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I glance over at Landon, who meets my gaze with lust filled eyes. From this angle, I’m also able to see River, who is watching us from the kitchen with his lips slightly parted.
His cock is thick and tenting against his pants.
“My pretty little Omega,” Vincent continues, kissing along my neck as he rocks his clothed erection against me. “With such a pretty cunt.”
“Vincent, please?—”
I cry out as his hand tangles in my hair, the other still pressed against the wall. “You know what to call me,” he snarls, a growl vibrating in his chest. “Say it.”
“Alpha,” I choke out. He rewards me by slipping his hand from my hair into my pants, brushing his fingers against my slick.
“Fuck yes,” he chuckles. “So fucking wet. I’m sure you could take our knots right now.”
Our knots.
“Please,” I beg, thrusting against his hand. He slides his fingers around my core, barely brushing against my clit. Teasing me.
“You’re so wet, baby,” River calls out. “You’re soaked, and you haven’t even been fucked yet.”
“I wonder how many cocks she can take at once,” Landon adds thoughtfully, while Vincent chuckles and brings his mouth to my mating gland.
I shake in Vincent’s arms as a weak orgasm floods through my body. It barely even takes the edge off, and I’m panting and begging for more in mere seconds.
“You want it like last time?” Vincent asks after he lets go of my abused gland. “Where you let us take control?”
I nod, blinking away tears. “Yes, yes, please, like that.”
I trust them.
So, with a wicked smile, Vincent steps away and looks to Landon and River. “Which one of you wants to taste her first?” he asks.
“Me.” Landon’s rough voice replies, and I whimper as Vincent scoops me up and carries me to the couch, which is covered in nesting blankets.
They even prepared the couch as a safe space for me.
“Shit, I wanted to be first,” River grumbles, and if I wasn’t so aroused, I would laugh at his remark.
They’re arguing over who gets to eat me out.
“Should have said it faster,” Landon answers cheekily, kneeling on the opposite end of the couch. I smile up at him, delirious and overheated. River and Vincent stand to the side of the couch, facing me.
Vincent leans down to kiss me, then whispers against my lips, “you have an important choice to make, Omega.”
I furrow my brow. I’m not in any position to make decisions, except the ones that will lead me to an orgasm fastest.
“Used or worshipped?” Vincent asks softly.
It takes me a moment to realize what he’s asking.
“Before we go further,” he continues, “do you want to be used, or worshipped?”
“Used,” I whisper. “Worshipped later.”
Vincent grins, and I’m done for.
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LANDON
