The Omega’s Burning Bond (Beast’s Touch #1)
Prologue
Danae
“ Oh fuck…”
That’s the only words I can muster, the only complete, somewhat coherent statement I can make with the things Silas’s cock is doing to me.
My knees are draped on his massive shoulders as he drills into me with a manic intensity that makes me unsure if I can take any more. His eyes are locked on mine. His look is intense, hungry, almost angry.
“That’s right, take it, take all of it,” he says, his breath catching as he motions up and down, slamming into me.
I know I’m not smirking right now. I can’t, but somewhere in my mind, I feel a kind of satisfaction in knowing I’m driving him to this point. The focused look on his face sends a thrill through me.
And it’s not just that, it’s not just him.
Adriel’s hand caresses my skin, clearing my hair from my face. “You’re so fucking hot.”
And he means it too, his cock says as much. It’s pulsating right before my eyes. Rigid and veiny. I glance up to his face, and it’s like he’s drowning in an ocean of desire. That look almost sends me over the edge. It’s just as intense as the one on Silas’ face, but different.
The two brothers are so different yet so alike, with identical blue eyes staring down at me, but while Silas’s eyes look like he would devour me whole, the look in Adriel’s eyes burns with a different kind of fire. He watches me with a look that’s so needy, so longing that I almost ache at the sight.
I open my mouth, and without a moment's thought, he slips his cock in it. It’s so deep I feel it right in the back of my throat, and the roaring moan that escapes his lips fills me with something like pride, some type of satisfaction in knowing I have this gorgeous man rapt in pleasure.
Joseph isn’t far behind. He steps closer, stroking his own stiff member. It glistens, just as his eyes do.
I take it in my hand, and even with the deep heavy thrusts Silas is delivering into me, I can still feel every bit of the warmth of Joseph’s hard cock in my shuddering hand.
I want to stroke it gently, but I honestly can’t do anything gently right now. Not with how these men make me feel, not with the way Silas fucks me like I’ve pissed him off and this is the only way he can teach me a lesson, or the way Adriel is drilling my throat like his life depends on it…my strokes match all the intensity they’re laying on me.
“You’re so fucking perfect when you’re like this,” Joseph growls.
“She is such a good bitch for me,” Silas’ voice follows.
“For us,” Adriel says, breathless. “She's such a good bitch for us.”
And I am. These men are mine, and I’m theirs, completely and wholly. They’re taking every bit of me, every inch of me, as my sensors fire up, sending me into an almost unimaginable ecstasy.
Who would’ve thought? Me, Danae Walker, the recessive Omega every Alpha back in my city thought was doing a favor just for speaking to me. The undesirable girl, lacking now, having these three big, strong, absolutely fucking gorgeous bulls wrapped around my finger. I couldn’t have imagined this even in my wildest dreams, and in a strange way, that makes this all the better.