“Trust him, baby. Trust us,” Sutton adds, bringing his hand up to cup my other cheek.
“I do,” I say.
Sutton smiles, and my breath catches in my throat. “Fangs.” And they, too, drip venom from the sharply tapered points.
“It is time,” Zayd says, taking his hand away to drag it down and back up Sutton’s back before taking hold of his throat again. “I’m going to claim you now, human. And when I giveyou the order, you are going to claim our omega. Tell me you understand.”
“I understand. Daddy,” Sutton adds when Zayd fucks into him, demanding he address him properly.
My pussy pulses at their exchange. I am so ready for Zayd to fuck me through my husband and to become one with them both.
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ZaydpinsmeagainstLayla as he eases his cock out and back in again. “Who am I going to claim?”
Oh, shit.
“Your human.”
He slams into me again. “Who?”
I can’t believe I’m saying this. “Your good boy.” Even more, I can’t believe that it makes me fucking hard as shit to play along.
“Yes. Is my good boy ready for daddy’s knot?”
Zayd is already so fucking big, I don’t know if I can handle any more.
But every piston of his vibrating length in my ass makes me care less and less, just wanting to indulge in the deliciously wicked sensation.
“It is time. I will knot and bite you now. Claim you. Make you mine.” Zayd demands.
While I love the sub play, I decide to speak in defiance instead. “Fucking do it,” I growl as my cock grows impossibly harder, and I ride on the edge of a violent release inside Layla, who watches us in awe as her pussy tightens around my swelling knot.
“Our omega is doing so well. Would you agree, human?” Zayd’s question is somehow commanding and soft.
“So good. She’s our good girl,” I say, locking my eyes with hers.
Zayd hums his approval, making his cock buzz more intensely.
“It feels good, doesn’t it? The vibrating,” Layla asks me. “I can feel him through you.”
Her words are the final call to Zayd’s instinct. “Bite her. Now,” he orders.
I choke back a scream as I lean forward and bury my fangs in the crook of Layla’s neck when Zayd slams into me one last time and comes in hot spurts as his knot stretches me out and his fangs sink into my neck.
As I come from the pulse of Layla’s orgasm and Zayd’s cock exciting my nerves, I say his name in my head and wait for his answer.
And I hear him. “Mine. You are both mine.”
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“Oh,mygod,itworked,” Layla shouts through the bond. “We did it!”
“I’m really glad we can talk through the bond like this. I’m too exhausted for anything else,” Sutton says, and Layla and I both agree.
