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His beard tickles my face as his lips find my jaw.
“They’re busy,” Seb says with so much confidence that I believe him.
“Okay, good.”
He lifts me up suddenly, and then his cock, hard and huge behind his jeans, presses right against the throbbing ache of my core. Layers of clothes separate us, but I’ve never felt more exposed. I feel tiny in his arms, weightless.
He leans forward, kissing my neck. At first, that’s all he does until I relax, and then he grinds his hips into me. I let out a tiny mewl of surprise and pleasure. He swallows the sound.
His hands start to move and are soon everywhere, stroking, touching, but his cock between my legs, that bulge pushing against me, it’s driving me wild. I find myself rocking against him, panting.
“Darion will be fucking Lukas into the mattress right now,” Seb growls. “He’ll be fucking him so hard Lukas will see stars, and all because he wants to be fucking you.” Seb tweaks one of my nipples, and I cry out. “That’s it, pretty girl. Do you like knowing they want you?”
I sob out an incoherent sound as he strokes my face. He draws back and thrusts hard. I drop my head onto his shoulder and bite the fabric of his jumper. I want to touch him, feel him. This, it isn’t enough.
“Lukas will be pounded into the mattress, and when he does come, it will be your name on his lips.” Seb scrapes his teeth over my pulse. My head drops back, and my body tightens.
“Just like I’ve been pulling my cock, thinking about your pretty mouth wrapped around me. My knot buried inside you.”
I startle, but he kisses me hard. His pace is brutal. All I can do is cling to him.
“Come on me, wrap me in your scent, give me something new to jerk off to tonight.”
I moan, the words somehow hitting all the right spots.
“This is inevitable, Missy. You’ll be ours. It's only time now, this is just a taste. So, come before they get back, before they see you so wanton. Let’s make this our little secret. I want those sounds to be mine, and mine alone.” He reaches out, gripping my hair, yanking my head back, and then bites my neck. It’s not a hard bite, but it, combined with his cock grinding into my cunt, sends me spiraling into one of the strongest orgasms of my life.
I cry out, clutching at him, my whole body tightening, thighs holding him close.
“Good girl,” He murmurs and presses a kiss to my lips as I shudder through the waves.
I cling to him, sweaty and gross. It should feel awkward, but it doesn’t. He’s the one who breaks the peace between us, letting me slide to the ground.
He straightens my clothes and brushes my hair back before he touches his lips to mine. “We’re going to pretend that this didn’t happen, but you and I both know it did, and if you need some relief, you come to me.”
I stare at him, anger wrapping around me. I don’t want to be some alpha’s dirty secret. “I don’t think so. Clearly, this was a mistake.”
I go to storm past him, but he reaches out, snags my arm, whirling me back against the wall. Right back in that position again, but this time, I’ve got a furious alpha in between my legs. I bite back a moan, wishing to god these men were less hot.
“I don’t regret this or you, little omega. But Darion and Lukas aren’t with me yet.” His gray eyes pin me to the spot. “But they will be, and then we’ll fuck you the way you deserve.”
Not I, but we.
I gasp at the threat in his words. “You can’t know that.”
“Oh, but I can. We’re scent matches.” Seb whispers, low and raspy. “And remember, if you run, we will chase you, we will find you, and, Omega, one day soon, we’re going to knot you.”
My core clenches, ready to go again. I curse these hormones, but Seb just smiles.
“I underestimated you,” I snap.
“I know you did.” He lets me down and guides me back to the lounge where we sit, pretending nothing happened. But so much happened. I’m not the same. He changed me. Damn him. His threats ring in my head. Scent matches? Ha, what a joke. Scent matches aren’t real.
“So, what are your relationships with each other?”
“We love each other,” Seb says while he checks his phone.
My frustration with this man boils over. I’m sick of his evasive non-answers. I push the subject aside and reach for something new.
