Page 117 of Trick Knot Treat

“Yes, Clint.”

“There is a wet dream of an omega crawling across my floor towards me, and I think I might have died and am imagining things in my coma state.”

“Are you going to get undressed, Alpha? Felix wants a show. Someone needs to eat me out, while the other feeds me.”

“Oh…I’m dead. It’s not a coma, this is heaven.”

Jace peels off his clothes in a sexy, beautiful dance. Clint rips his off in a frenzy. Both alphas are hard and kind of huge. Much bigger when they are supposed to go in my holes. I hesitate, studying them, doing the math.

“Nope.” I stand up and walk away.

“What’s wrong?” Felix asks, clearly amused.

I wave an arm at the alphas. “You’re too big.”

Clint wraps an arm around my waist and lifts me up, pulling me against his chest. “How about you trust the process? We’ll fit. In fact, we’ll fit together.”

My eyes widen. “Ex-fucking-cuse me?”

“Two holes, two cocks. Or one hole, two cocks. But you could have two knots.”

It is tempting.

“Cut them in half, and you’re on.”

Clint laughs and spins me around, right into Jace. He doesn’t hesitate. He kisses me like he’s desperate and presses in, the scalding heat of his skin burns into me, flattening my breasts, his huge hands roaming up the outside of my naked thighs.

Jace’s touch is an assault, it’s possessive, all-consuming. When Jace touches you, everything and everyone else disappears.

I moan and rip my mouth free, sucking in lungfuls of air, but he just trails his lips down to my neck and sucks on the spot where my scent is most concentrated.

“You are delicious. Divine. I need more. Clint, lay her down and either eat our beautiful omega out or get out of my way.”

Clint mutters something, but then I’m dropping to a shag blanket that has suddenly appeared on the floor. Clint lays between my legs and puts his face to the material and laps. I’m already soaked with slick, but he sucks and nuzzles until I’m writhing, unable to get the relief I need.

“More!” I demand.

Jace kisses me hard. “You don’t get to demand here.”

I blink up at him, surprised by this bossy side of my alpha. “Who are you, and where is my Jace?”

He grips my hair and brings his cock to my lips, tracing the head over my lips. I stare at him, my fingers curling in the blanket, while I rock against Clint and his tormenting mouth.

“Please!” I sob.

As soon as I open my mouth, his cock presses in, and the salty taste hits me. I suck and roll my tongue around his crown, licking and carefully sucking.

“You look just as good as Felix did.”

Jace pauses. “Oh, I just remembered something.”

“You did?”

“Mmm. You said you wanted to ride.”

Clint pulls his mouth away. “Oh, she did, too.”

The alpha grabs a thigh and rolls me, slapping my ass. “Get on my face and ride, girl.”