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I whimper. I want to touch Aston so badly, yet something holds me back. I presumed Aston was in charge of this, but he is not the one giving commands. Lor is. Instinctively, I know whatever happens next will be on his terms.
“You’re going to have to trust me, little one. The scent is nothing compared with the taste.”
My pussy clenches, and slick trickles out. I squeeze my legs together. Aston tracks the movement.
“You’re getting wet, aren’t you, Freya? Is your needy pussy creaming for him?” Lor asks. “Is your mouth watering for a taste?”
“Please,” I say, “Please, yes, all of that.”
“Good girl. On your knees.” He applies the smallest amount of pressure, and I sink all too willingly to my knees. It puts me on eye level with that thick jutting cock. Now, and this close, I see in greater detail the swelling near the base, the glands that will form his knot. His balls are heavy and potent. The scent is stronger here. And then Lor reaches out, closing his hand around Aston’s cock.
Shock coils in my belly at that bold touch.
His hand is big. There is something deeply compelling about the way he handles the other alpha. His thumb presses into the underside as he strokes his fingers all the way to the end. Pre-cum weeps from the tip, creating a long thread that stretches and breaks to drip to the floor.
I scarcely breathe.
“I think he likes you on your knees, little one.”
Lor takes another firm, leisurely stroke. Aston groans, a faint tremble manifesting in his body. My eyes flash to meet his, seeing the raw need in his face before they lower again to the straining ridge of his cock, which has turned a deep, angry shade of red under Lor’s tending.
I am captivated by this huge alpha who holds himself rigid, letting another alpha handle him, waiting patiently for whatever he is told to do, just as I, too, am waiting.
“Please,” I beg. Lor’s fingers sweep up again, and yet more clear fluid pools and then leaks from the tip. The scent has me panting. The image of Aston submitting has me panting even more.
“Do you like this, omega? Seeing my hands on Aston’s cock?”
He knows I do. He knows me better than I know myself, the building torment as the pre-cum drips to the floor, the savage hunger gnawing at me, and the rising anxiety when Aston’s seed is wasted when it should be for me.
“Please let me taste. Goddess, please.”
Lor lowers the tip obligingly and, taking my hair in the other hand presents it to my lips.
“Open wide and push out your tongue like a good girl.”
I obey instantly. Aston groans, and I have not even touched him yet.
“That’s perfect. Just a little taste.” He holds me so I can do no more than lap the head, capturing a little of the pre-cum before I draw my tongue into my mouth. My eyes roll back as I suck on my tongue.
“There we go. A little more.”
Lor allows me a little closer, enough to enclose half the fat head in my mouth. I use my tongue, suck and lick enthusiastically before he pulls me away.
I’m panting. My world is centered on the cock, on the little tastes I snatch before he withdraws me.
Over and over, lap, suck, and denial. Heat pooling in my belly as I crave more.
A growl rises out of this sensual daze.
“Hold it,” Lor snarls.
“Fuck! You’re fucking killing me,” Aston bites out, but his hands remain locked at his back, and he doesn’t move.
He likes this.
I like this, too.
“Good girl. Just a little more.”
