Page 147 of The Omega Princess

“Hey, princess,” he breathed. “You don’t have to—” But he cut off when I sank down on him. He shut his eyes, surrendering to me.

“What you have to understand,” said Sinclair, his voice like silk, “is that it’s symbiotic. It’s just what she needs to surrender to us, and it’s just what we need to take control of her. It’s all right to enjoy her, Maguire. She wants to be enjoyed.”

“Fuck that,” muttered Maguire, hand tangled in my hair, cock starting to thrust against my throat. “You weren’t enjoying her this morning, Sinclair. You were destroying her.”

Sinclair didn’t say anything.

I fought against Maguire’s hand, coming up to tongue the head of him. “I’m not destroyed,” I gasped, looking up at him.

His gaze found mine. His breath was shaky.

And then he pushed me over to Devlin.

“Here you go, sweetling,” said Devlin. “This is for you.” He rubbed the head of his cock over my lower lip, smearing the taste of him all over me.

I moaned as I sucked him down.

Maguire’s fingers touched my face. “You do like it, don’t you, princess?”

“She loves it,” said Sinclair in a low voice. “Sparrow, lie back, show us your pretty body.”

I obeyed, lying down in the circle of my alphas, enjoying the view of all of them over me. They were all stroking themselves. Apparently, they’d been enjoying watching me go around the circle and suck each of their cocks.

“We’re going to cover you in come, sweetling,” said Devlin. “All of us.”

“We’re circle-jerking on the omega?” Maguire sounded like he was horrified but wanted to be given permission to do it, anyway.

So I said, “Please.”

Maguire’s expression changed, going hungry, and the way he began rubbing himself became more intent. He used his other hand to squeeze his knot, and he looked down at me with gritted teeth, concentrating, giving in.

I peered around at all of them, looking up at all four huge, knotted cocks over me, disappearing in and out of their thick, male fingers. And above them, their flat, rippling stomachs, their muscular chests, their broad shoulders. All of them around me, kneeling over me, ready to worship me with their cocks, with their come.

I wriggled a finger in between my legs and started playing with myself as I waited for the first ropes of white to begin decorating my skin.

And I didn’t have to wait long.

Sinclair came first, maybe because I sucked him for the longest or maybe because he was Sinclair and didn’t have anything to prove. They were all within seconds of each other, after that, though, as if they were just holding off, waiting for permission to let go.

I shut my eyes and wriggled into the sensation of it. It smelled fantastic. One thing I could say about all of my alphas was that their scents mingled into something wondrously delectable.

They picked me up and rubbed it into my skin. They kissed me, and they kissed each other, and the air was full of male groans and sighs and the sweet smell of all of them.

I ended up in Rohan’s arms while he was rubbing a mixture of alpha come into my nipples, with Sinclair between my thighs, feasting on my slick, and while I was watching Maguire and Devlin make out.

All of the alphas were sort of geeked out over being in a rut, their knots not going down, their cocks still rock hard, even after having orgasms. They seemed fascinated by the idea of the volume of their ejaculate, too, like how they were able to keep coming the same amount and how cool that was. Men.

“And how long does it last?” Maguire was saying, kissing Devlin’s neck. “How long are we like this?”

“Until she’s not in heat anymore,” said Devlin, running a hand down Maguire’s chest. “I think it’s your turn in her ass.”

I brightened. “Yes, please. Empty again.” I nodded down at Sinclair. “Not that I don’t appreciate this, of course, alpha.”

Sinclair responded by penetrating me with his tongue, which made me moan, because it felt good.

I wriggled into that for a while, not paying attention to the alphas labored voices working out logistics. But soon enough, I was being moved around my muscled hands and hairy forearms, and I was kissing stubbled lips as I was being lubed.

“There,” came Devlin’s voice. “Sweetling?”

Source: www.allfreenovel.com