His lips brush against mine in a tender kiss that makes my breath catch and my pussy drip with longing. I groan into his mouth. He pulls away from my mouth slowly.
"If it's too much, or you want a break, or if you or your omega change your mind or realise it's not what you want, or you want to use a word, you just tap any of our legs twice."
My shoulders drop as I nod. "Yes."
He frowns slightly. "I mean it, Omega. We need to know where you are at. Good girls get what they want and only what they want, and I would be very disappointed if you didn't let us know if something wasn't right. Do you understand?"
His eyes sear into mine.
I want to shrink away from his gaze, but I also want to revel in it. I swallow, nodding. "Yes."
He smiles softly.
My omega is basking in his gaze. He drops another gentle kiss on my lips, making me and my omega both moan into his mouth. He pulls away, grinning, and shuffles back a little.
"Now. Seb, do you think our lovely girl would like Zeke to pay her gorgeous breasts the attention they deserve?"
"Hmm. Dunno. Do your breasts need attention, omega?" I can hear lust dripping from his voice.
The "yes" that escapes me is breathy with longing. I raise my chin and smile.
"Go on then, Seb. Help her with her shirt. Arms up, lovely." James' voice is gentle but firm. I raise my hands above my head.
With an almost reverent expression, Zeke lifts my shirt. His fingertips skim over my body, sending gooseflesh rippling behind them. My breath stutters. "Turn her around, Seb."
Spinning me on his lap, Seb grins as I squeak at the sudden motion. James stands by the foot of the bed, armsfolded, pupils blown wide. Kneeling between Seb's outstretched legs, Zeke's back is ramrod straight
Folding his arms, James nods at Zeke. "Go on, then."
Zeke shuffles closer to me. "Do you want me to touch you, darling?"
I smile. "Yes."
Zeke's face lights up like the sun has come out from behind a cloud as he smiles. He holds out his right hand. "Show me how you want me to touch you, darling."
My hips are thrusting against Seb again, completely of their own volition. I gently tug at Zeke's rough hand, drawing him closer. His skin seems luminous, almost like he's lit from within.
I run my fingers over his palm, smiling as he groans at my touch. I bring his palm up to my cheek, rubbing against it, scent marking him. My smile widens as his breath catches.
Seb's thin, graceful fingers are stroking up and down my back. I take Zeke's hand, and trail it down my neck, letting the coarse fingertips drift over my chest. I hum with pleasure at the feeling of them drifting across my nipples.
"Does that feel good?" His voice is barely a murmur.
I open my eyes. His face looks almost awed. "Yes."
Oh heck. My omega is desperate for my clit to be taken care of. There's a hunger there that simply refuses to let itself be ignored, whether or not I'm able to talk about it, and whether or not I'm supposed to want it. That part of me I so often just… wish that it didn't exist, is desperate to present for her alphas, to be filled, to be sated.Just a bit longer,I tell myself.Think about how good it will feel.
But that little bundle of impulse inside me will not be placated so easily. I swear, it isn't me, but my omega that reaches around behind me, and grabs one of Seb's hands, drawing it around my waist to my clit, rubbing his fingers against it whilehe leans his face against my shoulder, his teeth grazing my bare skin.
I pull Zeke's face towards me and moan as his kiss shoots electricity down my spine. Over Zeke's shoulder, I can see James behind us, the front of his boxers pulled down, stroking himself as he watches us. I push Zeke's fingers into a pinch, twirling them around my nipple. James stands and stalks over to us, his cock thick in his hand.
Another moan slips out. James smirks, and rests a hand against my head. "Do you want your alpha's cock, omega?"
I can't hold back the whimper of impatient complaint. There's a dark chuckle from behind me. "That's not one of your words, Balga." Seb's voice is smug.
I roll my eyes. "Yes. Please hurry up!"
The look James shoots me affirms that he will not be rushed. "On your back, Zeke. Boxers off, knees up, legs spread, in front of our omega. No, scoot a bit closer. That's it."
