Page 118 of The Florist and Her Alphas

“I want to mark you tonight,” he says, low and rough. “But you can say no. You can always say no.”

My hand tightens in his. My voice comes out shaking.

“I’m scared of the pain, Ezra,” I whisper. “I’ve had failed marks, and every one of them burned for months. And now I’m still carrying the scars.”

He cups my face in both hands. He wipes the tears from my cheeks.

“If the mark comes from your true mates, it should never burn,” he says, eyes searching mine. “Do you feel like I’m your soulmate, Liana?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I do.”

“I love you,” he says, kissing me on the lips and then pulling away to quickly undress. All four of them undress before me, making my heart beat faster with arousal.

Julian’s cock springs free first, thick and veined. The head is flushed dark red and leaking. Cole’s is longer, leaner, the shaft ridged with veins that pulse visibly in the warm light. August’s is thick at the base, the head swollen and wet, his balls hanging heavy between his thighs. And Ezra’s cock is massive, thick and fat and jutting straight out from his hips, his balls tight and full beneath.

By the time all four are naked, I am aching. My pussy is dripping slick down the inside of my thigh. I can smell my own scent filling the tent.

Ezra takes my hand, leading me to the bed and sits me on the edge. He kneels on the wooden floor between my thighs. I swallow, watching how dark his eyes are getting. He is eager to eat me out, I can tell. Placing his hands on my knees, he pushes my legs apart to stare at my pussy.

“Look at her wet, dripping pussy,” he says, rubbing a finger up and down my soaked folds. My breathing turns harsher, and I gasp when he tickles my clit with his pointer finger. “Our pregnant omega is so pink and ready for love. Each of your husbands, including myself, is going to make our wedding vows official. Open your legs wider for me, my love.”

He lays me on my back. Lifts my legs up, one hand under each knee, spreading me wide. His mouth lowers to my pussy.

The first lick is slow. Deliberate. His tongue drags from my asshole all the way up to my clit in one long, flat stroke, and I cry out, my head falling back against the pillows.

He licks me slowly.

His tongue circles my clit, round and round, the tip flicking against the swollen nub until I’m gasping, my hips lifting off the bed. I can hear the wet sounds of my slick as he laps me up, my pussy hole sucking at his tongue every time he drags it through my folds.

He rolls his tongue down. All the way down, until he reaches my asshole, and he licks there too — slow, wet circles around the tight ring of muscle until I feel slick begin to seep out of me, warm and thick, running down between my cheeks.

“Fuck,” Julian groans from somewhere behind Ezra. “Her holes look spectacular.”

Heat floods my face. All four of them can see me spread open like this, my pussy and asshole on full display in the candlelight, glistening and wet and pink.

“Look at her,” Ezra says, his voice rough. “Look how ready she is.”

He brings his middle finger to my asshole. Presses gently. The tip slips inside, and I gasp, my pussy clenching hard, slick gushing around his mouth.

He sucks my clit. Hard. His finger works slowly into my ass, stretching the ring open, and I am sobbing into the pillows, my thighs shaking on either side of his head.

“She’s about to come,” Cole says quietly. “Look at her thighs.”

I am. My whole body is trembling, tightening, building toward something enormous, and Ezra’s mouth doesn’t stop, his tongue circling my clit faster and faster, his finger pressing deeper into my ass until⁠—

“Ahh!” I’m screaming, coming hard. My pussy clenches and pulses and I squirt a gush of slick straight into Ezra’s mouth, my back arching off the bed, a high broken cry tearing out of my throat.

Cole, August, and Julian descend on me all at once.

Tongues on my thighs, lapping up the slick, licking my pussy, my asshole, the insides of my thighs. I can hear them groaning, the wet sounds of their mouths on my skin, the way they murmur praises against my pussy and ass.

“You’ve been such a good omega for us,” August whispers against my inner thigh, and I shiver, boneless and wrecked beneath them. “Let us take care of you.”

Ezra lifts his head. His mouth is wet. His eyes are black. He looks at me like he’s going to devour me whole.

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EZRA