Page 90 of The Rust in Her Hair

And I shatter.

Pleasure tears through me, white and total, my whole body seizing between Nico's mouth and Owen's hands. My pussy flutters around the alpha’s finger as I cry out, and I don't care who hears it.

I come so hard my vision goes to sparks, while the two of them work me through every wave of pleasure.

Owen murmurs praise into my mouth, Nico gentling his tongue and stroking me slow from the inside as I come apart on his face.

I have never felt anything like this in my life.

And some far-off part of me already knows I'm never going to be able to give it up.

"Fuck, you taste like you're already mine." Nico presses one last kiss to the inside of my thigh, his voice a low rumble against my oversensitive skin. "You came so hard and so sweet. And I'm not even close to done with you."

The praise pours through me warm and syrupy, and I go boneless into the mattress while Owen gently kisses my lips.

I'm only dimly aware of him moving, the mattress shifting as his weight leaves the bed. I can't make myself care. Owen has my face in his hands and he's kissing me everywhere, my cheeks, my closed eyes, the corner of my mouth, soft and worshipful, and I float in it, wrung out and glowing and safe.

Then the bed dips again.

Nico’s weight settles between my thighs, big and warm, and I drag my eyes open.

The alpha is completely naked.

He's kneeling over me, and the sight of him steals whatever breath I had left.

All that broad tan muscle, a cross tattoo inked over his heart, and the sheer size of him bearing down over my body makes my heart kick up again. He moves so confidently, hooking one hand under one of my knees and pushing it up toward my chest. Opening me up.

Owen moves down my body, kissing my breasts, and I lift my head slightly to see the rest of Nico.

Oh, fuck.

His cock is enormous.

Thick and long and flushed dark, so much bigger than Owen that a spike of fear cuts clean through my afterglow. There's no possible way he’ll fit inside me.

He'll split me in half.

My whole body tenses, panic climbing up my throat.

But before it can take hold, Nico drags two fingers through my folds and circles my swollen clit, and the thought scatters like startled birds.

I gasp, my hips lifting to chase his hand on their own.

He plays with me, his fingers working my clit until I'm a squirming, soaked mess, the fear burned away by pure, molten want.

Only then does the alpha take his big cock in his hand, notching the fat crown against my entrance. He drags it down through my slickness, coating himself in me. Then he taps the tip against my clit, once, twice, the blunt, heavy weight of it making me whimper.

"Do you still want this, omega?" His dark eyes are locked on my face, watching for any flicker of no. "Say the word and I’ll stop right now." He leans in slightly, making sure I can’t look away. "But the second this fat cock is inside you, you’re mine." He growls the last word, making goosebumps flash up my side.

"Yes," I pant. "I want it," I breathe. "Please. I want you."

Something hungry moves through the alpha’s expression as he lets out a pleased growl. Then he notches the crown against my entrance. I feel myself stretch just around the very tip of him, and my breath goes thin.

"Then say it." His voice drops, rough and dark and absolute. "Look at me and tell me who you want inside you. I want to hear it come out of that prim mouth."

I hold his gaze, and I let the last of my mother's proper daughter fall away.

"You," I snarl. "I want your big cock inside me and your teeth in my throat."