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The corner of her mouth kicks up, and she leisurely bends at the waist, her fingers walking down her legs. She looks at him as she reaches for the first sock, and unhurriedly, she tugs it off and tosses it on top of her boot. He closes the distance as she works the other one off her foot. As soon as it is off the tip of her toes and her foot is back on the floor, he slams into her, knot deep.
They both groan, and his fingers hook onto her hips to tug her back to him with each thrust. The room is full of skin slapping and pure sounds of sex. Then he runs his hand down her back and tangles his fingers into her hair, lifting her head from where it dangeled near her toes.
“Do you want to taste Saint while I’m buried deep inside you? I think he would like that.”
She hums in response, her eyes falling on Saint. He honestly looks like shit, all purple and blue, one eye half swollen shut, but if she sees any of that, she is ignoring it.
“Words, my little omega,” he utters.
“I want to taste him,” she confirms.
Austin pauses his thrusts and urges him closer. As soon as he is within reach, Audrey curls her fingers around his length, guiding him to her mouth. Then she licks the pre-cum from his tip and sucks just his head between her pink lips. Saint’s hand drops to her head, and his fingers tangle in her hair, finding purchase, but he doesn’t force more of his dick into her mouth.
“That’s it, princess, take him as deep as you can,” Austin encourages her, his hands back at her waist.
The three of them start a rhythm I knew well. Austin thrusts, and Audrey takes Saint deeper, then they both withdrawal almost completely before filling both holes again. Audrey is smart, she has her hand firmly around Saint’s dick, just above his knot so he doesn’t choke her out with the full length. I don’t like deep throating either, and I think the omegas that say they do are lying.
After what feels like both an eternity and mere seconds, they all find release. It is erotic, and I love watching, being the silent observer of something I’d done hundreds of times. But it doesn’t end there. Saint steps back, and Austin withdrawals long enough to have Audrey lie back on his desk. He props her feet on the edge and pulls her to the edge before pressing back into her warmth.
He moves slower this time, his mouth giving her breasts equal attention before he sucks at her neck. But he doesn’t bite her; it is a little disappointing. Especially after he pauses over my mark, his tongue flattening against the silver moon shape as if he can taste me on her. She arches her neck, practically begging for his bite, and he still resists.
He is a stronger alpha than me.
CHAPTER34
Audrey
Who kneworgasms could make your blood sing and your body hum? Because damn, even back in my room, I can still feel the strokes of their knots inside of me.
I trace the mark on my neck. It sends a strange sense of calm through me. Like belonging to someone is what I crave. But it is a trick of omega hormones, because being a possession is not on my list of things to do.
Still, every part of me wants to find Felix in his bed and nuzzle into him. As if the closeness is a craving that only he can ease.
How would it feel to have all three mate marks? Would I need a bed large enough to fit all of us? Would it just become one never ending sexcapade? I’m okay with that. At least for the next week.
Bliss does strange things to a person. For one, it makes you crave more of it. And it makes you come up with different ideas that would create it again. I'm like a junkie planning my next fix.
I stare at the ceiling, but I don’t really see the ceiling fan or the plain white of the surface. No, the previous night is just on replay at the front of my mind. I haven’t even taken a shower because it would wash their scents off. How pathetic is that? If they were my actual pack, it wouldn’t be a worry, because I’d shower and then be back in their arms.
Groaning, I press my head back into my pillow and flop onto my side. This is stupid. I seriously have moon eyes for the three of them. That is dangerous, and I need to quit that shit now.
As my irritation builds, I toss off the blankets and practically stomp across the room to my bathroom. I turn on the water as warm as I can without scalding my skin and slip beneath the flow. Washing off their scents is the only way I’m getting any sleep tonight. After scrubbing them off of me, I towel dry and pad back into my room.
The entire space smells like them. My blankets are infused with musk. An ache spreads inside of me, and I glance at my closed bedroom door. If I went to Felix, would he send me away? Tugging on a t-shirt and shorts, I make up my mind. I would go to him. The worst he can do is say go back to bed.
Right?
Heart in my throat, I crack open my door as if one of them will be waiting on the other side to order me back inside. Then I creep out into the hallway and glance at the other doors. It is the first time I realize that I don’t actually know who sleeps in each room. Have they told me? I don’t remember.
Capturing my lower lip and punishing it ruthlessly with my teeth, I study the doors as if they would give me some sort of clue. Forcing my legs to move, I pause at the first door. Felix would be in the door closest to the exit, wouldn’t he? Or would Austin be in there?
Pressing an ear to the wooden surface, I strain to listen for anything on the other side. It is silent. Moving to the second door, I do the same, not a sound. Although, my pounding heart makes it unlikely for me to hear anything. The final closed door earns the same results, so I move back to the first.
Sucking in a deep breath and holding it, I turn the knob slowly and crack the door open, peering into the darkness beyond. Leather and lemon hits me as I release the air in my lungs and inhale.
Saint.
I go to tug the door shut. Hopefully, I didn’t wake him.
