But I have to prepare our mate first.
My fingertips drift down her spine, over her alluring rump, and toward the place she’s joined with Reaper. She’s so wet that she practically soaks my hand. “You weren’t kidding about Omega slick,” I say to Orcus.
“I only shared what I’ve been told by previously mated Alphas. Everything…everythingis true.” He sounds pleased by that last part, and I can tell without looking at him that he’s smiling fondly at Alina.
She shivers, suggesting he just said something into her mind.
Then she moans as Reaper wraps his shadows around her in ribbonlike binds that hold her down so he can ravage her mouth.
I leave Reaper to his bondage games and focus on Alina’s curved backside. Goose bumps pebble along her skin as I spread her cheeks to reveal her tight little entrance.
She’s going to need a lot of prepping to take us all here.
Because that’s exactly what’s going to happen—we’re all going to claim each of her holes.
Over and over again.
Once she’s lost to her heat, she won’t even notice.
But until that happens, she’s going to feel every inch.
Just as she does now as I slide one digit inside her. She clenches down around me, her body reacting to the foreign intrusion.
“Relax, Omega,” Orcus tells her, either having picked up on her thoughts or having noticed her physical reaction.
I use her arousal to slide in and out of her, slowly and purposely. She follows Orcus’s command, her muscles gradually loosening until I’m able to add a second finger.
Reaper curses as she jolts forward, her hips bucking against him.
“Don’t let her come yet,” Orcus says.
Alina starts to voice a complaint, but Reaper cuts it off with his tongue, his dark tendrils seeming to pet her with his hands, which probably makes it feel as though she has multiple palms stroking her.
And it looks like some of those strands are between them, no doubt teasing her tits and clit.
She’s a writhing mess.
Sounds escape her, only to be swallowed by Reaper.
She’s breathing hard.
Sweating.
Ready to burst.
And Reaper is thrusting up into her from below.
He’s close. I can tell by his movements, the harshness of his thrusts, the way he’s clinging to her while I insert a third finger into her ass.
“Now,” Orcus demands, the word for Reaper. Or maybe for Alina. Or perhaps even for me.
Regardless, it’s his way of commanding pleasure for his Omega.Forourmate.
Oh, I might not have claimed her yet, but that doesn’t make her any less mine.
Reaper growls.
And Alina screams, her back arching as her insidessqueeze.
