Zeke is lying in front of me, naked. His lavender scent is wrapping around us all. His erection isglorious.It's a delicate pale pink, all the way from the tip, down his velvety shaft, to the top of his knot. It's long enough to reach the deepest spots without impaling, and thick enough to stretch but not so thick it risks hurting. The deep cherry red of the hint of a knot at his base is a delicious contrast. My omega is licking her lips at the sight.
"You can present for your alphas in just a moment, omega. Butnotbefore I tell you, and you may not taste him without permission. Understand?"
If anyone spoke to me like this professionally, I'd make sure I never had to work with them again. But, for some reason, being spoken to like this, right now, by him, is having a completely different effect. I wish I knew why James talking to me like that made me want to melt into a puddle of slick. I sigh a complaint "okay."
He bends down, staring into my eyes, his face serious. "You know that's not one of your words, Omega. I would hate to think you weren't being a good girl."
He smiles at my incensed, wordless protest, his teeth gleaming with smug delight. "Well, then tell me if you understand?"
"Ugh. Yes. I understand"
The grin sweeping across James' face widens into smug satisfaction as he stands. "Good. Then, you may present for your alphas."
Finally.
I lean forward onto my elbows and knees and face Zeke, who's propped his head up on a pillow so he can get a better view, and widened the spread of his legs. My elbows rest between his spread thighs, his erection mere tantalising inches from my mouth, as another impatient moan falls from my lips.
There's another shift on the mattress as Seb moves behind me. Stubble brushes my thigh as he rests his head on the bed between my knees and under my pussy. Strong, steady hands pull my hips down to meet his lips so his tongue can reach my clit, splaying my legs wider. I groan into the sheet as Seb's tongue flicks across the tiny bundle of nerves, and two of his thick, dextrous fingers press inside.
Slick drips down the inside of my thighs as his expert fingers find the spot inside me that makes sparks course across my skin and my toes curl up. My clit is so alive with pleasure it's almost painful.
Every nerve is drawn to the surface as Seb's tongue flicks little jolts that echo through my body. As my cries of pleasure grow louder and higher, I feel a third, thick finger enter me, giving me the perfect amount of pressure and stretch, while the heat beneath my skin builds and my orgasm barrels towards me.
I reach out a hand towards Zeke, brushing the edge of his butt where it rests on the bed. His fair, freckled skin trembling under my touch.
James frowns and shakes his head. "Not yet, Omega."
My head is so close to Zeke's crotch that my inner omega is positively goingferal. She's so close, but she isn't allowed to touch. The desperate mewl and burst of freesias that it draws out of me makes Seb groan and Zeke shudder, spilling their own scents through the room.
The heady lavender fragrance sends me over the edge, radiating sparks of pleasure throughout my body from my pulsing clit and quivering pussy.
I shatter on Seb's fingers and mouth, and collapse on top of his face. My legs splay out beneath me, my hips pushing me forward, nearly driving me into Zeke's crotch. The only reason I don't accidentally headbutt him is because James manages to swoop in and grab me by the shoulders, catching me before I collide with his balls.
"Whooooa there, lovely. Take it easy."
Firm arms scoop me upright. James pulls me off Seb and eases me up, supporting me under my arms, until I'm sitting on my heels. Poorly suppressed laughter shakes the mattress behind me. The bed shifts under us as Seb shuffles back, trying to swallow his chuckle. Zeke's stomach is shaking while his lips pinch back a grin.
Chapter 15
My head is still spinning as James pulls his boxers back up and plants himself between me and Zeke on the bed, his arm wrapped gently but firmly around me. Zeke carefully pushes himself up so he's sitting.
"Well, that went better in my head." James sighs, and runs a rueful hand through his short strawberry blond hair.
Seb plonks himself closer to me, huffing out a long breath. "Just saying, if I get to choose how I go, then getting suffocated while eating out my omega's gotta be it."
I burst out laughing. I fold over, clutching my sides, tears cascading down my cheeks, all the while James' arm remains wrapped around me. A cascade of laughter ripples through the room. Seb and Zeke and I are all in hysterics, rolling on the bed.
"I think suffocating Seb and taking Zeke out by the family jewels just might—might—kinda defeat the purpose of the activity!" I choke out, gasping for air.
A snort emerges from behind the hand clapped over Zeke's mouth. But James' arm grows stiff around me. My gaze flicks towards him. His face looks pinched. He's staring off into the middle distance.
I nudge an elbow into his side. "You caught me though, didn't you?" I poke him in the side until he looks down at me, and give him what I hope is a disarming grin. "Thanks for keeping us safe."
"'Course he would. He always does." Seb looks exasperated by the obviousness of that statement.
I feel James' arm relax into me a little. A slow breath eases from his chest. "You sure you're all okay?"
Zeke snorts. "James, all I can think about is that freaking gorgeous omega who's snuggling up to you, and I'm pretty sure the mood is officially in the morgue, but otherwise I'm just fine."
