Page 92 of The Rust in Her Hair

"Owen." Nico looks up at Owen, his hips never stopping. "Give our omega that cock." His mouth curves into a wicked grin. "Teach her how to suck it."

Confused, I blink, my hazy brain slow to catch up to what he means.

Then Owen rises up onto his knees beside my head, and he brings the flushed crown of his cock to my lips. "Open. Just like that. Good girl."

Not sure what he’s about to do, I part my lips.

Owen feeds the head of himself into my mouth, slow, watching my face the whole time.

"There. That's all for now." His voice has gone low and careful, the same patient tone he uses when he's talking to a student at the library. "Wrap your lips around it."

I do as I’m told while Nico slowly thrusts. The weight of Owen’s member is heavy on my tongue, smooth and hot, the taste of his skin filling my mouth. I have no idea what I'm meant to do with it, so I hold still, uncertain, my eyes flicking up to his.

He strokes my cheek with his knuckles.

"Use your tongue, sweetheart. Right under the head, that soft spot there." I do, sweeping the flat of my tongue across the underside of him, and he jerks, a groan tearing out of his throat. "Fuck. Yes. So perfect.”

Something bright and powerful blooms in my chest. I did that to him.

Useless, sheltered Lyra, who wasn't allowed to so much as watch a movie with a kiss in it, just pulled that sound out of a very sexy man.

I want to do it again.

I flick my tongue against that spot, and Owen shudders, his hand sliding into my hair, not pushing, just holding.

"Now suck," he breathes. "Gentle. Hollow your cheeks and suck, like you're—God, yes, exactly like that."

I follow every instruction as he gives it, clumsy and eager, as Owen coaches me through all of it in that soft, unraveling voice.

"A little more. Watch your teeth, sweetheart, only your lips. Take a breath through your nose."

Every time I get it right, he rewards me with another broken sound, and every sound feeds the ache that Nico is stoking with each deep drive of his hips.

"Open wide for me now." Owen's voice has frayed at the edges. It sounds like his control is slipping. "I'm going to move. Gentle, I promise. Just let me in and breathe."

I open my mouth wide the way he showed me, my jaw going slack. He rises up, lifting his body over my face, then he sinks his cock a little deeper, starting to rock his hips.

He's careful about it, shallow and slow, feeding himself in and drawing back in an easy rhythm that I catch onto fast. I breathe through my nose, letting him use my mouth while Nico uses the rest of me.

The low sounds the beta makes with every stroke tell me I'm getting it right.

"Look at her," Nico growls from between my thighs, his hips never slowing. "Learning to take cock like she was born for it. Our filthy little omega, stuffed full at both ends and loving every second." He drives in hard, wringing a muffled cry out of me. "That's it. Take us both."

I moan as my world narrows down to how impossibly full I am, split between the two of them with nowhere left to go.

Above me, Owen's rhythm turns ragged.

"Lyra—sweetheart, I'm—" His fingers tighten in my hair. "Coming. I'm coming."

His cock swells against my tongue, and then liquid spurts from the tip.

The first thick pulse hits the back of my throat hot and sudden. Another spurt follows, and another, each one a warm spurt jetting across my tongue.

It tastes strange and heady, salt and something muskier underneath. It coats my tongue and the roof of my mouth, warm and thick. I hold it there, working him through the last few pulses while he shakes apart above me.

Owen lets out one last moan, then he falls backward, his cock slipping from my mouth. He sinks onto his heels, wrecked and gasping.

"Open." Nico commands me. "Show me what he gave you."