Page 37 of Trick or Heat

“Fuck, I love your tight little ass,” he rasps. “I can’t wait to knot you one day. Would you let me, Omega? Hm?”

I let out a dark chuckle. “Only if you earn it, Alpha.”

His smirk is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. “I will. I live to earn even the smallest scraps from my omegas.”

My stomach dips with heat as he pulls me down, lying on the backseat. “Now, will you do me the honor of fucking my mouth, Omega? I want to taste your sweet cum.”

I grunt, letting him wrap his lips around me, his tongue swirling just as good as he did when we were kissing. He sucks on the head of my cock, and I bellow out in reaction.

God, I’m not going to last.

Raivat is behind me then, kissing my neck. He travels downward, his hands gripping my back before suddenly they’re on my thighs, maneuvering my boxers to expose more of my ass. He curses under his breath, but I’m so distracted by DJ’s mouth that I can’t hear what he says. I think it may have been in another language.

Raivat grips me, spreading me open. I have half a mind to ask what he’s doing before he does it, his tongue gliding over me with wide licks. A keening noise escapes me, my back arching as the combination of what they’re both doing to me takes over my body.

This. This is what I needed.

“Fuck.” I find a way to move my hips so I’m both fucking DJ’s throat and pushing back onto Raivat’s tongue. I glide them, rolling in a wave that has my belly curling with pleasure. They’re both so good, being intentional with every single movement of their mouths, and I am the lucky omega that gets to experience it.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I warn them. DJ hums around me and that’s it. I explode down his throat, my cock spurting with each continued touch over every sensitive part of me. My sight blacks out as all I can feel is energy shooting through my cock, the pressure uncoiling in a flash of bright colors. When the feeling subsides, all I feel is satisfied, especially when I pull out of DJ’s mouth and watch him swallow my cum with a happy smile.

My eyes glance down to his pants, squinting in the dark to see. “Do you want me to—” He shakes his head.

“No, I came in my jeans,” he confesses, panting.

I cover my mouth with my hand. Fuck.

“I think we should head out anyway. I’m glad we got a dark spot here in the back,” Raivat mutters, his gaze darting around for any onlookers. “I think we’re in the clear.”

I bite my lip. “I don’t know, I think it was kind of hot.”

DJ laughs. “I knew you were kinky, blondie. Where else do you want to have sex? I can make it happen for you.”

I shrug, a grin pulling at my lips. Exhibitionism has never been my thing before, but with my scent matches, I think it’s something I’ll start to crave.

“What are you doing, Raivat? The aliens are going to fucking attack us!” DJ thunders.

“I didn’t know that button was going to make my character whistle!”

He huffs out with frustration. “You need to get it together!”

I choke down the laugh that wants to fly free, my lips twitching at the seams. We’ve been back for about thirty minutes now, the game finally gearing up, and DJ has turned into an absolute monster. I guess I know now who the most competitive of the pack is.

Right on time, the door opens and Brodie’s scent strolls into the guys’ little cozy living room. The mix of sweet honey and bitter bourbon causes my mouth to part as he walks into the room, hulking muscles on display.

I wipe the sweat from my forehead. Wow, my omega is really horny today.

“Ah, my lovely pack,” he says, ever the jolly prime. “How was your date?”

The other two turn to me, brows quirked. My cheeks flame. “It was… adequate,” I downplay before correcting myself. “It was amazing. Of course.”

“Aw, our omega is shy,” Brodie coos. He bends down to kiss my cheek but lingers when he gets a whiff of my scent. He groans deep in his chest and then whispers so only I can hear. “It seems it went better than adequate if your scent is anything to go off, Omega.”

“Shut up,” I mutter, but my lips twitch all the same.

DJ grunts again, his fingers squeezing the controller. “You two are not helping me at all.”

“Do you want to play, man?” Raivat asks Brodie, extending his controller toward him.