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My face goes scarlet.

"They're—" I swallow. "They're huge."

Tripp chuckles, stepping closer. "You'll be fine, Little Omega. We'll take care of you."

Briggs kneels beside Clint, his banana cream scent washing over me. "Let me taste her, too."

Clint shifts, making room. Briggs leans down and his tongue is softer than Clint's, but just as skilled. He laps at my clit while Clint's fingers resume their work, and I'm caught between them, gasping.

Tripp watches, stroking himself slowly. "Look at that. Two alphas eating her out, and she's ready for more."

I want to retort, but I can't form words. Briggs sucks my clit into his mouth and I arch, moaning.

"Tell me how it feels," Tripp demands, voice rough.

"So good," I pant. "So… fuck⁠—"

"You're making a mess of Clint's hand," he continues. "Feel that slick? That's your cunt telling us how much it wants to be filled."

I'm burning with shame and arousal, but before I can respond, Clint's fingers slide out, and both men pull back.

"My turn," Tripp says, and he moves to replace them, settling between my thighs.

He doesn't kiss me first. He looks at me, his green eyes intense, and then he speaks.

"When I'm done with my mouth, you're going to suck my cock. Understand?"

I nod, breathless.

"Use your words."

"Yes," I whisper. "I understand."

He lowers his head and devours me. His tongue is relentless, circling my clit, dipping into my entrance, coating his face in my slick. He moans against me, the vibration making my toes curl. Behind me, Clint's hands find my breasts, rolling my nipples, while Briggs kisses down my stomach.

"Look at you," Tripp says, pulling back just long enough to speak. "Dripping for three alphas. You're perfect."

He slides two fingers inside me; I'm so wet, they slide in easily. He pumps fast, building the pressure again.

"I'm… I'm going to⁠—"

"Not yet," he growls. "You come when I say."

I sob, desperate but he leans in, lavishing my clit with his tongue, and I'm right on the edge.

"Please, Tripp, please⁠—"

"Come for me," he orders. "Now."

The orgasm hits like a wave, crashing through me. I scream, my body convulsing. He doesn't stop, riding me through it, lapping up every drop of my release.

When I finally come down, I'm limp and trembling. Tripp rises, his face glistening with my slick, and I stare at the thick, heavy cock between his legs. Before he brings it to my mouth, he reaches down with his slick-covered fingers, the ones that were just inside me, and strokes himself. Once, twice, coating his shaft and his swollen knot in my juices.

"Your turn," he says, pulling me so that I’m on my hands and knees. "Open your mouth."

I hesitate. I've never done this before. But I can see the shine on his skin, can smell myself on him, and the heat makes my mouth water.

I part my lips.