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He guides the head to my mouth, and I taste myself: salty, sweet, unmistakably my own arousal mixed with his pre-cum. The flavor is intimate, almost embarrassing, but it sends a jolt of desire straight to my core. I wrap my lips around him and he groans, his hand tangling in my hair.

"That's it. Take me deeper."

I do, as best I can. His size makes me gag, but he's patient, letting me set the pace. Behind me, I feel hands on my hips, either Clint or Briggs positioning themselves behind me.

Banana cream and coffee mingles at my back, then I feel a mouth descend on my cunt. Briggs.

His tongue parts my folds, lapping at the slick that's already dripping down my thighs. At the same time, fingers, two, then three, push into me, stretching me open.

I gasp as Briggs' tongue swirls around my clit while his fingers curl inside me, hitting that spot that makes my vision blur.

"You're so good at this," Tripp rasps. "Sucking cock like a natural. I can feel the back of your throat."

I moan around him, and he hisses.

Clint's voice comes from behind me. "I'm going to taste you again while Briggs fingers you. Think you can take that while you suck Tripp's knot?"

I can't answer but I nod, and then Clint's tongue is on me, Briggs' fingers are curling inside me, Tripp's cock is sliding deeper, and I'm surrounded.

Three alphas, all focused on me, worshipping my body.

I come again without warning, shuddering around Briggs' fingers. Tripp groans, spilling into my mouth before I can even register the taste.

He pulls out and I swallow, gasping for air.

"Good girl," he breathes. "But we're not done yet."

Clint lifts me into his lap, his cock pressed against my slick entrance. "We've got all night."

I look at his knot, then Briggs', then Tripp's. My body aches with heat, but my heart pounds with trust.

"Okay," I whisper. "Show me what comes next."

Chapter

Twenty-Eight

Clint

Her voice is a whisper, but it cuts through the thick, sweet scented air of the nest. I'm painfully hard, my cock aching, but those five words, that trust sends a fresh pulse of need straight to my groin. She's looking at me with those gray eyes, still hazy with the tail end of her last orgasm, but there's a spark of curiosity there.

My cock slides against her slick folds, the head nudging her entrance but not pushing in. She gasps, her hands gripping my shoulders, her blonde hair falling around her face as her intoxicating scent wraps around me.

“We’ve got all night,” I murmur, my hands spanning her waist. “But I want to feel you come undone first. I want to watch you take my knot, then Tripp’s, then Briggs’. I want to see your body learn what it means to be filled by three alphas.”

She shivers, her breath catching, and I can feel her heart pounding against my chest. Her gaze drops to where my cock is nestled at her core, then she looks at Briggs who's kneeling beside us, his cock thick and leaking pre-cum, a dark flush spreading across his chest. Then at Tripp who's leaning against the bed, stroking himself slowly, his green eyes fixed on her.

“Fuck me,” she breathes.

I lift her hips, positioning her over my cock. The head presses against her opening, slick and ready. I hold her there, letting her feel the weight of what's about to happen. She's barely stretched from our fingers, her pussy wet and pink and swollen, but I want to feel her clench around my cock.

"Look at me," I direct, and her eyes meet mine. "I'm going to guide you down,” I murmur, running my hand down her spine. Her skin is smooth, damp with sweat. "I'm going to take you slow, omega. You ready?"

She nods, her lips parted. I lower her slowly, just an inch, and her walls grip me instantly. The heat is staggering; a wet, tight, pulsing embrace that makes me groan. I stop, letting her adjust and she whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulders.

Fuck.

I've been with omegas before, but never in heat. Never like this. My knot has never actually mattered. Here, it's not just a useless bulge but a need, something her body will grip and hold while I fill her.