Page 104 of The Omega

I tore my face away, looking at Atlas, who was grinning as he held himself perfectly still, not letting me move. “You don’t come until we say you do, princess.”

Traitor.

Frustration welled in me until Dorian pushed me forward against Atlas’s chest and the big brute rolled gently, cradling me so we were laying side by side.

I was still so wet and craving their touches, that when Dorian lifted up my top leg, I understood why they’d stopped.

“Tell us if it’s too much.” Atlas stole my breath in a sweet kiss that left me chasing his lips with mine.

More lube dripped down my ass and then Dorian was right there. His heat and firm length pressed against my back.

“Breathe for me,” he whispered as he turned my face to him and then kissed me, notching his head in.

I gasped as he let go of my chin and broke past the barrier.

Atlas thrust and Dorian stilled, letting him work me up again. Then he stopped and Dorian pushed deeper, inch by delightful inch.

Their scents enveloped me, as did their arms and praises. A cocoon of masculine safety and hot as sin sex. They touched me everywhere. Hands moving up and down my spine, over my hips and stomach, teasing and worshipping my breasts as they found a rhythm in tandem, moving patiently one after the other, until I was lost to them.

“Look at you, taking us both so well,” Dorian praised.

“More,” I cried against Atlas’s chest, not sure where they began and I ended. All I knew was I needed more of this. Forever. Deeper.

To never stop.

“You want more?” Atlas picked up his pace, grunting as he thrust into me. I was so wet now that I moved with ease, taking him as deep as he could go.

And when he did, I felt them both rub against me through my walls, impossible as that sounds.

Because they were in every part of me.

I was nothing more than sensation.

Putty in their hands.

Where Atlas’s thick cock filled me, Dorian was a piston pushing me past the edge. Harder and faster, they destroyed me, putting me back together in their hands.

I was a goner.

“Don’t you dare come yet,” Dorian commanded.

I squeezed my eyes shut against the onslaught, trying my hardest to obey.

“You’ll take my knot, princess,” Atlas ground out, thrusting, once, twice before he started to swell.

The pressure was too much.

Every inch of me shook with the effort to hold back. To give them what they needed as they took everything from me.

“Such a good mate.” Dorian thrust harder with each word. “Our perfect fucking Omega.”

“Please,” I begged, not able to take it any longer.

They didn’t let up.

“Tell us who you belong to.”

“You,” I cried. “Both of you!”