Page 179 of Beautifully Scarred Omega

“Oh—” Her whole body goes rigid, her breath catching. “Ethan, that’s⁠—”

“Too much?” he asks, stilling immediately.

“No,” she whispers. “It feels... it feels good.”

“Good.” His other hand strokes her hip. “You’ll enjoy this, Sophie. I promise.”

His finger slides in slowly, letting her adjust.

“Fuck,” Finn breathes beneath her. “I can feel you clenching around me every time he moves his finger, sweetheart.”

Ethan adds a second finger and Sophie moans, her head falling back onto Ethan’s shoulder. I cup her jaw with one hand and watch her face, my other hand fisting my cock.

“You like that?” Ethan says, his voice low.

She moans, her hips pushing onto his hand.

“She wants more, Eth.” Finn’s jaw is tight, his hands gripping her waist. “I can feel her clenching so hard around me every time you move.”

Ethan adds a third finger.

“Fuck, little one,” I breathe, watching his three fingers disappear inside her. “You’re opening up beautifully for Ethan.”

Ethan watches her for a moment, then stills. “Your body is pulling me in, sweet girl,” he whispers. “You want this.”

“Please, Ethan.”

“Tell us exactly what you want, Sophie,” I say.

“I want you to fuck me there, Ethan.”

The look on his face changes.

Finn kisses the side of her neck, his arms tightening around her. Then he lifts her off his cock, carefully. She whimpers at the loss, her thighs trembling, and he presses his forehead to her shoulder for a second before letting go.

“Come on, sweetheart.” He helps her onto her hands and knees, one hand steady at her waist. “We’ve got you.”

Ethan reaches for a bottle of lube and slicks himself, then spreads more across her, his fingers sliding in easily now, three of them gliding in and out.

“Your body is begging for it, Sophie,” Ethan whispers. Finn moves to her other side, his hand sliding beneath her to stroke her clit.

“Still want my cock, sweet girl?”

Sophie looks back at him, eyes heavy-lidded, her hips already pressing toward him. There’s no fear in her face. Only want.

“Yes, Ethan.”

Ethan positions himself behind her and presses the tip of his cock to her rim.

“Breathe, sweet girl,” he says, one hand stroking her lower back. “Push back against me. Let me in.”

She exhales and presses back, and the head of his cock breaches her slowly and I watch the ring of muscle stretch around him, gripping the thick head of his shaft.

“Oh my God—” Sophie gasps, her fingers clawing at the couch cushion.

“That’s it,” Ethan breathes, holding perfectly still, letting her body adjust. “That’s just the tip. You’re doing so well.”

He pushes in another inch. Then another. His jaw is clenched, the veins in his neck standing out, every muscle in his body trembling with the effort of going slow.