Once Brooklyn moves into position, Camden gets behind her, his hard dick sliding against her slick pussy lips. I move my head underneath them, alternating between lapping at Brooklyn’s clit and the base of Camden’s cock.
“Oh God, please, please,” Brooklyn begs, too far gone to even know what she needs right now. She moans nonsensically. Lucky for her, Camden knows exactly what she needs.
“This is gonna feel intense,” he says, lining up the head of his cock at her opening. “But hang on. I know you can take it.”
He impales himself on her with one, fast stroke. The noise Brooklyn makes is pure animal, feral and wild. Even with Camden’s girth plugging her up, drops of her slick still manage to squeeze out. I happily lick them up before returning to her clit.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Camden says. His voice is even, but I can see his thighs are trembling with the effort of holding himself back. “You’re going to come twice on my cock. First time, Memphis is going to use his tongue to get you there. Second time, I want you coming on my knot. Do you understand?”
Brooklyn moans loudly.
“Don’t think I made out that answer,” Denver says roughly. He’s watching Brooklyn’s face, stroking himself. “Try again, Brooklyn.”
“Do you understand?” Camden repeats.
“Yes,” she cries. “Yes, please.”
Camden pulls out to the very tip, then plunges harshly back inside her. He keeps a slow rhythm, withdrawing and slamming in, slowly winding her up to a frenzy. Through all of it, I don’t stop laving her clit, making her even more soaked than she already is. I can feel how swollen her clit is on my tongue, and it only makes me hotter.
I feel her trembling right on the edge, and suck her clit into my mouth.
The world freezes for a moment.
Then, I can feel Cam’s amazement at how tight her cunt is gripping him. The orgasm rips through her so hard, it feels like it might never stop. Her thigh muscles convulse around my face, and I pull back. If I keep licking and smelling her honey slick, I’m going to come. And I don’t want to miss my chance to knot inside her this morning.
Brooklyn gasps when it’s all over, filling her lungs with air after the onslaught of sensation. She doesn’t get much of a break. Now that she’s come once, Camden’s determined. He slams into her hard and fast, completely unleashed. She squeals each time he hits the back of her pussy.
I can’t help but grip my own cock harder. It’s so hot seeing Camden like this, savage and dominating the way he only gets during sex. It’s like there’s a secret side to him that only we get to know.
Wet, lewd smacking sounds fill the shelter while he pounds into her. Mixed with Brooklyn’s quick shallow breaths, it’s an erotic symphony that drives us all to the edge. His knot swells at the base, and I can see how her poor little pussy tries to stretch to take him.
“Come on,” Camden growls, his fingers pressing bruisingly hard into her hips. “Take it. I know you can, baby. Take my knot.”
Brooklyn’s arms give out from under her as she finally expands enough to take him. I rush forward, holding her up myself while her orgasm annihilates her. It’s almost too much, between holding her exhausted body in my arms and feeling Camden’s orgasm through the bond as he fills her up with his cum. When both their orgasms finally abate, the three of us sink into a pile on her nest.
We all lie in a haze afterward. I hear someone moving, and it takes a moment to realize what’s happening. I only get it when Denver shoves a water bottle at my face.
“Take it,” he says, amusement coloring his hazel eyes. “We all need to rehydrate.”
We take our time, drinking water mixed with electrolyte powder. Camden pops berries in Brooklyn’s mouth while they wait for his cock to soften. It’s cozy, all of us together in the nest. Denver and I can’t stop ourselves from stroking Brooklyn’s hair or interlacing our fingers with hers, even while she’s still connected to Camden.
My cock has started to soften, and I make no move to change that. I assume that Brooklyn’s totally worn out by now. She’s definitely taken a pounding from the guys, and I try to tamp down my impatience. My time will come—I don’t want to pressure her while she’s dealing with her heat.
Eventually, Camden softens, his seed mixed with Brooklyn’s slick spilling onto her thighs. I grab the wet washcloth, gently cleaning the mess. Just when I’ve finished, Brooklyn’s small hand grabs my wrist.
“You’re not done,” she murmurs. Her eyes are half-lidded and sultry.
“You look pretty clean to me,” I tease.
“That’s the problem.” Brooklyn rises to her elbows, leaning toward me. “I’ve been waiting for you, Memphis. I want you to get me all dirty.”
Fuck, she’s gorgeous propositioning me like this. I almost can’t believe this perfect little Omega is asking for me, and hell if I’m going to say no to it.
I crawl over top of her, my mouth hovering over hers.
“Then I should give you what you want, shouldn’t I?” I say, bracing my weight on my arms as I lean down to kiss her.
Her tongue traces my lips, and I realize she’s tasting the traces of herself from while I was eating her out.