Page 164 of Beautifully Scarred Omega

His mouth closes over my clit before I finish the word.

Where Finn was slow and savoring, Max isn’t. He sucks hard enough to make my knees buckle, and Finn tightens his arms around me from behind while Max grips my thighs and holds me exactly where he wants me.

I grip his hair with both hands. He groans, and the sound goes straight through my body.

“You taste so good, little one,” Max murmurs against my slick folds, and his tongue pushes inside me and I cry out.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Let Max taste you,” Ethan whispers beside me as his hand covers my breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. Behind me, Finn’s mouth is on my neck, hot and open, and his cock is hard at the base of my spine.

My thighs are shaking. My slick is running down my legs and Max is lapping it up, his tongue everywhere, and Ethan is pinching my nipples hard enough to make me gasp and his other hand has found my clit, circling it while Max’s tongue fucks into me, and the dual sensation is too much—it’s too much⁠—

“I’m going to come,” I sob. “Max, I’m going to⁠—”

He pulls back just long enough to look up at me, his mouth wet with my slick. “Come for me, little one. Come on my tongue.”

He seals his mouth over me again and sucks my clit and I shatter. The orgasm rips through me so hard my legs give out completely, and Finn catches me, holding me against his chest while I shake apart. My body clenches around the pleasure, my slick flooding Max’s mouth as their names spill out of me one after the other like a prayer.

When the shaking subsides, Max rises to his feet. His eyes are wild and I reach for him and pull his face down to mine and kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue.

“I want you to knot me,” I whisper. “I want to feel what it’s like when it’s not—” My throat closes for a second. “When it’s not taken from me.”

Max pulls back just enough to look at me. Pain and tenderness and fury move across his face.

“We won’t hurt you,” he whispers. “We will never hurt you, Sophie.”

“I know, Max.” I press my forehead to his. “I know.”

Finn scoops me up and carries me through the archway to the bed. He lays me down gently and the sheets are cool beneath my bare skin.

“I want to see you,” I say, looking at all three of them.

Ethan goes first. He unbuttons his shirt slowly and sets it aside. He’s lean and defined from years of swimming, a flat stomach, the sharp cut of his hip bones above his waistband. His chest is rising and falling too fast for a man who thinks he’s in control.

Finn yanks his t-shirt over his head in one careless motion. Max pulls his off without a word. I’ve seen them both shirtless before, but not like this—not standing in front of me with dark eyes and no intention of stopping.

I lean back against the pillows and look at them standing at the foot of the bed. Three alphas, bare-chested, breathing hard, their scents thickening the air until I’m dizzy with it. They’re so big. So tall. So undeniably alpha that the omega in me answers with a rush of slick between my thighs.

My scent spikes and I watch it hit them. Finn’s nostrils flare. Ethan’s jaw clenches. Max’s hands curl into fists at his sides. All of them are hard—I can see the rigid lines of their cocks against their underwear, and the sight sends a deep, instinctive thrill through me.

Slowly, watching their faces, I spread my legs.

The sound that leaves Finn’s throat is barely human.

“Sophie,” Finn says, his voice tortured. “Tell us what you want.”

I look at them. They could take me without asking and pin me down and claim me and knot me right now and the omega in me would beg them to. But they’re standing there, shaking, their cocks hard and their bodies rigid, waiting for my words. Holding themselves back with nothing but willpower.

The power I feel in this moment is unlike anything I’ve ever known.

I rise onto my knees and move to the edge of the bed.

“Max.” My voice is barely a whisper. “Come here.”

He walks toward me until he’s standing right in front of me, his cock level with my face, and I can see the thick outline of him pressing against his boxers. I look up at him and slowly, I hook my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pull them down.

His cock springs free and my breath leaves me.

He’s thick. So thick. The shaft is dark and hard and veined, prominent ridges running along the length that I can already imagine feeling inside me. The head is dark, almost purple, swollen and leaking a bead of precum, and the perfect upward curve of him makes my pussy clench around nothing.