“Yours,” Arkan confirms, and I realize I said it out loud. Fuck. “Just like you’re ours.”
Callum settles into a large armchair near the fireplace, unlacing his shirt. Powerful scarred chest on full display, legs spread, looking like some barbarian king.
“He’s going to watch,” I breathe out, my clit tingling at the thought.
“He is.” Arkan starts removing my torn dress, his movements torturously slow. “We share everything, omega. Including you.”
The dress falls away and I’m bare beneath it. No undergarments left…Callum destroyed those. Just me, naked and marked and still leaking his seed.
“Perfect,” Arkan breathes. “Look at you. All claimed and messy and ours.”
I should cover myself, at least try to maintain some modesty.
Instead, I arch slightly, presenting myself, an omega demanding approval from her alpha. This is insane! Who is even this woman?!
“That’s it,” Arkan growls. “Show me what’s mine.”
He drops to his knees between my thighs, and I realize what he’s about to do.
“Wait…” I try pushing against his impossibly broad shoulders.
“No waiting.” He spreads my legs wider, staring at my cunt. “I’m going to taste you. Taste you and Callum mixed together. Taste what’s ours.”
Then his mouth is on me, and I can’t do anything but scream.
He eats me out like a starving beast, his tongue lapping up Callum’s cum and my slick, groaning at the taste. I’m oversensitive from Callum’s claiming, from being knotted, and the sensation is almost too much.
“Arkan…please…I can’t…” I whimper loudly.
“You can.” He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow. “You will. Come on my tongue, omega. Show me how pretty you look when you fall apart.”
His tongue finds my clit and I shatter, coming so hard I see stars. He works me through it, licking and sucking, drawing it out until I’m sobbing. Wave after wave of pleasure crashing through me, making my body jerk, my thighs clamp aroundhis head, fingers digging through his hair, pulling, voice hoarse from crying out.
“Please…please…too much…”
“Not nearly enough.” He pulls back, his face glistening with combined juices and saliva. “But I need to be inside you. Need to knot you.”
He stands, stripping off his clothes with quick, jerky movements. His body is similar to Callum’s…huge, scarred, powerful. But his cock when he frees it makes my eyes go wide.
He’s even bigger!
“Think you can take me, omega?” He strokes himself slowly. From the swollen mushroom head to the thick base.
I lick my lips, not sure if I’m beyond turned on or terrified. “I don’t…I barely could manage Callum…”
“You will.” He climbs on the bed, positioning himself over me. “Your body was made for us. Made to take our cocks, our knots, our cum,” he growls into my neck.
From the chair, Callum lets out a low rumble, his hand fisted around his length. And the sight… Fuck…
But before I can fully enjoy the show, Arkan positions himself at my entrance, the thick head of his cock sliding through my drenched folds. Groaning at the contact.
I can’t possibly…
He slides inside me in one thrust, and we both cry out.
“Fuck,” he snarls. “So tight. So perfect. Taking your alpha so fucking well.”
He’s stretching me impossibly wide, filling me completely. I claw at his shoulders, trying to adjust, trying to breathe.
