Page 137 of Bitter Truths

“Anything, Bianca,” he hums, hips rolling in long, aching strokes. “I’ll give you anything you want.”

He kisses me, his tongue pushing into my mouth, as I writhe beneath him, feeling wrecked and messy.

This is everything I’ve ever wanted.

Freddie grinds into my clit, sending me over the edge, and he follows, holding me tight as he spills into me.

Then Tristan is in front of me again, cock hard, eyes ravenous.

“Taste us,” he growls, pressing the tip to my lips.

I open for him eagerly. “Mmm,” I moan around him, the vibration making his eyes roll back.

He has a crazed look in his eyes.

I’m spread out in front of them… thighs open and sticky. My hair fans around me like a halo.

“Fuck,” Tristan hisses, climbing over me, his hand sliding under my knee to hook my leg up. “Look at what a mess you are.”

He looms above, eyes blown wide at the sight.

“Fucked out and so fucking pretty.” His voice dips, rough and sweet all at once.

He runs his fingers between my thighs, playing with their combined releases, pushing what he can back inside.

“Now that I’ve been in you…”

He lines his cock up again, the thick head teasing my entrance but not pressing in.

“…you’re going to have to evict me.”

My breath hitches, and I make eye contact with Weller, who is still waiting patiently for his turn. He seems unbothered and gives me a slight, reassuring nod as if to say he’ll allow it if I do.

“Because I’m going to fuck you every chance I get,” Tristan growls, spreading my legs wider. “Every time you look at me, I want your pussy to leak just from the anticipation of what’s coming.”

He drags his cock through the mess, teasing me, nudging but not entering.

“She’s already clenching,” he adds with a savage grin. “Like she misses me. Like she was waiting for her Alpha to return.”

“Fuck,” Owen grits out behind him, pacing like a caged animal. “I want back in.”

“Our greedy girl has us all obsessed,” Tristan chuckles, still not giving me what I need.

He watches my face, lips parted as he draws figure-eights over my entrance with the head of his cock.

“You want it again, Omega?” he murmurs, nudging right up against my fluttering entrance without entering. “Convince me.”

“Please… I need you inside.” My body arches and I claw at his back, nails sliding across sweaty skin.

I can see the others watching, various degrees of frustration obvious on their faces, their bodies tense.

Tristan notices. Of course he does. And he smirks.

“They’re jealous as fuck,” he whispers against my cheek. “They want to take my place. Want to fuck you open again. Want to fill this soaked little cunt until it’s gushing even more than it already is.”

He thrusts just the tip inside… and my entire body jerks.

“Tristan!” I cry, thighs trembling, voice high and helpless.