Knight Life In Vegas (Sin City Omegas #3)

Chapter 8

“ A ll right, querida, since you’re being so brave for us, we’ll make this as easy as possible for you.”

Charlotte trembled, her desires warring with her inexperience. Plenty of omegas had played with multiple alphas, but not this beauty. I would treasure the gift of being her introduction to this sort of intimacy.

She’d been cute as hell all evening, with her pretty blushes and her bold acceptances. Watching her sing along and dance at the concert, hearing her breathy release as Dylan undid her, and seeing the fire in her eyes now all coalesced into an evening I would never forget. I wanted her to fall apart for me too.

“Dylan, lie down,” I ordered. “Feet to the headboard.”

He gave me a curious look, but instantly obeyed. I had a plan in place, since I wanted to see every gorgeous expression on Charlotte’s face, and I could hardly do that from behind her.

“Charlotte, on his lap.”

She hesitated for only the briefest moment before climbing on top, resting her palms on his chest and sitting on his thighs, his cock jutting in front of her.

“Good girl. All you have to do is let him fuck you, and I’ll handle the rest. Do you want us bare?”

It was next to impossible for alphas and omegas to share communicable diseases the way betas did, but some omegas still liked the comfort of protection.

Her cheeks flushed beautifully. “Bare is okay.”

“Wait,” said Dylan. “I think you should wear the hat.”

“Are you serious?” Charlotte asked with a laugh.

“Definitely.” He snatched it with his fingertips and propped it on her head. “Ride ’em, cowgirl.”

Her laugh was so fucking cute as she broke into giggles over Dylan being himself.

He grinned up at her and laid his hands on her hips, encouraging her to rise up. I pressed up against her, watching her descent onto Dylan’s cock in the mirror in front of us. It was the perfect setup to see all of her reactions. Charlotte shivered, her mouth dropped open, exquisite little noises escaping her. I swept my hands over her curves, familiarizing myself with her body: soft stomach, plush thighs, breasts that overflowed in my palms. Her skin was like silk and I wanted to touch everywhere at once. Dylan drew her down and when she was fully seated, I teased her nipples.

My packmate chuckled. “She likes that. You’re squeezing me so fucking tight right now, princess.”

The pink flush on her cheeks cascaded down, her throat and chest slowly matching. Dylan braced his hands on her hips and fucked directly up, forcing a strangled moan from her lips.

“Oh my god,” Charlotte gasped.

“Have you been fucked like this before?” I murmured against her shoulder, continuing to tease her pebbled tips with my fingers.

“No. I always did all the work when I was up here.”

“The only work you have to put in is to stay upright,” I promised. “But if it becomes too much, Dylan won’t mind at all if you sprawl out on top of him. He can fuck you just as easily like that.”

“Oh…”

“You can change your mind,” I reminded her.

“No, I want to. It’s just new to me.”

“Let me distract you, then,” Dylan said with a grin and set a steady pace that nearly had our beautiful omega’s eyes rolling back in her head.

I moved closer and let her relax her weight against me, bracing one arm across her chest so I could nip her throat at my leisure and reach her clit easily with my other hand. The first brush had her shuddering. My cock was so fucking hard pressed against her and I couldn’t help rocking, eager to feel her silken heat, but unwilling to push her too quickly.

She lasted barely a minute before Dylan’s cock and my hand unleashed her. Slick dripped over his hips, the sweetness of it making me crave the knowledge of what her true scent was. Her cry was pure music as we carried her down.

“That’s it, sweet girl. You’re doing so well. Ready for the next step?”

She nodded, still breathless. Dylan and I hoisted her up and I slotted two fingers into her pussy before letting her sink back down on him. This time when she moaned I could feel her body tighten. She was going to be incredible, but first I needed to prepare her cunt to take both of us. It wasn’t so different from a knot, but that wasn’t meant to move. I ground my palm against her clit and Dylan started up again, albeit a little more carefully.

Now that we had warmed her up, her pleasure was unstoppable. Her pussy pulsed frantically around my fingers and that perfect cry echoed again. We moved seamlessly through the next step, a third finger joining the first two, and our teamwork carried her to another peak. Her body knew exactly what it wanted, adapting to each addition.

Omega whines were so fucking intoxicating. They triggered every alpha instinct and made me want to overwhelm her to the point that speech failed her. Charlotte dripped slick, her pussy squeezing both of us.

“Do you mind if I have one quick turn with you before we share you properly?”

She turned lust-glazed eyes toward me. “I think I would do anything you asked right now.”

I growled low, desire burning through me.

She shivered, another whine gracing my ears as I dragged my teeth over her throat.

“I’m going to borrow her for a few minutes,” I told Dylan.

“By all means.” He laced his fingers together beneath his head and settled in to watch.

I focused on Charlotte’s reflection in the mirror and traced my fingers over her skin before guiding her mouth to mine. Her lips were hungry against me, the pretty omega who had chosen us for the night eager to devour and be devoured in turn.

I hoisted her up until Dylan’s cock slid free and set her back down, pushing between her shoulders until she was on her hands and knees hovering over him. “Look in the mirror for me.”

The moment her hazel eyes caught mine in the glass I fucked into her pussy with my hands clutched on her hips. Her eyes widened, mouth dropping open in a moan. With a firm grip, I combined my thrust with dragging her back against my cock to get as deep as possible. Whimpers and panting breaths were forced out of her with each impact of my hips against her ass.

“Do you want a little help, princess?” Dylan asked lazily.

I had succeeded in my quest of rendering her speechless because nothing that came out of her mouth was an actual word, only desperate feral sounds. Dylan slipped his hand beneath her, letting the friction of me moving her grind his hand over her clit until she erupted between us with a cry that puffed up my pride like a peacock.

“Fucking beautiful,” I gasped out, slowing my pace. “Now you’re going to come on both of us.”

Charlotte was near boneless when I slipped free and got her back onto Dylan’s cock before pushing her forward again so I could work on tucking mine into her right alongside his. Her omega sounds pitched in volume as she stretched to accommodate both of us.

Dylan stroked a soothing hand over her hair, whispering assurances while I focused on getting as deep inside her as I could manage without anyone getting hurt. Her slick was like a goddamn waterfall, easing my way until I was seated to the hilt, all three of us panting and glowing with sweat.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” Charlotte chanted, her face buried against Dylan’s chest, every inch of her shaking.

I swept a hand up her back and down again. “Take a minute. Doing okay?”

She nodded hastily and her pussy clenched.

“Tell us when you’re ready for us to move. You are absolutely incredible, our beautiful omega taking us so well.”

Charlotte whimpered and shifted her hips experimentally before stilling again, cunt squeezing tight. “One more minute.”

“Whatever you need.” If she didn’t want to continue, I would simply finish myself off. I cupped her plump ass, gently kneading the muscles and seeing how she responded to the minuscule movement.

She melted instantly, her whimpers renewing. “More?”

“Your wish is our command. Nice and slow.”

This wasn’t the first time Dylan and I had shared an omega, so we had already hammered out the finer points of how to navigate pleasuring a body at the same time. We knew how to move together, gliding as one, moving incrementally in and out of a shivering Charlotte.

“How’s that feel, princess?”

Charlotte squeaked, sucking in a deep breath. “Like a knot.”

“Exactly,” I crooned. “And you were made to take knots, made to take both of us and fulfill every filthy fantasy floating around in that beautiful head of yours.”

“Yes,” she gasped out.

I could get drunk off of the way she trembled, the way she arched her back and accepted everything we wanted to give her.

“Faster,” she begged.

Dylan and I shared a glance and adjusted our speed carefully until she was back to those gorgeous feral sounds and coming all over us.

“Did you want a knot tonight?” I asked. “Better tell me right now if you don’t before I drag you off him and give you one.”

“Please,” she whined. “Please, please, please.”

I lifted her hips up, Dylan sliding free before I fucked into her with a vengeance, the grip of her pussy sending me spiraling over the edge until I buried myself deep. My knot sealed us together and set her off again. Charlotte shifted, her hand wrapping around Dylan’s slick-coated cock, hand-fucking him off the ledge with us.

When I surfaced from the surge of pleasure, Charlotte was adorably face-planted on Dylan’s chest, struggling to catch her breath. I carefully collected her and rolled onto my side, dragging her with me.

Dylan rearranged himself, lying flat on his back with Charlotte’s head on his shoulder and their fingers interlaced. I kissed her hair and idly swept my hand over her sweaty skin, committing each curve to memory.

Her stomach growled loudly and Dylan laughed.

“Could we tempt you with some room service?” I asked.

“You don’t have to feed me,” she insisted. “I can eat when I get home.”

I growled low. “Trying to leave us already?”

She snuggled impossibly closer. “Not yet. I just don’t have that much spare money for part of a hotel and room service.”

The laugh I barked out startled both of us. “You think we’re going to make you pay for anything ?”

“It wasn’t an official date. I just assumed.”

Dylan clapped his hand down onto her ass cheek, making her squeak. “You assumed wrong, princess. Now, what can we order you?”

“French fries?”

I narrowed my eyes. “Are you ordering that because it’s probably the cheapest thing on the menu?”

She turned wide eyes to me. “Maybe.”

“Do you like steak or shrimp better?”

“I like both. You really don’t have to.”

“Dylan, order the surf and turf with a side of fries.”

“On it.” He reached for the phone and put in the order, plus something for us, while I silenced Charlotte’s protests with a kiss.

“You’ve worked muscles you’ve probably never felt before. You need some protein to recover.”

“Fine.” She pouted, and I couldn’t stop myself from kissing that jutting lip until her pout turned into a smile.

“Good girl.”

Charlotte squirmed. “I feel like I’m too old to be called that.”

“I don’t think anyone’s ever too old for it. If you like it, what’s the harm?”

“I suppose that’s true.” She settled back down, purring contentedly. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Anything for you, querida.”