Page 87 of Candy & Her Saints


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I’ve missed it.

When I lick my lips, I look up through my lashes at Lincoln.

Lincoln’s pupils dilate. He traces his thumb over my lower lip, before gently tugging open my mouth.

I widen my mouth willingly, licking his thumb.

Lincoln shivers. “Are you that eager for my cock to stretch your sweet lips, fated? Will choking on my dick help you to come?”

I nod, shaking with desire.

I want to feel his new piercing and how sensitive it has made him.

He takes one more moment of stroking his wet thumb over my open mouth, before drawing it away.

“You don’t come, before our Omega does.” Thomas’ voice orders from behind me.

Lincoln grips hard onto the base of his hard cock, as his thighs tremble. He’s holding himself back from thrusting into my mouth.

It’s agony for both of us.

Then Thomas lightly slaps my ass, and my face reddens at the same time as a pleasurable warmth radiates out between my thighs. “Spread your legs.”

Moaning, I do.

Thomas leans over my back. His tie trails like a snake across my sweating skin.

“Look at all these pretty wet spots you’ve made for me.” Thomas’ commanding voice is cool and in control. It makes me squirm in just the right way. “You’ve covered me and this bed in slick like a good Omega. Your cunt is drenched and ready for your Alpha. I’m going to breed, bite, and bond you.”

Thomas straightens as he kneels behind me, gripping my hips.

There’s a rustle of fabric behind me, before something nudges at my pussy.

My eyes widen.

Hell, that’s a huge cock.

Lincoln whistles. “Now I know why you strut and preen so much, peacock. You do have impressive tail feathers to show off.”

Thomas laughs, reaching across to entwine his fingers with Lincoln’s. Their hands rest on my back.

I purr, made happier by their connection in this moment than anything else could have made me.

My Beta has an Alpha who wants him too.

Finally, Lincoln and I have found our pack.

At last, I truly sink into my heat.

Lincoln and Thomas keep their joined hands resting on my back.

“Do you want my knot?” Thomas traces his cock teasingly up and down my pussy.

“Y-y-yes,” I pant. “Fuck, y-yeah.”

“Beg me.”

“P-p-please.” I can barely speak, but it seems enough for Thomas, who squeezes Lincoln’s hand.

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