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He’d been so reluctant to find an omega. Well, he wasn’t reluctant now that we had one, not in the least. She’d been so close the other night simply sitting on Theo’s lap as he touched her, the sweet honey scent of her slick perfuming the room and its wetness coating her thighs, and now he’d be the first to taste her, too. I wasn’t jealous, I couldn’t be: Theo was as much mine as he was anyone’s, and his pleasure was mine to revel in, as well. And anyway… I would have her, soon enough. The waiting just made it sweeter.

I sat back for a moment to watch, stroking myself with one hand. She was still reclined against Michael’s chest and Theo had his head buried deep between her legs, making the omega arch and moan. I knew those skillful lips intimately, that tongue, and that her eyes had fallen closed and her mouth open was no surprise.

“Open your eyes, omega,” Michael said in a carrying whisper. “See Elias? See how hard he is? How big?”

My cock pulsed in my hands. I hadn’t expected that–he hadn’t even been looking in my direction.

“If you want to taste,” he continued, his eyes now locking onto mine. “Just ask for it, omega.”

“Oh–oh–” she said, and then she her body pulled taut, as if on a string, and “god, yes, Elias,” escaped on a breath of air from her lungs as she collapsed against Michael, shuddering as Theo’s hands continued to roam over her thighs and belly and his tongue continued tracing spirals along her oversensitive folds. Her breathing was quick and shallow still as she looked over at me, glancing from my face to my cock and back again. “Please,” she gasped, and I moved to kneel beside her, then moved one leg over to straddle her waist, looking down at her and Michael. They looked good together, both dark haired, her dark eyes and his green both glinting up at me through thick lashes.

Then her pink tongue peeked out from between pink lips and she was opening her lips for me, gazing up even as Michael dropped his eyes to her neck, her flushed, full breasts and rosebud nipples covered in the marks of my kisses. I wanted to mark her again.

I rested the tip of my cock on her tongue, letting her feel the weight of it, bracing myself for the heat of her mouth. I knew I was big–bigger than the other two–but seeing the size of my cock against the delicate features of her pretty face made it pulse again, and I stroked my shaft, as her tongue swirled around the tip. I knew she could taste the salty sweetness of my desire for her, and as she took me deeper, her lips still not touching the grip I had on my shaft, I wondered just how much the omega would be able to manage.

“Do it,” Theo whispered from behind me, reading my mind. He’d righted himself at last and was kneeling behind me, his hips tight to mine, his cock flush against my ass. I looked at Ava, the question in my eyes, and she drew my cock further into her mouth in response, tonguing along the underside of the shaft. I canted my hips forward, slowly, slowly, watching one inch of my shaft, then two, then three, disappear between her pouting lips, into the tight warmth of her mouth. Michael had one hand fondling her breasts, the other had wandered down over her stomach and between her legs. She’d be so wet there, just like she was here, all glistening lips and sweetness, and she’d be so tight around me–I jerked forward and bumped into the back of her mouth with half my shaft still visible.

“Help her, Theo,” Michael said, and I didn’t know what he meant until Theo’s dextrous hand wrapped around my cock, my knot, squeezing and sliding as Ava began to move, matching her rhythm so that his hand and her mouth were like one. I looked down at my cock, disappearing over and over again through his fist and onto her tongue, and then to Ava’s face.

Her dark eyes were shining and glassy, their pupils wide as she looked back at me, her perfect, round breasts heaving, and as her tongue flickered over my tip again and again to taste me…

Shemoaned.

My head dropped back against Theo’s shoulder. I could feel his other hand on his own shaft, moving in time with the one stroking my own, and very quickly it all became too much. “I’m not going to last like this,” I groaned, trying to hold back against the feeling even as my balls tightened, ready to release. He bent his head to kiss my shoulder, just where a mark would be, and I flinched, the uneasy feeling of submission heightening the pleasure in my belly and making my cock twitch and pulse.

“Neither is she,” Theo growled in my ear. “Look at her, Eli.”

I knew if I did, that would be the end but I couldn’t help myself: I took a breath and rolled my head from Theo’s shoulder.

Hot fire filled my veins at the sight ofher–theomega–Ava–and as twin orgasms crashed over the both of us, her jaw going slack even as I spurted hot come deep into her mouth, I knew that I would never, ever, want to live without this.

Without her.

CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE

Ava

Theo’s handwrapped around Elias’s cock, guiding him as he fucked into my mouth–

Michael’s fingers, slipping over and through my drenched folds, plunging into my heat, so thick, and yet so small compared to his cock, to Elias’s, to the feeling of a knot growing thick and tight inside of my channel, the stretch of it, the fullness–

And then…

The look of intensity, of power, in Elias’s eyes as they met mine, even as he bared his neck to Theo, the complete and utter control he had over his alpha instincts–

The way I could bring this man, this alpha, to a shuddering, gasping, desperate climax–

It all brought me hurtling over the edge, my orgasm spiraling out of control as Michael’s thumb moved confidently against my clit, his fingers pumping against that spot inside, as Elias spilled hot and salty-sweet over my tongue, filling my mouth and nose with cedar and musk and sex and alpha. It dripped down my chin to pool on my chest, where Michael swiped it up, rolling my nipple between a thumb and forefinger now slick with Elias’s scent, working it into my skin, tugging every last aftershock from my exhausted body.

I would be marked as theirs for days, would carry their scents in my skin, my hair, on my breath, and I reveled in it.

I floated down from the high peak of my orgasm slowly, loose-limbed and sleepy. Michael extricated himself from behind me, laying me back against the pillow as Theo ducked into the en-suite bathroom, returning with several warm, damp towels. He passed one to Elias, who worked gently and efficiently, wiping over my sensitive skin.

“Mmm,” I hummed, my eyes falling shut. “Thank you.”

He didn’t say anything, but a soft, comfortable feeling in the room let me know that Elias, at least, was feeling as sated as I was. A warmth wrapped around me from the back. He’d curled around me, drawing me close, my ass pressed tight against his softening shaft.He really wassobig,I thought, dazedly, feeling the smallest stirrings of arousal once again.

Then… A dark knot of worry. My cheeks flushed.