Page 74 of The Florist and Her Alphas

I lick her again. And again.

Cleaning her with my mouth, gathering the mess around her anus, lapping up the slick that has painted her skin. She tastes like roses and salt, and I cannot get enough.

“You have the prettiest ass,” I tell her against her skin. My lips are pressed to the curve of her ass. “You are covered in slick, and I need to taste every drop. You understand me, hun?”

She nods frantically against August’s shoulder. Her fingers are curled into the rug.

I keep her cheeks spread wide and lick deeper. Working my tongue between them, dragging it down to the tight ring of her asshole. She gasps and tries to pull away by instinct or embarrassment. But I grip her ass cheeks to hold her in place. My thumbs dig into the soft flesh of her wiggling ass.

“It’s so intense, oh my god,” she moans as I flick my tongue against her asshole.

“Intense in a good way?” I growl, watching her little asshole blink slowly for me.

“Yes.”

I lick her asshole slower this time. Working her open with my mouth. Her asshole is tight, resistant at first, and then it starts to soften under my tongue. I flatten it against the ring and press harder, sucking gently, and she trembles beneath me.

The tight pink ring yields. Gives. Opens for me while she’s trapped on August’s knot.

I push the tip of my tongue inside her.

She yelps, and her body clenches around nothing, her asshole gripping my tongue, and I growl against her skin.

“You are going to take me here,” I tell her, my voice rough, lips pressed to the curve of her ass. “You are wearing my brother’s knot in your cunt, and you are going to wear my knot in your ass at the same time. You are going to be filled by two of your alphas at once. Do you understand me?”

She nods. Fast. Eager. Her whole body is trembling with want.

I work her open with my mouth for a long time. Patient now. Slow. I use my thumb to spread slick around her tight little hole, working it in, easing one finger inside her experimentally.

She tightens around me and gasps.

I kiss the small of her back. “Relax for me, baby. I’ve got you. I’m not going to hurt you. Just relax and take it.”

She breathes out. Slowly. Her body opens. I slide my finger deeper. Then a second. I work her open in slow, patient circles, all while my tongue keeps returning to lap up the steady flow of slick from her asshole. I cannot stop tasting her. I am going to come in my fucking pants if I’m not careful.

I withdraw my fingers and sit up on my knees. Quickly, I unbuckle my belt.

Unzipping my pants, I pull my cock out, which is fully erect and leaking. I give myself one slow stroke just to keep from finishing right there.

I lean over her body. My chest presses against her sweat-damp back. My mouth finds her ear.

“This is going to be tight,” I whisper. My breath is hot against her skin. “You are going to feel every inch of me. You are going to be the most full you have ever been in your life. You ready?”

“Yes. Yes, I think so,” she whispers, her voice harsh and breathy. Her whole body is shaking.

I gather slick from where she’s still leaking around August’s knot. Slick my cock with it, thick and warm, and line myself up against her tight little hole, which is lubed up from her natural omega slick.

I push in slowly.

The head of my cock breaches the ring of her asshole, and she cries out softly, and I have to stop. Grip the base of my own cock hard. Breathe through my nose to keep from coming already.

She is impossibly tight. She is hot. Her asshole is clenching around for dear life, and I can feel the pressure of August inside her pussy against my own cock through the thin wall between us.

I push in further. Inch by inch.

She is whimpering and gasping and pushing back against me, asking for more without words, her ass rising to meet my cock, and I give her more. I sink fully into her with a low, ragged groan against the back of her neck.

I bury myself to the hilt and stop there to let her adjust.