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“You go from this frenetic energy to this suppleness,” he murmurs, squeezing more tightly. A low moan escapes me. “What is this? Are you a submissive?”
“A true omega,” Archer says, his voice coming in echoes.
“I didn’t… didn’t know,” I breathe, but then his mouth covers mine and he kisses me. It starts off lightly, but I press myself to him, my body saying, fucking finally we get something we want, and his mouth opens to mine.
I want him to push me again, pull me to him, invade my mouth, the arousal thrumming through me already too heady. I mean, sure, I’m an omega, that has been clear since I was little. No question about it, unlike many people around me. I’ve always known it.
But submissive? I’ve always fought against the current—my brother, my parents, my fate. So why do I like Roman’s hard grip on me so damn much?
He is aggressive, pushing me against the back counter as he kisses me, his hand squeezing the back of my neck, the other shoving under my T-shirt to grip my hip. I like how long his fingers are, how strong—and I wonder how it would feel to have the two alphas handling me, too, gripping me, moving me, pushing me down to my knees?—
Fuck. Breaking the kiss, I come up for air, and glancing past Roman, I find said alphas leaning against the bar, their gazes on us, dark and hungry.
“Um…” What the hell am I doing? I step to the side, away from Roman. “Look, I say, I?—”
“Let me distract you,” Roman says, “help you relax.”
“Roman, the guru,” Kyrian mutters, but he’s still watching us with darkened eyes.
Archer is leaning toward him, whispering something in his ear, making Kyrian nod and smirk.
“Wanna see how good I am at sucking dick? I love sucking dick, and yours looks so hard,” Roman says.
I gulp. “Roman…”
“Yes or no, Sawyer? Every time we see you, you’re aroused. I can smell it, you know. Question is, what do you wanna do about it? Wanna give this”—he waves a hand between us— “a try?”
“Try it with a blow job?”
“You have to start somewhere.” He closes the distance between us again, licks his lips, and now all I can think of is his lips wrapped around my cock. “Don’t you?”
“Yeah,” I breathe because my brain is short-circuiting and all it can think is, yes, yes, let’s do this, fuck yeah.
His smirk widens and he sinks fluidly to his knees. Before I know what’s going on, kind of stunned at this turn of events and his claim that he knew I was hard for them every time I’ve seen them, that he can smell me— oh holy shit, he’s undoing my fly, dragging down the zipper, and it’s such an erotic sound, I almost come on the spot.
Then he’s pulling out my hard cock—“going commando, huh, Sawyer? So full of surprises for such a sweet omega”—and sucks it into his mouth.
Oh my holy fuck, I’ve died and gone to heaven. He hadn’t been lying, he loves giving head. He’s sucking me like a goddamn vacuum, and all that pent-up sexual frustration, all the blue balls from being around them and around Brinlee is coming to a head.
Literally.
I grip the edge of the counter, my head spinning as the tension in my gut coils tighter and tighter, strangling my breaths. My thigh muscles are screaming, my balls ache, my cock is on fire…
And it’s over embarrassingly quickly, a strangled shout escaping me as I come down Roman’s throat, his mouth still clamped around my dick, his hands bruising my hips.
The two alphas are still watching.
“Talk about a peepshow,” I manage, panting, throwing Roman’s earlier words back at them. “Did you enjoy it?”
21
SAWYER
Kyrian produces a low growl that seems to wrap around my spent cock, even as Roman releases it and rises to his feet, shoving a hand through his short dark hair.
And Archer says, “It would have been much better if I’d had a hand fisted in your hair and fed my cock together with yours into Roman’s filthy mouth.”
Holy shit. The image… Shit.
