Lark laughs. “Last one there has to watch.”
She takes off at a sprint, her long legs eating up the distance on the sidewalk. My alpha urge to chase surges.
Mine.
Saint's, too. He's already moving.
Graham calls out from somewhere behind us. “I love to watch!”
Lark
Irun and lift several times a week, but my strength and speed are nothing compared to my alphas’. Saint passed Silas and is edging closer. He’s playing with me. Teasing. Boots hitting the pavement. It’s inevitable.
My omega loves it, every second of knowing I won’t make it but not knowing when.
Just before I turn up the drive to our house, his hand closes around my arm. Caught.
“You’re mine now,” Saint growls. Then, I’m over his shoulder, firefighter style. Blood rushing to my head. I wiggle against him. His arm tightens around my thighs.
“Put me down,” I say. But I don’t mean it, not even a little.
He knows I don’t because he slaps my ass. “Hush, omega.”
Hot slick floods between my thighs.
“Little bird,” Silas growls, “you’re killing me.” He pushes open the door and allows Saint through.
Saint goes straight to the front stairs. No hesitation. Just starts to climb.
“Nest?” Graham asks, shutting the door behind us.
I lift my head so I can see him. “Nest. All of you.”
A cloud of honeyed whiskey, hazelnut chocolate, and ginger and molasses swirl in the air. It only increases my need. And underneath it all, my salty caramel. All four of us.
My omega goes absolutely feral.
So do I.
“Hurry,” I demand. I need them—now.In my nest, inside my body. Saint picks up the pace and soon he’s tossing me onto the mattress.
I scramble to my knees, pulling my loose sweatshirt and tee over my head and tossing it to the floor. I fall backwards and hold my feet up so that Graham can pull off my shoes and leggings.
“Damn, you smell amazing,” Saint hisses, leaning forward and running his nose up my legs to the apex of my thighs. “I want to taste you.”
“Yes,” I gasp as he roughly spreads my legs and dives between my thighs. There’s no exploration. No nips of my thighs or teasing hesitation. Saint pushes my panties to the side and immediately sucks my clit between his lips. My hips bow off the bed.
“Holy shit!”
Saint chuckles and then goes right back to blowing my mind. He doesn’t tease. He devours. His tongue lashes my clit with perfect, relentless pressure. The wet, obscene sounds of him sucking and slurping fill the room. My thighs shake violently around his head.
Silas and Graham busy themselves removing their clothes and then lie down on either side of me. Graham tugs my bra low and sucks in one nipple, running his tongue in circles around my swollen peak.
“Tell me what you want, beautiful.”
I weave my fingers in his hair and tug until he’s looking me in the eye. “Your cock. I want to taste you.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He climbs to his knees and angles his hips until his tip is against my lips. My mouth stretches around him, instinct taking over. I want him. Want to taste him. I lift my head, taking in as much of his length as I can.
