Page 69 of Bonded By Tea and Tarot

They scoop me up and cradle me to their chest, pet the hair back from my face, and a purr rumbles against me.

“I’m sorry, amorcito,” they whisper. “That was too much. I’m used to things being… a certain way with Jayce. I got carried away. This heat, whatever you need, it’s yours.”

“Even you?” I whisper, shuddering, trying to hold onto my thoughts, but they feel slippery.

They still, and their purr turns to a growl for half a second before it resumes.

“Of course,” they say. “Why wouldn’t I be yours?”

“No bite.” I stroke the one on my neck. My bottom lip quivers, rejection zinging through me, and the alpha sighs. They rock me back and forth, kissing my temple, my forehead, my hair.

“Siobhan,” they finally say. “If we had talked about it beforehand, I’d be biting and bonding you before you could blink. But we didn’t.”

I sniffle, and they tighten their hold around me.

“Make no mistake, little omega. You’re mine.”

I blink, trying to focus my gaze, and look up at them. I search their dark eyes, and they nod.

“Promise?” I say.

“I promise. Next heat, if you still want it, my bite is yours.”

My pussy clenches at the thought, and slick drips down between us.

“Now, are you going to be a good omega and take all of our cocks for us?”

Yes. I whimper with want as my perfume explodes around us. I need that. Need them.

“Let us stuff you full and then give you even more?” They stroke a hand down my spine to my ass, then slip their fingers between my legs to play with my wet pussy. “Make you beg and plead until you think you can’t take it anymore?”

I nod, frantic, needing exactly that.

“You will, though,” my teasing alpha says. “You’ll take it all, and then more, until we’ve given you everything we’ve got. Won’t you?”

“Yes,” I cry. “Yes, please alpha. Please.”

“That’s our good omega.” They tip me over, settling me onto my bonded alpha chest to chest with my legs spread on either side of his hips. I bury my nose in his neck, sucking in a lungful of his smoky scent. They fist his cock, then their hand on my hips slides me down onto it, and I sigh with relief.

My bonded alpha with the soft stomach groans beneath me, and pleasure bounces between us. He rocks his hips and his thick cock glides in and out only a couple inches. Not enough. Slick-covered fingers circle around my back hole, then two push in and I pant with anticipation.

“More,” I demand.

“Patience, omega,” meanie alpha says, still teasing with their fingers. They scissor me open, taking way too long to add a third all while my bonded rocks in and out of me. My abdomen clenches, and I wrinkle my nose.

“Hurts,” I murmur.

“Aury. You’re up.”

The fingers retreat from my ass, replaced by a smooth cock head, and I press back onto it.

“Easy, omega. Let Aury in, nice and slow.”

“Noooo,” I protest. I don’t want slow. “Fast. More now.”

Soft laughter makes me scowl, but I quickly forget about it when my beta pushes into me. He grunts, then the head of his cock slides past my tight ring of muscle, and he makes shallow thrusts with the first few inches.

“Why?” I pout. Why are they torturing me?