Page 69 of The Omega

That tugged at my Omega needs to make everyone happy. I wanted Atlas in here and playing with us too. His emotions pulsing at me were the worst. The war of desire and restraint. The hint of shame that turned my cheeks a darker shade of red.

I whined as I stopped between Dorian’s thighs, hoping he would understand.

He shifted his weight to lift one hand, caressing my cheek as he did. “I didn’t say stop crawling.”

I stole a glance at Atlas as I climbed up onto Dorian’s lap. Atlas still stood there with corded forearms and eyes as black as night, watching and saying nothing. If he liked this, I could get off on it. But the torment on his face had my wolf starting to shake.

Dorian’s lips crashed against mine, pulling me out of my head and back into the moment where I belonged. He stole my breath with that kiss and every worry along with it.

And when he tore himself away, pressing his forehead against mine and breathing through the desire choking us both, I felt Dorian’s pain in my own chest as he said, “Get in here, you idiot. She needs us both.”

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“Don’t thank me yet.” Dorian chuckled as he leaned back on the bed. “I didn’t tell you to stop crawling.”

I frowned, trying to understand, until he smirked playfully and licked his lips.

Oh.

Oh!

I didn’t think I’d ever crawled so fast in my life. I might’ve kneed him in the chest—still not sure—but I got to where he wanted and settled my legs comfortably on either side of his face.

“I can’t wait to taste you.” He grabbed my hips.

The first press of his tongue had me seeing shooting stars. I must’ve been a very good girl to deserve this. Dorian’s long fingers dug into my ass and hips as he held me to him. He ate like a starving wolf, sucking my clit in sips between feasting.

Each stroke pushed me closer and closer as I rode up and down, clutching my own breasts and closing my eyes as I chased the high.

But it wasn’t enough.

The sensations ebbed as I opened my eyes, seeing Atlas. My stone statue, still watching.

I let my hands fall to the sides, knowing he liked the view by the length pressing against his pants, but his dark eyes and set jaw gave nothing else away.

If he wanted to watch, I could give him a show.

I threw back my head as Dorian ran his tongue around my clit, pulling me into the dance again.

It was so close.

Darkness edged at my vision as the room grew unbearably hot. And still, there was a cold breeze from Atlas’s stance in the doorway that pebbled my skin. I…

I couldn’t.

“Please,” I begged as I reached down to thread my fingers through Dorian’s hair.

With a groan and wet smack, Dorian lifted me up a few inches. “As much as I don’t want to share this sweet cunt, if you want him here, you’ll have to call him in, princess. He isn’t going to listen to me.”

I smiled at the use of Atlas’s pet name as I turned to my steadfast mate and reached out my arms. “Please, Atlas.”

Something snapped.

“What should I…” Atlas staggered forward, eyes wide as he looked around the room and searched for the right words. Then he looked back at me, resolute. “What do you want me to do?”

“Shove your cock down her throat while I make her scream.” Dorian laughed beneath me and then stilled. “Oh, she actually likes that idea.”

“Yes please.” I licked my lips.