Page 116 of Bitter Truths

Their scents flood my senses, obliterating any resistance.

“Look at me while I taste what’s mine,” Owen growls, yanking my attention back to him. When our eyes lock, his lips curl into a savage smile. “I want to watch your face while I ruin you.”

The first brutal stroke of his tongue tears a scream from my throat. He devours me like a man starved, licking, sucking, his stubble scraping the tender flesh of my inner thighs.

“That’s it,” Tristan purrs, his voice dark with satisfaction. “Let us hear those pretty sounds.”

I try to form words, but Owen slides two thick fingers inside me without warning, curling them against that spot that makes my vision blur, and coherent thought dissolves into animalistic moans.

This is madness, some distant part of my brain screams. This crosses every line. This unleashes a truth we can never ignore again.

“Those are the sounds of a girl who should’ve come home sooner.” Tristan’s voice is mocking, but it makes me squirm even more.

Owen fucks me with his tongue, relentless and filthy, then his fingers curl deep inside me, coaxing sounds from my throat I’ve never heard before. The muscles in my thighs twitch. I’m clinging to Tristan, nails digging into his forearms.

Tristan groans against my neck, sucking hard until pain sparks and melts into heat. His teeth drag along my throat. When I gasp, he grips my chin and turns my face to the side, his mouth crashing into mine, tongue pushing past my lips like he wants to swallow every sound I make.

I can’t fucking think.

“Fucking mine,” Owen snarls against my clit, the vibration ripping through me, triggering a brutal surge of pleasure that crashes down like a wave. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” I gasp through the orgasm, wrecked and shameless. “All of you.”

Tristan shoves down the straps of my dress, exposing my breasts to the cool air.

My nipples harden instantly, and they lock onto the movement like predators scenting blood. Their gaze lands on my skin like a touch… hot, heavy, impossible to ignore.

“Fuck… You are so perfect,” Freddie murmurs, the words caught between worship and need.

He crosses the distance between us and without hesitation, he captures one nipple between his lips. The sensation of his hot mouth pulls a whimper from my throat. His tongue swirls around the sensitive peak while his teeth graze the tender flesh, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to my core.

“Such a good girl for us, Bianca,” Weller watches from his chair, fingers steepled. His voice stays calm, which is at odds with the hungry darkness in his eyes. “She’s close again. Look at how her thighs are shaking.”

His commentary sends another surge of heat through me. The way he analyzes every reaction. It shouldn’t turn me on.

But it really fucking does.

“Such a needy little omega,” Tristan says against my ear, his voice dropping an octave. “Show us how you come apart.”

“Please—” I gasp. My fingers tangle in Owen’s hair, not sure if I’m pulling him closer or pushing him away as the pleasure builds to an unbearable level.

The room spins as another orgasm hits. Owen’s mouth works mercilessly, my body caught between their heat, surrendering to sensations I’ve denied myself for too long.

The bulge straining against his pants is unmistakable, his control visibly fraying at the edges.

“Fuck. You taste like you missed us,” Owen growls against me, the words vibrating through sensitive flesh. “Sweet and desperate. Just the way I want you.”

“I—” My voice breaks as Owen slides a third finger inside me, stretching me, filling me. “Fuck.”

I’m so sensitive… it’s too much.

The alphas act like they’d never be able to get enough. Freddie’s teeth nip at my breast, leaving marks that will bruise by morning, his other hand roughly pinching my neglected nipple.

Tristan’s lips brush against my ear, his voice dropping to a sinful whisper. “Finally spreading your legs like a good fucking girl for us. Do you know how many nights I dreamed of this? You wet and whimpering, begging for it? Every. Night.” His teeth close on my earlobe, biting down hard enough to make me gasp. “Not tonight… but be prepared… we’re going to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name, just ours.”

A whine slips out. My hips buck involuntarily against Owen’s mouth, seeking more.

“Look how fucking eager she is,” Tristan continues, his voice dark with satisfaction. “Our little omega’s about to come all over your face again while we watch.”