Page 117 of Bitter Truths

“Good,” Owen growls against my flesh, the word vibrating through me. His eyes lock with mine, blazing with possession. “Give it to me, Princess. Let me have all of it.”

My release crashes through me without warning. It's so overwhelming I’m sure my body is going to combust. A scream tears from my throat as my body arches, caught between Tristan’s chest and Owen’s mouth. Freddie’s mouth on my breast, Weller’s burning fixation… all of them witnessing my complete surrender.

“That’s it, beautiful,” Freddie praises against my skin.

But Owen doesn’t stop. His tongue continues its assault through my orgasm, fingers still pumping inside me, drawing out my pleasure until it edges into pain.

“Too much,” I gasp, trying to squirm away. My hands push weakly at his shoulders. “Owen, please… it’s too sensitive⁠—“

“You can take it,” Tristan chides, his voice silky. His hand slides up to grip my throat, gently forcing my head back against his shoulder. “He’s waited forever to taste your pussy. Let him have his fill.”

When I try to close my legs, Tristan’s palm cracks sharply against my inner thigh. The sting makes me jerk, eyes flying wide.

“Stay open for him,” he orders, no trace of his usual lazy drawl. His voice is feral and commanding. “When we tell you to take it, you take it. Understand?”

It shouldn’t send fresh heat pooling between my legs. It shouldn’t make me wetter, shouldn’t make me want more. But my body responds instantly to the command, thighs spreading wider in shameless submission.

“Yes,” I whisper, shocked by my own response, by how quickly I yield.

“Yes, what?” Weller speaks from across the room, his voice strained but controlled. He hasn’t moved an inch.

“Yes, Alpha,” the title slips out without thought, instinctive and right.

The room goes deadly still for a heartbeat, their scents spiking.

“Fuck,” Owen growls against my thigh, his breath hot against tender flesh. “I love the sound of that, Princess.”

Freddie’s mouth returns to my breast, his teeth scraping roughly over the sensitive peak before sucking hard, drawing a broken cry from my lips.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good for us. I’ve got you,” he praises between light nibbles across my chest. “Taking everything we give you. Perfect from your hair to your toes.”

“Please,” I gasp, not sure what I’m begging for anymore. More? Less? For them to stop? For them to never stop?

“Please what, sweetheart?” Tristan purrs against my ear, his hand still firm on my thigh where he slapped it, the sting fading to a pleasant warmth. “Use your words.”

I writhe helplessly between them, desperate sounds escaping my throat as Tristan continues whispering filth into my ear.

“I bet you’re aching to be filled properly,” he murmurs, his voice a dark caress. “That sweet little cunt stretched around a knot instead of just fingers. You want that, don’t you? Want to be stuffed full, used like the perfect omega you are.”

“I need—” The words catch in my throat as Owen’s tongue returns to my oversensitive clit, gentler now but no less devastating.

“You need to come again,” Freddie murmurs against my breast, his golden curls tickling my skin. “We’re just getting started, beautiful.”

Just getting started?

Another orgasm rips through me with such force that tears spring to my eyes. My legs wrap around Owen’s neck as I shake.

“Fuck!” Owen groans, his whole body tensing. His forehead presses hard against my inner thigh, breath coming in harsh pants as his hips jerk involuntarily. “God fucking dammit,” he curses.

The scent of his release drenches the room.

Tristan’s laugh is dark and knowing against my ear. “Did you just come in your pants like a fucking teenager?” His words are mocking but laced with heat. “Just from tasting her?”

Owen’s answering growl is all the confirmation needed.

“Fuck off, Tris.”

I collapse against Tristan’s chest, limp and utterly spent, unable to move or think beyond the overload of sensation still rippling through my body. My legs remain splayed open, my pussy swollen and glistening.