14. Twenty-three
Twenty-three
Brooks
I was learning very quickly that only a fine line separated heaven from hell.
I couldn’t decide where it was I actually knelt as I watched—as I felt —my alpha touching the sweet omega spread out before me like a buffet.
A buffet I was barred from eating. But, oh, didn’t it look absolutely breathtaking.
But fuck if I didn’t want a taste for myself.
“One…” Brea’s voice sounded behind me.
“Two…” He was gonna win. I knew he would.
Not only because I was painfully, blissfully aware of how good Lin was with his hands, but because of the sight and sounds and smells already coming from the omega.
She was halfway over the cliff already. Lin could probably pull two more over a span of fifteen seconds.
“Three.”
We all gasped in unison as Lin pushed his way inside her shining, dripping pussy. Taryn’s fingers curled through Lin's shining black hair, her legs pushing themselves wider, beckoning him in.
I was dying. Gods, I could hear how wet she was as Lin’s hands moved with expertise. It only added to the debauchery of the scene, sweet Taryn with her skirt hiked up nearly to her waist being finger-fucked by another alpha while their bonded mates watched on.
Kneeling beside Brea, I was almost as bewitched by the alpha's pomegranate arousal as Taryn's overpowering toffee. Between the two of them, I would likely pass out at any time.
Lin was gonna win. Taryn was rocking into his hand now, her breath coming out in short, chopped keens.
“Five…four…” Her faced, scrunched and tensed, loosened. Her mouth dropped open.
“Three…two…” A breathy sigh escaped, so different from the desperate whimpers from before but equally beautiful. I wanted to bottle that sound, play it on repeat until I died.
“One…” A sweat droplet formed on my temple, trailing down. Taryn’s body trembled, tiny tremors that warned of the impending earthquake.
“Time’s up, hand up,” Brea announced.
Lin was a stronger man than me as he immediately pulled his hand back, holding glistening fingers up in the air. Taryn mewled at the loss, face scrunching. It was sexy as hell. But it was also… cute .
Brea walked around back of me, approaching Lin’s outstretched hand. She grabbed it by the wrist, pulling it ever so slightly in my direction. I leaned toward it, as though it were gravity itself pulling me in.
Her other hand reached for my shoulder. “Uh-uh, baby beta,” she crooned, stopping my lean.
“Naughty boys don’t get a taste.” Brea locked eyes with me as she pulled Lin’s fingers, instead, toward her own lips.
Closed her mouth around his two slick-covered fingers, and sucked.
I nearly fucking passed out as she hollowed her cheeks, jaw working as her tongue scraped every sweet morsel from my alpha’s fingers.
His eyes, locked on Brea, were blown black.
She pulled Lin’s fingers from her mouth nice and slow, two faint red streaks betraying her dragging teeth.
The omega spoke for the first time since we began. “Alpha doesn’t play fair,” she said, sounding breathless.
Brea leaned forward, grasping her omega’s head and pulling her in for a kiss that had me burning through every inch of my body. She pulled away, still holding Taryn’s neck as she said, “I don’t believe there were any rules about how fair I had to be, were there?”
Lin and I exchanged a glance as Brea stood again. Taryn, apparently feeling emboldened and impatient, explained, “Brea knows my record is eighteen seconds.” Her gaze traveled between Lin and me. “Would’ve served her right if I’d broken it with someone else.”
“I’m more than happy to forfeit the game if anyone would like to cry foul play,” Brea said, tone nothing but innocence.
“No!” I reached out for her hand, likely earning myself another punishment for touching when I shouldn’t, but I wasn’t above begging. She arched a perfect red brow at me, and I swallowed hard. “ Please .”
She chuckled from the back of her throat, as though she found me amusing. She gestured with her head to my vacated seat. I followed her wordless command. Brea stood in my former kneeling place, hair perfect, dress perfect, the muscles of her thighs and calves on display in her heels.
“Alpha,” she said, looking to Lin. She turned to me.
“Beta.” We both attended her eagerly. “Resume your positions holding my omega’s legs nice and wide.
” Lin’s hand had never left its spot, and I rushed to resume mine, pulling her left leg roughly back, my fingers clinging to her skin.
Brea bent over then, her red curls falling over her shoulder as she reached for the straps of Taryn’s dress.
“Fucking hell,” I breathed through my teeth, gripping Taryn’s knee tighter.
Brea tsked me as she pulled the thin straps off Taryn’s shoulders.
“Are we doing such a poor job that you believe yourself to be in hell?” she asked slowly, seductively, as the satin neckline dropped low enough to see the red lacy edge of her bra.
I knew from my over-the-shirt explorations earlier that it wasn’t padded, but seeing it now, seeing how barely there it truly was, had me salivating.
The cup was largely sheer, but a delicate lacy design covered just the nipple, the most beautiful censorship I’d ever seen.
“Both of you, palm yourselves. Over your pants.”
Neither of us hesitated, both of us groaning in agonized relief as we gave ourselves the friction we needed.
Brea hooked her finger over the center of the neckline, pulling the bodice down so it fell to her waist. Taryn’s exposed skin pebbled against the summer breeze.
Fucking fuck, I could see her nipples hardening beneath her bra.
Propping herself up on her palms against Taryn’s spread knees, Brea looked between Lin and me. “Congratulations, boys. You’re to the skin round.”
Thank you god thank you god thank you—
“You may touch wherever you like…”
THANK YOU THANK YOU—
“…just not with your hands.” Brea arched a brow as she let her words sink in. “Your hands are to remain where they currently are: on my omega’s knees and on your own, hard cocks.”
This time, Lin was the one who spoke up, asking with a choked sound, “So…that means…”
“Lips and tongues only.” Brea winked at Taryn before dropping down to her own knees in front of Taryn, shoving her skirt up the rest of the way so the whole dress bunched around her waist. She cut her eyes to Taryn.
“Up,” she said, and Taryn lifted her hips off the seat so Brea could pull her utterly soaked panties down.
Lin and I relinquished our respective legs just long enough for Brea to work the scrap of red fabric off the omega’s body before grabbing her back and opening her again.
Now, bare.
Brea held the drenched panties in front of Taryn’s face, pinched between two fingers. “Who wants them?”
My hand reacted before I’d even heard all the words, snatching that bit of lace from her grasp and bringing it to my nose before she had time to realize my transgression and punish me for it.
As a beta, the pheromones of alphas and omegas weren’t normally super strong to me.
Sure, I could scent them and could even pick up on the more subtle notes of high emotion at times.
Even with Caine and Lin, though, it had taken me a good while to suss out the nuances of their scents.
Which made my reaction to Taryn even more confounding.
Her scent shouldn’t affect me so. Shouldn’t have me panting and straining in my pants and desperate for every little bit of it I could take in.
I shouldn’t be able to detect the excitement and lust and sly mischief coloring her aroma.
Shouldn’t also be able to detect the quieter undertones of trust (of Lin and me) and love for her alpha.
But I could. And I never wanted that smell to go away.
I opened my eyes, meeting Brea’s gaze. She looked amused, studying me. I swallowed, crushing the (fucking hell, damp) panties in my hand. “I’m sorry, Alpha.”
It was a lie. I wasn’t sorry. And even a punishment from Brea would likely be better than a reward from most anyone else. Still, I was desperate to taste Taryn, to trail my mouth across her skin. If my impetuousness cost me that…well, the panties did smell damn good.
Brea
If someone put a gun to my head and asked me which I prefer, getting my omega off myself or watching, commanding others to do as I wished, it would be lights out because I’d have no answer.
Taryn’s perfume hung thick in the air like humidity, making my heart race and my breaths come short. I hid it, though. I was leading this scene, and I had to maintain my role.
Brooks stared at me, chest heaving, waiting to see if he’d be punished again for swiping my omega’s drenched underwear without permission. Maybe I was going soft for the eager beta, but I gave him a wink and returned to my instructions.
“Lips and tongues only,” I repeated. “Begin.”
They both dove in immediately on either side of my omega’s throat, Lin starting under her jaw just above her clavicle, Brooks targeting the sensitive spot near her ear.
Lin hummed in delight as he lavished open-mouthed kisses down the center of her throat, down to the mound of her left breast over the top of her lacy bra.
The tip of his tongue traced her soft flesh, following the contours of the bra’s lacy edge.
On the right side, Brooks had Taryn’s earlobe in his mouth, pulling and teasing it with his teeth as his palm gripped and rolled over the bulge of his erection.
I watched my stunning, perfect omega as she surrendered herself to the onslaught of pleasure and attention.
Her chest heaved, a subtle shine from sweat coating it.
The city lights strung all around and above us reflected off it, making her almost literally glow as she writhed her hips and bit her lips and moaned her pleasure.