"Good?" I murmur against her, trying to time the gentle thrusts of my finger so it flows with the pace James has set. Her hips are tilting rhythmically under our hands.
"Mmm. More." She leans her head against James' shoulder and tilts it towards his arm, exposing the side of her neck to his lips. James' mouth runs along the smooth line of Dellie's neck. His legs twitch as a throb of lust pulses downour bond, landing directly on my cock, making me moan with longing. His hand stutters in its rhythm.
I thrust more firmly, and probe her opening with a careful second finger. She melts against my hand, groaning. Her arousal coats my palm. I carefully feel inside her with every thrust until I find the softly ridged spot.
Ah. That's it.
I drag my attention to that spot, trying to force my brain to focus on her reaction instead of the fact that my cock is now peeking out of the waistband of my boxer shorts, or the growing damp patch on their front.
Until my fingers start to voice their protest at the awkward angle.
Fuck.
I readjust myself, swapping out my hand, maintaining the rhythm as carefully as I can. I have to sit back on my heels while I find the angle she likes again. There is a whine of protest at the loss of my tongue, but it's replaced by a groan of desire when I lunge forward and slip one of my glistening digits into James' mouth. I feel his surge of lust through our bond.
Huh. That's good to know.
"Can our pack alpha taste you too, omega?" I ask, as a rumble from Allen sounds from behind me.
I feel the bed shift beneath me as Allen's firm hand drifts up my back, in a silent gesture of approval, as he eases his way up the bed.
"Yes," she breathlessly squeaks.
I offer out my hand to Allen, but instead he fists my hair, and pulls my face into a searing kiss, lapping at her spilled arousal that glistens on my lips. He groans at the taste, desire pulsing through our bond. When his kiss finally releases me, I turn back towards her. She's biting her lip, the rich floral musk of her perfume swirling around all of us.
"More," she moans, clenching against my fingers. Precum leaks from the tip of my cock.
"Should our beta use his tongue on you, while our pack alpha uses his tongue on him?" James mutters.
She starts to answer, then pauses, looking at me. Waiting for my reaction. My cock twitches and asshole clenches with longing as I nod. Her eyes close and she seems to melt further back into James.
"Oh. Mmmm. Yes, yes, yes," her voice grows higher, breathier.
Allen growls, his barely suppressed desire radiating from his powerful frame. "Then you'd better dress for the occasion, hmmm?" he says, gesturing at her rumpled dress. "Should our beta help you with that?"
Her whispered "yes" is all the cue I need. Making eye contact with James, I lift her dress over her torso, careful not to break the rhythm.
The skin beneath practically glows. Her breasts are flushed, her nipples pulled into tight peaks. She leans back into James as we strip her bare, undulating under our touch.
I lean down, taking most of my weight on my elbows, and allow my tongue to resume its previous rhythm while letting my butt stick up in the air.
It is averynicely toned butt, if I do say so myself.
Allen rumbles his approval. Lust and pride twang through our bond as he runs a possessive hand down my flank. His practiced fingers catch the waistband of my boxers and pull them down to my knees with one smooth motion.
Dellie's breathy panting quickens as she clenches furiously against my fingers, soaking them in her slick, her perfume thick and delicious in the air around my face.
I shuffle my weight slightly, never letting my hands or mouth break their rhythm, as Allen removes my boxers and sets my knees apart.
One of Allen's hands strokes along my cock, the fingers of his other hand whispering against my asshole. I can't hold back the moan against her clit as his tongue stripes against me, covering my asshole with his spit, and a finger fills me while his tongue keeps working its magic around my rim. The hand stroking my shaft wraps around it and starts tugging in time with his finger.
His pace builds until it's almost brutal. I fucking love it.
James' erection is practically bursting out of his boxers. I don't know how much longer I'm going to last at this rate. My precum is leaking all over Allen's hand as he tugs at my cock. Then the toe-curlingly good movement of Allen's tongue against my asshole stops, and his hands still.
"Should I take our beta while he pleases you?" I hear Allen rumble behind me. I let out an impatient moan of approval.
Her scent spikes as she lets out a wail of pleasure and a flood of creamy slick across my tongue and fingers. The pulsing rhythm of her grinding stutters as she shatters against my hand, the porcelain skin of her thighs flushed pink, her cunt and feet clenching and quivering from the pleasure. Her head falls forward as sweat beads over her skin.
