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I listen intently as he walks me through it.
But my attention is stuck on the way Hunter’s hand is sitting on the upper curve of my ass. I just want him to start stroking. Slowly or quickly. He can smack me. Anything, I just need.
“Bethany, are you listening?” Saint whispers in my ear.
I startle and meet his eyes, only to look away, unable to hold his gaze.
“What were you thinking right now? Your cheeks have gone all red?” Saint teases, and then his expression sharpens, and he leans in and sniffs. “Oh, I see.”
I wiggle in Hunter’s hold, but he refuses to let me go. He drags me even closer and leans in. I hold my breath as his lips touch my neck.
“Hunter, please.”
“We were going to wait.”
“I can’t wait. Not on this. Please.”
He moans, and in one quick move, pulls my top up and over my head. Hunter leans forward and sucks my nipple into his mouth. I lean back, giving more room, while I arch and writhe against him.
“Hey, guys, whoa!” Crow says as he walks into the room. He moves closer to Saint and watches with a hungry stare.
“We’re just going to get her off, and that’s it!” Hunter growls in warning.
“Sure, Hunter, we can play nicely,” Crow purrs and bites his bottom lip.
Crow is beside me in an instant, peeling my panties down and helping me out of them.
“I love your legs, Bethany,” Crow whispers. “But I like them best when they are around my head.”
Crow drops between my legs. I’m suddenly lifted and dropped into a sit, straddling Hunter’s thighs. He shoots me a wicked grin and stretches his legs apart, forcing me open. Crow doesn’t waste a moment. He dives in like he’s trying to burrow into my cunt.
I cry out, surprised and so relieved to have the tension eased.
Saint sits next to Hunter on the table and absently reaches out and tugs at my nipple. “You’re so pretty when you feel good, Omega.”
“Say that again. She literally gushes when you call her omega,” Crow says from between my legs.
“Do you now? Do you like being told you're a good omega?”
I whimper, but Crow snarls and redoubles his efforts.
“She loves it,” he confirms.
I wiggle, but Hunter has me in an iron grip, and he kisses his way up my chest and sucks lightly on my neck.
“All I want to do is mark you. Make sure everyone knows you’re mine. That no one can touch you.”
I can’t move more than an inch. They are holding me too tightly.
I’m a prisoner to their ministrations, and I love it. Saint moves behind me and presses against me, cupping my breasts. He pulls my head back and slants his mouth over mine, demanding entrance that I immediately grant. His kiss is overwhelming. He doesn’t hold back; he seizes control, his tongue stroking mine before he pulls back, kissing lightly and returning, going deep again.
“Shall we command you?” Hunter asks.
I whimper.
“You’re so beautiful, Bethany. So very lovely.”
I’m almost beyond the ability to form a coherent thought. And then Crow pushes three fingers into me.
