When she looks back at me, I wait for her word, but instead she says, “I want you to go slowly. Give my husband a nice, long show.”
“As you wish.” I lean in and start by claiming her mouth with mine again. My fangs drip with venom. My alpha venom used to be deadly to anyone except my omega. Now it is anyone except my omega and whatever Sutton is. I cannot wait to sink my teeth into Layla. She wants me to go slowly, but all I want to do is knot and bite her now.
I preached control to Sutton. That is what I must practice now.
“Oh, I had forgotten how you vibrate,” Layla moans as I hump my length between her legs and through our clothes, soaked with her slick.
“Well, that’s not fucking fair,” Sutton says, drawing both of our attention toward him.
He has taken off his clothes and sits with his cock in his hand, stroking slowly.
“You like watching him play with himself, don’t you, Zayd?” Layla asks when the vibration against her mound intensifies.
“Do not be jealous,” I tell her, soothing her with my purr, pressing my lips on the pulse in her neck. “My only desire is to claim you.”
“But you like seeing him.” Layla wraps her arms around me and rolls her hips along my shaft.
“Yes,” I answer with all the breath in my lungs. Not just unable but unwilling to lie to her.
“I just want you to be honest with me,” Layla says. “Both of you. Don’t hide. Whatever you two are feeling. Whether it be for me or for each other, I just want to know. Okay? Don’t leave me out.”
“Whatever you want, Layla baby,” Sutton says.
“I only live to please my omega,” I say and drag the tips of my fangs over the soft flesh of her shoulder as I stretch out the neck of her shirt to expose it.
“Good.” Layla pants and arches her back.
I take that as my cue to rip the shirt from her body.
“Now, that’s what I’m talking about.” Sutton groans as precum weeps from the tip of his cock.
As much as I want to please Layla, I want Sutton to enjoy watching us.
With the razor-sharp tips of my claws, I shred Layla’s skirt, leaving her naked on the table. Again, Sutton utters his approval.
“Sutton’s approval pleases me,” I tell Layla as I slot my vibrating tip between her wet pussy lips. “I crave it as much as I crave to make you come.”
Layla squeaks and twitches her hips as my tip excites her clit.
“What I said about going slow. Fuck that,” Layla tightens her legs around me and scrapes her nails across my back. “I want you to claim me. Right now.”
Steadying my cock, gripping the base, I swipe through her slit until the tip finds her entrance and I sink in.
As omegas do, her body remembers me, and she has no problem accepting my girth this time.
Fully seated inside my omega’s body is like being home.
“How does it feel, baby?” Sutton asks her, his breath shallow as he strokes himself more vigorously.
“Full. So good and so full.” Layla’s voice shakes as I pump my length in and out at a steady pace.
“She is close, Sutton.” Her channel flutters and contracts a little more with every piston of my vibrating cock inside of her.
“So am I.” Sutton hisses and grips himself more firmly.
“On your order, sir,” I tell him, and his eyes lock on mine.
“Make her come. Claim her,” Sutton orders, and I comply, pulling Layla to my chest. She grinds her clit on the ridge of the V between my hips as I vibrate even more intensely.
