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I line myself up with her entrance, the head pressing against her slick opening. "You ready for me, Sweetheart?"

"Yes," she breathes. "Fuck me, Tripp. Please."

I push in. She's so tight, so hot, her walls squeezing me like a boa constrictor. I groan, burying myself to the hilt. Her head falls forward, a shudder running through her.

"Fuck, yes," I hiss. "This pussy was made for me."

I start moving, slow at first, deep and deliberate, watching my cock disappear into her over and over. Her ass bounces against my hips and I slap it lightly, enjoying the way she gasps.

She's on her hands and knees, blonde hair swinging. Briggs moves in front of her, his cock thick and leaking, and she opens her mouth without hesitation.

"Good girl," Briggs murmurs, feeding his cock into her mouth. "Suck my cock, Princess."

She does, her lips stretching around him, her tongue swirling against the head. Briggs groans, his hands tangling in her hair, guiding her pace.

Beside me, Clint's watching. His eyes are on us, and I can hear the wet sound of his hand stroking his cock. He's jerking off, taking in the sight of me fucking our omega, while Briggs fucks her mouth.

A fierce surge of possessiveness rolls through me. Not because she's mine alone, but because she's ours. Every sound she makes, every smile, every piece of trust she gives us feels like something worth guarding with my last breath.

"That's it," Clint growls, his voice rough. "Look at her. Taking two cocks like a fucking pro."

I speed up, pounding into her, her cries muffled around Briggs' cock. The room fills with the sounds of sex, obscene and perfect. I feel the heat building, my knot swelling, but I'm not ready to knot her yet. I want this to last.

"Clint," I say, my voice strained. "You want to mark her?"

He moves around, his eyes dark with lust, his cock hard and dripping. He positions himself behind her, next to me and strokes himself, aiming at her ass. He's not going to fuck her, she said no anal but he wants to cover her, claim her in his own way.

I slow my pace, giving him room, and watch as he strokes himself to climax. His cum shoots across her ass, hot and thick, painting her skin. It slides down the crack of her ass, mixing with her slick as I continue to fuck her. The sight of it, my cock driving into her while Clint's cum coats her, makes me growl.

"Look at that," I murmur. "Covered in him. Fucking beautiful."

Briggs is close, I can see it. The way his hips start to stutter, the way his groans are more frequent. He pulls out, just in time, and his cum splashes across her tongue, her lips, her chin. She swallows what she can, but some of it drips down.

"Swallow it," Briggs commands, his voice ragged. "Every drop."

She does, her throat working, her eyes never leaving his, and now it's my turn. I feel my knot swelling, ready to lock us together. I grip her hips and drive deep, burying myself deep inside of her. The base of my cock thickens, the knot expanding, and she gasps as it catches on her rim.

"I'm gonna knot you," I growl. "Take it, omega."

She whimpers, pushing back against me, and with a final thrust, my knot pops past her entrance, locking us together. Her walls clamp down around me, milking me. I come with a roar, pumping her full of my cum. Her own orgasm rips through her, her legs trembling, her pussy clenching around my knot.

"Fuck, yes," I hiss, my forehead pressed to her shoulder. "That's it. Take it all."

We stay like that for a long moment, breathless and spent, my body pressed against hers. Briggs strokes her hair, murmuring praise while Clint's hand moves slowly over his own softening cock, watching with satisfaction. When my knot deflates enough, I pull out carefully, and she collapses onto the pillows, a content smile on her face.

"I need a shower," she murmurs.

Briggs is already on his feet, extending a hand. "I'll go with you. Make sure you don't fall."

He lifts her easily, carrying her to the bathroom, and I hear the water start, their voices low and soft.

Clint and I are left in the nest, the air thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction. He sits up, running a hand through his hair, and I know what he's thinking.

"We haven't used any protection," I say quietly. "Not once."

"I know." Clint's voice is grim. "We weren't prepared. We don't have condoms just lying around. This was supposed to be omega-sitting, not—" He gestures at the rumpled, slick-stained nest. "Not this."

"So what do we do?"