Page 165 of Beautifully Scarred Omega

I wrap my hand around him. He’s hot and hard as stone beneath silk-smooth skin, and he’s so thick my fingers barely close around him. Max’s entire body shudders, a rough sound tearing from his chest.

“Sophie—” His voice is wrecked. His thighs are trembling.

I look up at him, holding his gaze, and slowly lean forward and lick the bead of precum off the tip of his cock.

His hand flies to my hair, his fingers trembling. His eyes are closed, his jaw clenched so hard I can see the muscle jumping, and his cock twitches in my hand, pulsing, leaking more onto my tongue. He tastes like salt and musk, and I want more of it.

“Max,” I breathe. “Knot me. Please. Knot me now.”

Something snaps in him.

His eyes open and they’re feral, and in one fluid movement he pushes me back onto the bed and his body covers mine. His mouth finds mine and the kiss is savage, all teeth and tongue, and his cock is rigid against my stomach, thick and heavy, a brand of heat against my skin.

“I can’t wait anymore, Sophie.” His voice is pained.

Finn is beside me instantly, his mouth on my neck, sucking and biting, his hand sliding down my stomach to find my clit. His fingers circle it and I cry out into Max’s mouth, my hips bucking. On my other side, Ethan’s hand moves between my thighs, his fingers sliding through my slick, spreading the wetness over my folds, preparing me.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Max whispers, pulling back to look at me. His green eyes search mine with tenderness, despite the way his body is shaking. “If you want me to stop, at any moment, you just say the word. Okay?”

My pussy is on fire. I need him so badly my vision is blurring and my hips are rolling against Finn’s fingers and Ethan’s hand and I am past the point of patience.

“Max, if you don’t fuck me right now I’m going to lose my mind.”

A dark satisfaction flashes across his face. He reaches down and positions himself at my entrance, the thick head of his cock poised there.

He kisses me deeply, his hand cradling my face.

And then he pushes inside me.

Slowly. Inch by inch. The veins in his arms are straining, his whole body vibrating with the effort of not slamming into me all at once. I feel every ridge of him stretching me open, the perfect upward curve of his cock dragging against a place inside me that makes my mouth fall open on a sound I don’t recognize as mine.

“Fuck.” His forehead drops to mine and his breath comes out in a shattered exhale. “Sophie. You feel—fuck—you feel incredible.”

He’s only halfway in. I can feel how much more there is, the thickness of him still stretching me, and my slick is coating his shaft, easing the way, my body opening around him, taking him deeper with every inch.

“More,” I gasp. “Max, I need all of you.”

He pushes deeper and I moan so loudly it fills the room.

And then he’s fully inside me, buried to the hilt, and the fullness is overwhelming and perfect and nothing like anything I’ve ever felt because this time I chose it. I chose him. I chose this.

“Max, please—I can’t—please move⁠—”

He starts to move. Slow at first, pulling almost all the way out and then driving back in deep, and I can hear the wet sounds of my slick on his cock with every thrust.

“That’s it,” Finn murmurs against my ear, his fingers circling my clit in a devastating rhythm. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart. Taking Max so beautifully.”

“Such a good omega,” Ethan whispers from my other side, his mouth on my shoulder, his hand cupping my breast. “Look at how well you’re taking Max. Look at how your body opens for him. That’s it, sweet girl.”

I look down between us and see him—Max’s cock sliding in and out of me, my body stretching around him, and the sight of it is so raw that a moan tears out of me.

“You’re ours, Soph,” Finn whispers, his lips brushing my ear.

“Yes,” I say. “I’m yours.”

“You take my cock so well, little one.” Max ruts into me with a rhythm that’s getting more primal with every thrust. He groans, his voice gone low. “You’re so tight around me. You fit me so fucking well. God, you feel perfect.”

I’m lost in it. He’s hitting a place deep inside that I didn’t know was there. My hands fist the sheets and my back arches.