely. The stretch is exquisite. My walls clench around him, my arms trembling under the weight of everything.
“I’m starting to think we need to keep her,” Dylan says, voice thick, rolling with something more than just desire.
