Page 54 of Sweet Torment

“And me,” Owen adds from the background.

“Please,” I sob. “Please, I need⁠—”

“What do you need, baby?” Freddie asks. “Tell us. You’re doing so good.”

“Need to come,” I whine.

Tristan’s tongue circles my clit perfectly, and I shatter, screaming as the orgasm tears through me.

“Beautiful,” Freddie praises.

“Don’t come, Freddie,” Tristan orders. “Lay down with Bianca facing you.”

“You’re killing me,” Freddie groans. “Fuck, I’m so close—but yeah, okay.”

He manages to maneuver us without pulling out, lying back and pulling me down to his chest. He’s suddenly overwhelming me with kisses down my throat, my nipples—anywhere he can reach.

“So perfect,” he murmurs against my neck. “Doing so good.” Kiss. “Such a good girl for us.” Kiss. “I love how you feel.”

Tristan moves behind us, his fingers playing in my wetness before I feel him press one against my ass. “Ever had anyone here?”

“No,” I gasp.

“Good,” he growls. “If you want me to stop, say stop.” I whimper out an okay.

Tristan pushes one finger inside, moving it around, and it feels weird but then starts to feel really good, making me writhe all over Freddie. Then he adds another, slowly fucking two into me and stretching me open. I feel so full. I want more. “Please,” I beg.

“You sure you can?” Tristan asks, removing his fingers and nudging the head of his cock against me. “Can you take both our cocks together, omega?”

“I want to,” I whine.

He pushes in extremely slowly, and the fullness is overwhelming. Freddie kisses me through it, praising me constantly. “Our perfect, beautiful omega looking so pretty taking us both.”

When they start moving together, I lose my mind completely. There’s only sensation, only them, only this.

Freddie kisses me gently against my lips. “Can I keep you?”

“Always, Frederick,” I whisper back.

He kisses from my lips across my face, down my neck to where my scent gland is, breathing me in deeply. His teeth sink in, and the bond explodes through me as Freddie’s knot swells and locks inside me. I come hard, my whole body convulsing between them. They both curse, the sensation overwhelming them too.

Then I feel Tristan’s lips against my neck from behind, his teeth grazing my skin. The sensation makes me squirm and cry out. This is too much.

“Do it,” I beg. His teeth break through my skin, and I can feel all of them, all my bonds humming at once. The intensity has tears streaming down my face.

“Mine,” Tristan snarls against my skin. “Mine, mine, fucking mine.”

I feel his cock jerk several times as he fills me. The sensation is new and interesting but also super hot. My mind starts to drift as I think about all of the fun configurations we can do.

With Freddie’s knot locked inside me, I’m sandwiched between them. I find the right spot and bite Freddie’s neck, marking him while we’re still connected. He groans and pulses inside me. Tristan pulls out carefully and gets close enough for me to mark him too. His eyes close when I do, his face going soft, like he’s relieved. He lies down next to us, and I put my hand on his chest.

I focus on feeling their heartbeats against my skin as their breathing slowly syncs with mine. The intensity of what just happened has me trembling.

“Shh,” Freddie soothes, pressing kisses to my temple. “You’re okay.”

Tristan’s hand strokes down my back. “Breathe, Bianca. We’ve got you.”

Weller appears with water, helping me take small sips while he wipes the sweat from my forehead. His touch is careful. Tender.