Page 118 of Trick Knot Treat

I’m still trying to get my brain to catch up, but Jace reaches out, grabs my g-string, yanks it off me in a display that has me whimpering.

“Ooh, you liked that, didn’t you, Omega?”

“We all liked that,” Felix pants.

Before I can think, Clint has my hips and yanks me down until I’m sitting on his face. And he devours me. I arch up, screaming.

“Sit down!” Clint growls.

I pant, struggling to get my balance, trying to think. I might actually come on his face right this second.

“Sit!” he barks.

I sit.

My thighs tighten, and I scream as I come. He doesn’t stop licking. Hell, he doesn’t break away for air. He doesn’t seem to be drowning.

Jace walks around me as I roll my hips in counterpoint to Clint’s fierce feasting.

He grabs my bra and opens it, peels it from me, and tosses it across the room.

I look up and find Felix, who is impaled on Zaire, watching me with lust-filled eyes. Zaire watches as well.

“Hold her breasts,” Felix hisses.

Jace moves behind me and holds them up as if in offering. He squeezes one, then the other, before bringing his thumb and forefinger to my nipples and pulling them out. It is painfully pleasurable, but it’s the being on display to Zaire and Felix that is pushing me over the edge.

“Those are the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen,” Zaire mutters. “You are perfect, Omega.”

I preen.

Jace grabs my face, turning it so my cheek is pressed against his groin. “Still think you can’t take us?”

I hesitate.

“Want to try?”

I inhale shakily. “Yes. I want to try.”

His fingers slide over my head. “Good girl. Clint?”

“Give me a moment,” Clint says from between my legs.

He doubles down, moving his mouth faster, his chin, teeth, tongue, it’s like he’s trying to crawl inside me. Clint doesn’t eat me out with finesse. He devours, and there is only one response.

A screaming orgasm.

I’m hunched over on my hands and knees, panting, my pussy throbbing, and then cold lube is pressed to my ass, and fingers invade me. Slowly sinking in to the knuckle and then pulling out. As soon as I relax, another is added.

I become aware of someone telling me how good I am, and when I look up, it’s Clint, purring at me and lightly twisting and teasing my nipples.

At some invisible signal, Clint lays down on his back, and I’m pulled up onto him.

“Hello, Omega.”

I glance at Felix, who is watching as he rides our alpha.

“Hi,” I whisper to him.