10. Indulge In A Potential Fantasy
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INDULGE IN A POTENTIAL FANTASY
~KAMARI~
D amon’s mouth is relentless, his lips molding against mine in a kiss that leaves no space for hesitation.
I moan into him, my body pressing forward as if to become part of him entirely, my fingers threading into his dark locks. His tongue teases mine, tangling, tasting, and the remnants of vanilla and something uniquely him linger between us, making me crave more.
The ice cream is long forgotten, likely nothing more than a melted pool on the table, but its sweetness still lingers on our tongues, a distant memory compared to the fire igniting in my veins.
My breath stutters when I feel Kieran’s touch, his hand tracing the fabric of my saree, fingertips gliding over each intricate fold and pleat as if deciphering a labyrinth designed just for him.
His lips find the curve of my neck, pressing slow, taunting kisses against the sensitive skin.
A shiver races down my spine, and I tilt my head, giving him more space to explore. The sensation of his mouth at my throat while Damon consumes me from the front is intoxicating, a push and pull of sensation that makes my world tilt.
A thought crosses my mind, wondering if people can see. If they notice how Damon’s large frame practically shields me, his presence commanding all my focus.
But then the thought drifts away like smoke, insignificant. None of it matters.
Not here, not now.
Not when I’m lost in them, in this moment, in the delicious, dangerous warmth of their touch.
Damon finally pulls back, breathless, his forehead pressed to mine, his eyes dark and smoldering. My chest rises and falls, and then I feel it—Kieran’s hand, bold and firm against my thigh.
It’s a silent question.
An offering of tempting sin.
His fingers remain still, waiting, granting me the power to decide what happens next. The control is mine, the pace mine to set.
I could pull away. I could shift, tell him to stop. But I don’t.
Instead, I inhale deeply, my mind fogged with the sensation of their presence, and I remain.
Damon hums lowly, his voice a velvet whisper against my lips.
“Can Kieran have a taste of sweetness, mia principessa?”
My mind immediately jumps to the ice cream, to the possibility of a lingering kiss between us. But before I can fully process, before I can consider what he truly means, I slowly nod.
Act now, think later.
Damon’s smirk deepens, something wicked flashing in his gaze before Kieran shifts. He moves smoothly, and effortlessly, and before I realize what he’s doing, he disappears beneath the table.
My brows lift slightly, and I arch an eyebrow at Damon, whose expression remains utterly composed, though his eyes glint with amusement. My lips part, a question forming, but before I can speak, Damon leans in, pressing his forehead against mine.
His breath ghosts over my lips as he murmurs.
“Your sweetness, mia principessa. The ice cream can certainly wait.”
Oh…
OH.
Oh…my…goddess…
Damon’s voice is a low purr, laced with dark amusement as he watches me with those golden, predatory eyes.
“Tell me, mia principessa,” he drawls, “is all this stimulation making you nice and wet for us?”
The words strike me like lightning, heat rushing to my face, my entire body trembling with awareness.
My thighs press together on instinct, and I realize just how much slick I’ve soaked through my undergarments. The truth of it makes me burn with both embarrassment and something far more dangerous.
I swallow hard, trying to ignore the way my pulse pounds in my ears.
My body’s response is undeniable, but Damon’s bluntness, his absolute lack of shame in voicing what he wants, has me squirming in my seat. He is so different from what I’m used to — he and Kieran are so unique and mysterious, leaving me wondering what the rest of their pack is like to complete their unit.
There’s a careful slowness in their movements; clear communication, and dare I acknowledge it — consent.
The very notion is foreign to me.
I’m used to being taken, used, expected to obey, and be silent about it. That’s what I’ve grown up around. Witnessed it with my innocent eyes, until I was expecting and prepared for my turn in the brutal agony such actions imply, stripping away any hope of grace and kindness.
I accepted all I’d be is a puppet. A piece of property meant to be controlled, never spoken to as if my desires even mattered. But with them, with Damon and Kieran, I am being given a choice. They look at me as if I matter, as if my responses are something they crave rather than demand.
Even if all of this is temporary…
I take a shaky breath, trying to fight against my own conditioned response to feel shame, to feel small under their intense scrutiny. My fingers curl in my lap, nails pressing against my palm as I dare to meet Damon’s eyes head-on.
“Why doesn’t he find out for himself?” I whisper, my voice quiet but steady.
The air around us tightens, thick with tension, the charged kind that coils in my stomach and makes my skin prickle with anticipation.
I brace for his reaction, for anger, for punishment, for something cruel. My cheekiness would never have been tolerated before, and my heart slams against my ribs as I prepare for the worst.
But Damon just grins.
A slow, dangerous grin that stretches across his face like he’s won something.
“Oh, mia principessa,” he muses, his fingers reaching out to grasp my chin, tilting my head up. “That was a very bold thing to say.”
He leans in, his nose brushing against mine, lips so close I can feel the heat of his breath against my skin.
Then, with deliberate slowness, he captures my bottom lip between his teeth, giving a firm tug. It’s just enough to sting, a sharp pinch of pain that turns into something electric, pleasure coursing through my veins like a drug.
My breath catches, a soft, barely-there moan escaping me, and I swear I see his pupils dilate at the sound. His grip on my chin tightens, and then he whispers against my lips.
“Say it again.”
My lashes flutter, my body igniting at the demand.
“Louder,” Damon orders, his voice huskier now. “So Kieran can hear.”
My heart pounds, my pulse thrumming beneath my skin as I fight the instinct to shrink back. I don’t want to back down. Not this time. I’m not sure where this boldness is coming from, but it burns inside me, demanding that I rise to the challenge.
I hold Damon’s gaze and force my voice to be steady.
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” I say again, firmer now.
Damon chuckles, the sound dark and full of wicked delight. His eyes gleam with satisfaction, as if he’s been waiting for me to push back, to play this game with him. He drags his thumb over my swollen bottom lip, his expression full of promise.
Then he kisses me.
Brutal, claiming, devouring.
A kiss that steals my breath and makes my head spin, his hand slipping to the front of my throat, fingers curling around the delicate column.
It isn’t tight, not enough to hurt, just enough to make me keenly aware of his dominance, of the sheer strength coiled beneath his skin.
I shudder beneath his touch, the rush of pleasure making my thighs press together once more. My body betrays me, answering him with eager wetness, the ache between my legs growing unbearable.
He growls into my ear, voice thick with something dangerous and heady.
“I have to admit, you’re the first Omega who has the balls to do that.”
A slow, breathless laugh escapes me.
“Balls are weak and fragile,” I counter, my voice husky. I gather the last bit of my courage and whisper, “Pussies can take a pounding.”
The moment the words leave my lips, Damon stills. A flicker of something wild crosses his expression—approval, intrigue, something deeper I can’t quite name.
Then, he grins.
A wicked, sinful grin that promises nothing but ruin.
His thumb strokes over the hollow of my throat, and he leans in so close that his lips ghost over mine, teasing but not quite touching. The weight of his stare makes my stomach flip, my breath coming quicker.
“We should find that out, shouldn’t we?” he murmurs, his voice dripping with dark amusement.
I swallow hard, my whole body trembling with anticipation.
Oh, Goddess, what have I just gotten myself into?
Damon’s voice rumbles in amusement, his golden gaze flickering with wicked delight.
"Did you hear what our Omega just said?" he asks, his tone dripping with satisfaction.
A warm shiver runs down my spine as I feel the lightest touch at my thigh — Kieran.
His fingers graze my skin just beneath the table, gentle and deliberate, as if to remind me that he is there. That he won’t push, won’t take anything I don’t freely give.
It is a reassurance, a silent promise that I have every opportunity to say no.
But I don’t.
Kieran hums, his voice low and silken.
"Loud and clear," he murmurs, his mismatched eyes locking onto mine. His gaze is heated, but there is something else in it too—an intensity that makes my breath catch. "And I can smell her," he confesses, his lips curling into a teasing smirk.
"Sweet and absolutely drenched."
My thighs press together involuntarily, but that only makes the wetness between them more obvious.
Damon chuckles, delighted, watching as I struggle to keep my composure. Kieran licks his lips slowly, deliberately, like he can already taste me. His expression is almost submissive in the way he watches me, but I can feel the hunger radiating from him.
I try to hold steady, to maintain some semblance of control, but my voice betrays me as I mutter.
"You’re taking too long."
Kieran chuckles, the sound warm and vibrating against my skin.
"Is our Omega impatient?" he teases, the weight of his touch pressing slightly more against my thigh.
I pout, my lower lip jutting out.
"I’m not impatient," I argue, though my voice carries a breathy edge that says otherwise. "You’re just delaying, waiting for me to change my mind."
Damon smirks proudly, his dark amusement deepening as he exchanges a glance with Kieran. "You think so?" Kieran murmurs, voice softer, more coaxing.
My heart pounds as he lifts the draping material of my saree, his fingers careful but intentional. The shift of fabric exposes my heated flesh to the cool air, and I shudder as the contrast heightens my sensitivity.
Kieran exhales a slow, controlled breath before he lets out a low whistle.
"Our mia principessa is soaked," he remarks, voice edged with admiration. "I bet she’s sweeter than the ice cream."
Damon’s smirk only grows.
"Then enjoy a taste."
Kieran grins, shifting lower with a quiet.
"Gladly…on my very knees."
My breath hitches as Kieran disappears beneath the table, his hands warm against my thighs. My eyes widen, my lips parting in a soft gasp as I watch Damon, who only smirks as if daring me to stop this. But I don’t want to.
The first touch of Kieran’s tongue sends a sharp bolt of pleasure through me. I fight the instinct to flinch, to jerk away from the unfamiliar sensation.
But it isn’t unpleasant — it’s devastatingly good.
A low whimper slips from me, my head tilting back slightly as Kieran makes a sound of pure satisfaction. He takes his time, his tongue slow and indulgent as he licks between my folds, savoring the taste of me.
Damon watches me, eyes dark with hunger, his thumb tracing along my lips.
"So fucking sweet," Kieran groans, his voice vibrating against me, sending a fresh wave of heat pooling low in my belly.
He pulls back just enough to glance up at me, his tongue swiping over his lower lip as if unwilling to waste a single drop.
"Best I dive right in."
My entire body tenses, anticipation curling through me like a live wire as I brace for the overwhelming pleasure to come.
Kieran wastes no time. His mouth is on me, his tongue sliding between my folds without hesitation as if he’s been starving for the taste of me. The sensation is devastating, pleasure blooming in waves that make my thighs quiver.
I try to contain the moan of relief that threatens to break free, but I can barely hold it back.
Damon doesn’t give me the chance to even try. His lips capture mine in a hungry, claiming kiss, muffling my moans with a dark, approving growl.
"Mmm, you sound so fucking good when you moan, mia principessa," he murmurs against my lips, nipping at the bottom one. "A sound like that—a whimsical symphony—shouldn’t be wasted on anyone unworthy."
I shudder, overwhelmed by the dual sensations—the devastatingly slow strokes of Kieran’s tongue below and the wicked heat of Damon’s mouth above. The sharp snap of fingers makes my eyes flutter open, though my mind is far too hazy with pleasure to comprehend what such a simple sound means.
"Moan louder, mia principessa," Damon commands.
My body obeys before my mind even catches up. A groan spills past my lips, directly into his mouth as he swallows the sound greedily like he owns it. That sound only seems to ignite the wildfire inside me, heat and pleasure crashing through me as Kieran licks me like I’m the most decadent thing he’s ever tasted.
I can feel the wetness pooling, dripping down my thighs, and Kieran doesn’t hesitate to savor every drop.
He moans softly against me, the vibrations of his pleasure sending another wave of heat through me. The obscene sound of him devouring me fills the air, the lewd slurps only making me burn hotter.
Damon smirks as he watches me unravel.
"You’re dripping, cara. Kieran is drinking you up like the sweetest wine."
A rush of arousal floods me at his words, my back arching as I press myself closer against him. Damon tugs at his tie with a slow, lazy pull, watching me as if savoring every second of my undoing.
I groan against his lips, suddenly desperate for something I can’t quite name. I want to match this intensity, to feel like I’m not just losing myself, but taking something, too. He seems to sense it, his golden eyes darkening with something unreadable before he leans back just enough for me to take control.
Goddess, can a man ever be so perfect?
Without hesitation, I reach for his tie, pulling him back to me with a fierce tug. The silk slides loose with ease, and my fingers immediately work at the buttons of his dress shirt, impatient.
The frustration builds as my trembling hands struggle against the material, so I do the only thing that makes sense in my haze—I grip the seams and yank.
The sharp sound of buttons popping off fills the air, some bouncing off the table, others hitting the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment.
Damon chuckles darkly, clearly entertained by my recklessness.
"Impatient, are we?"
I don’t answer, too lost in the next desperate, messy kiss we share, all heat and urgency. My hands roam over his now-bare chest, feeling the firm ridges of muscle, the heat of his skin searing into my palms.
Below, Kieran groans as if my pleasure fuels him, and he isn’t trying to be quiet about it anymore. He eats me with devotion as if it’s his only purpose in this moment. His tongue flicks expertly, swirling and stroking, dipping deep as if he wants to claim every inch of me.
I’ve never had a partner take their time to worship me like this; not possibly had someone so singularly focused on my pleasure in comparison to their own.
And now, not just one, but two men are drowning me in sensations I’d never thought possible.
Kieran moans against my soaked flesh and the sensation of the vibration sends shockwaves up my spine. He drinks me in like a man lost in the desert finding his first drop of water, as if I’m his lifeline.
It’s intoxicating, overwhelming, and I can barely process it all.
Damon smirks at my reaction, his hands tightening in my hair as he tilts my head to deepen our kiss.
"No one has ever taken care of you like this, have they?" His voice is rough, smug, and the words hit somewhere deep inside me, right in the part that has always craved this kind of attention, this kind of devotion.
Kieran hums in agreement from between my legs, and I cry out when he slides a single finger inside me, curling just right.
"No one who deserved her," he murmurs, his voice dark with something possessive.
It’s all too much to take, and I know even with my orgasm threatening to ruin me with the dual sensation of pleasure and arousal entwining dangerously, I want to experience even more.
I don’t want this to end…
"Let go, principessa," Damon encourages, his voice sin itself. "Come for us. Let us feel it."
I shatter at their words, my entire body tightening with pleasure as Kieran continues his assault on my senses. Damon watches me, fascinated, as I completely come undone beneath them.
Kieran sucks my clit between his lips, and that’s it—the coil inside me further snaps, and I cry out, my body shaking as waves of pleasure crash over me. My thighs squeeze around Kieran’s head, but he only groans, holding me in place as he drinks up every last drop of my release.
Damon is there to claim my lips so effortlessly, his hands pressing against my cheeks to keep my head still enough for him to lay soft, possessive kisses against my jaw as I struggle to catch my breath.
Kieran finally resurfaces, licking his lips with satisfaction as he looks up at me, his eyes blown with lust.
"Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined."
Damon grins, wiping away a stray drop of my slick from Kieran’s chin before bringing his fingers to his own mouth, tasting me himself. His groan is deep, reverent.
"A delicacy," he murmurs, smirking down at me as he strokes my cheek. "And all ours, if she wishes to be."
Fuck...
I can have this.
To dare dream of this potential possibility?
My breath hitches at the weight of his words, the promise behind them. My body hums, already craving more, but my heart pounds for an entirely different reason.
For the first time, I wonder if I’ve found something I never thought I could have; a potential possibility that goes beyond pleasure and desire.
An opportunity of belonging.
Damon's golden eyes gleam as he tilts his head slightly, a knowing smirk curling his lips.
"Tell me, mia principessa, do you want to take this a step further?"
My heart pounds in my chest, each beat syncing with the heat pulsing low in my belly. I bite my lip, trying not to overthink it—not to let the weight of possibility cloud the undeniable yearning surging through me.
I dare to wonder just how far this could go, just how much pleasure these two could unravel from me. But still, a lingering doubt makes my breath hitch.
"Is it going to get us in trouble?" I ask, my voice softer than I intended.
My cheeks flame at the ridiculousness of my question, but I can’t stop my eyes from flickering toward Kieran.
He watches me, slow and deliberate as he runs his tongue along his lips, tasting what remains of me. The sight alone would make my knees buckle if I was standing, but my thighs press together to try and tame the possibilities of him or Damon for the matter, in catching my arousal scent…a gain .
His mismatched eyes glint with mischief, and yet, there’s something reassuring in them. As if he’s waiting for me to choose, to decide just how much further I want to go.
"No one will disturb us until we’re done," he assures, his voice thick with promise.
The way he speaks those words with confidence makes my skin prickle, my nerves dancing between excitement and intrigue. I look between them, my heart galloping wildly as my mind scrambles to piece together the implications.
"Why?" I ask slowly, licking my lips. "Does it have to do with…" I hesitate before adding, "Damon snapping his fingers?"
Damon hums in approval, his smirk deepening.
"You’re quite observant, Kamari," He leans in and presses a lingering kiss against my temple before he leans back to admire me. It was the first time hearing my name slip out of his lips, leaving me wishing to hear it again and again.
It takes a lot of restraint to not request such possibilities.
His hands move to his dress shirt, the one I had so eagerly torn open earlier, and he slips it from his shoulders, placing it neatly to the side.
The sight leaves me breathless while my eyes greedily prepare to take him in, inch by inch. My gaze trails over him, drinking in the sculpted muscles that ripple beneath his tanned skin. Every bit of him is sheer perfection, chiseled and strong, yet there isn't a single tattoo adorning him.
A surprising contrast to the dangerous aura he exudes.
The sight obviously proves he’s well in shape, but what I deeply appreciate is that the display proves he takes care of himself. You’d be surprised by how many Alphas go to the gym to show off more than they do to maintain and continue to be fit and healthy, but Damon’s physique and confident glow prove he commits to maintaining his outward appearance for multiple reasons.
Some more “obvious” than others.
Kieran chuckles, dragging me back from my momentary trance.
"You’re staring, princess."
Heat floods my face, and the instinct to turn away makes me shift. Damon’s fingers catch my chin before I can retreat, his smirk widening.
"Don’t be shy now," he teases, his voice a velvety caress. "You’ve already stripped me with your eyes."
The warmth in my cheeks deepens, and Kieran's chuckle morphs into a low, approving hum.
"She’s adorable when she’s flustered."
Damon works on his belt buckle, his movements slow, calculated, meant to make my breath hitch with anticipation.
"There’s no way you’re leaving now," he murmurs, his gaze locking onto mine. "Not until I get a feel of you."
A fresh wave of heat coils inside me at his words, and I shift under the intensity of their attention.
"Define 'feel,'" I manage to whisper, my voice more confident than I expected.
Damon’s lips twitch, amusement flickering in his eyes as he steps closer, caging me in his presence.
"You ask dangerous questions, mia principessa," he murmurs, his fingers grazing my jaw, tilting my chin up until I’m drowning in the depths of his gaze.
The weight of his attention, the sheer dominance behind his stance, is intoxicating. I can barely think straight, my mind muddled with lust, with the sheer thrill of testing just how much control I can seize from them.
His thumb strokes over my bottom lip, and I know — I’m in trouble.
Delicious, toe-curling trouble and I don’t want to be anywhere else.
A slow, teasing chuckle escapes Kieran as he watches the tension coil between us. His fingers trail along the curve of my hip, barely there, but enough to send shivers through my core.
"I think she likes getting caught in the act," he muses, his voice a lazy drawl. "She’s getting bolder, too."
Damon hums, his lips curling at the corners.
"I like that about her. Our principessa doesn’t just surrender—she dares."
The words send another rush of heat spiraling through me.
I’ve never been told that before.
Never been encouraged to push, to challenge, to take. I’ve always been expected to submit, to yield, to be something delicate and breakable. But not here. Not with them.
I inhale sharply, my body humming with an undeniable need, my pulse a frantic, erratic beat against my ribs. Damon senses it, his smirk growing as he takes my hand, guiding it toward his belt.
"If you want to know what ‘feel’ means, Kamari, why don’t you find out for yourself?" His challenge is a whisper, dark and promising.
My fingers tremble as they brush against the cool metal of his belt buckle.
A thrill races through me, a wicked kind of excitement I’ve never quite experienced before. I look up at him, watching the way his eyes darken with anticipation, his breath coming just a little heavier.
I take my time.
If they want me to dare, to push, then I will. My fingers work slowly, deliberately, unfastening the buckle, sliding the leather free with deliberate intent.
Damon watches me closely, his expression unreadable but intense, as if daring me to continue.
Behind me, Kieran’s hands slip beneath the fabric of my dress, his touch warm and teasing.
"She’s learning fast," he murmurs against my shoulder, pressing a lazy kiss there.
A sharp gasp leaves me as Damon’s pants fall open, his arousal evident, straining against the confines of his briefs. I swallow, my breath hitching, my heart hammering against my ribs. The air between us thickens, anticipation crackling like electricity.
Damon tilts my chin up once more, forcing me to meet his gaze.
"You started this, principessa," he murmurs, his thumb dragging across my lower lip. "Now, let’s see if you can finish it."
Damon's hands move with deliberate slowness, his fingers unhooking his zipper with a sound that echoes far too loudly in the quiet space.
I swallow hard, my eyes locked on the movement as his cock finally springs free, thick, veiny, and already glistening with precum.
My breath catches, and I fight the urge to bite my bottom lip, but my body betrays me as my tongue darts out to wet them, a subconscious thirst taking over.
Kieran chuckles beside me, his voice low and teasing.
"Do you like what you see?"
I nod before I can stop myself, my voice coming out nearly breathless.
"Yes."
The air thickens around us, the weight of unspoken possibilities pressing down on me. My heart pounds, half with excitement, half with the lingering fear of being caught.
"But what if someone walks in? What if someone sees?"
Damon, ever the composed one, leans in close, his lips brushing my ear as he whispers.
"No one will enter until we’re finished."
The possessiveness in his tone sends a shiver down my spine, and I barely have time to recover before his hand trails along the edge of my saree, the fabric a mere whisper beneath his fingertips.
"That means we can do whatever you want. Remove whatever you want."
I turn my head just enough to meet his gaze, my bottom lip caught between my teeth to keep myself from instinctively responding. But Damon is too observant, and his smirk widens in appreciation before he dips his head, murmuring.
"What’s our Omega picturing?"
Before I can answer, Kieran’s warm breath teases the other side of my neck, his lips brushing feather-light kisses along my sensitive skin.
"Want to paint out a fantasy, just like in those books you enjoy reading?"
The thought alone makes my body flush, my mind flickering to the novel I had abandoned mid-scene, a particularly intense chapter that had threatened to ruin my focus for the rest of the day. My lips part before I can stop myself, and I murmur.
"I’d want to work up Damon's cock first… and maybe get out of these clothes… and… well…"
I trail off, suddenly too embarrassed to continue, my hands flying to my face in an attempt to hide.
Kieran makes a soft noise of amusement before gently taking one of my hands, and pressing a kiss to my knuckles.
"Ask, and you shall receive."
His voice is a low promise, coaxing, seductive.
"If this was your only opportunity to enjoy this, with no judgment, no evidence of what we’re about to do, are you just going to suck some cock and call it a night?"
His words strike something deep within me, shaking me to my core. He’s right. This is an opportunity, a moment of indulgence that I might never have again.
The doubts and lingering hesitation begin to melt away, replaced with raw, aching desire.
"So…no evidence?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. "No one will watch and use this against me as blackmail?"
I know all too well the dangers of a world where Omegas are taken advantage of, used, and discarded, their shame wielded like a weapon.
My ex-soon-to-be husband and his pack were masters of blackmail, their power built on the ruins of broken Omegas. I refuse to fall into that trap, even if these Alphas seem kinder, and more patient. I need assurance.
Damon lifts my chin gently, forcing my gaze onto his.
"Nothing will be used against you. No footage. No blackmail. This is my space, my VIP establishment. I invest millions into keeping it exactly how I want it. And when I snap my fingers, this space is mine." His confidence is one thing, but I can see the truth in the depths of his eyes. He’s not playing around with me. He’s 100% serious. "I can swear nothing will be used against you tonight, Kamari.”
His voice drops to a husky murmur, his next words sinking deep into my bones.
"So let me ask you again, mia principessa. What do you want us to do?"
I inhale sharply, my nerves battling against the thrill shooting through me. But I know what I want.
I don’t want to waste this moment.
I square my shoulders, swallowing down the last of my apprehension.
Ask and you shall receive, Kamari. Stop being frightened of the future when you’re living in the present.
"I want to strip naked, suck you both off, and be laid upon this table bare, front side down, and fucked senseless from behind."
The moment the words leave my lips, I feel the shift in the air—a dangerous, electric hum of approval from both men. And I know there is no turning back now.
Kieran hums lowly, his eyes gleaming with something dark and feral as if savoring my bold declaration.
"That’s a hell of an answer, mia principessa,” he teases and adds, “Should we throw in some handcuffs, too?”
My jaw drops in response, and yet the idea only makes slick gush between my legs, forcing me to squeeze them tightly.
Oh , Goddess, I’m a sinful mess…
Damon’s smirk deepens, his gaze roaming over me as if already envisioning everything I’ve just offered up to him.
“Doable,” he assures me as if he just casually has handcuffs lying around in his pocket or something. "Then let’s not waste any time."
His fingers trace the delicate fabric of my saree, his touch both reverent and commanding as he slowly begins to undo the drapes of my clothing. Each layer removed is like another barrier between us falling away, exposing me to their ravenous eyes, and yet I don’t shy away.
If anything, my skin burns under the intensity of their attention.
Kieran’s hands replace Damon’s, his rough fingers ghosting over my bare thighs as he kneels before me, the heat of his breath searing against my skin.
"You wanted to start with Damon’s cock first, didn’t you?"
My throat tightens, and I nod, suddenly hyperaware of the hunger coiled in my belly, the ache of anticipation pooling between my legs. Kieran approvingly rises up, swiftly moving the table forward just enough to give us space, my attention all focused on Damon’s long length.
Just seeing how affected he is by me makes me want to reward him. To prove to him that I’m not just like any other Omega, but more unique and talented in various ways.
It’s an odd thought process to acknowledge, but I can’t help but force myself to have some sort of expectation to reach and explore.
To surpass the standards expected of me.
Damon steps closer, his hand wrapping around the base of his thick, leaking cock, stroking it once before guiding it toward me.
"Then show us, princess," he murmurs, his voice a dark promise. "Show us exactly what you want."
I wet my lips, emboldened by the way both men watched me so intently, so hungrily. The thought of being completely bare, vulnerable yet worshipped, sends another flood of arousal rushing through me.
I lower myself, positioning between them as I take Damon in my hands, feeling the weight of him, the heat, the way his cock twitches under my touch. Kieran watches with hooded eyes, back at my side, his breath uneven as if restraining himself.
I flick my gaze up to Damon, making sure our eye contact is locked in before watching his lips part as I finally wrap my mouth around the head of his cock, tasting the salt of his precum, feeling the sheer size of him stretching my lips.
A low, pleased growl rumbles from his chest, his fingers threading through my hair as he groans.
"Good Omega. Just like that."
My instincts go haywire with any bit of praise, and how my standards only rise in my performance, wanting to work him up until he’s groaning and shaking for his climax.
Kieran watches me work, his breaths shallow, his pupils blown wide.
"Fuck, that’s beautiful." He leans forward, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against my hip, teasing me as his fingers continue their slow exploration of my exposed skin. “Look at how stunning she looks moving up and down your cock, Damon. Never seen a beauty like this work so well.”
The moment stretches endlessly, a blur of pleasure, submission, and raw desire as I lose myself in the act, reveling in their attention, their approval, the way they devour me with their eyes.
Damon groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his chest as I move up and down his length, my tongue gliding over every ridge and vein. His fingers tighten in my hair, his hips bucking slightly as he fights the urge to take control.
"Look at her," Kieran murmurs, his voice thick with admiration. "The way she works you up, Damon...I bet you won't last long."
Damon grits his teeth, a growl slipping from his lips as he yanks my head back just enough to meet my eyes. The hunger in his gaze is almost predatory.
"You might be right," he admits before pushing me back down onto his cock.
I let him take control, surrendering to the rhythm he sets.
He thrusts deep, his pace steady but deliberate, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat with every stroke. My body hums in response, the heat between my legs growing unbearable, my nipples tightening with sensitivity.
Kieran kneels beside me, his fingers ghosting over my bare skin, not hesitating to trail along my very sensitive nips, driving me even more insane.
"You love this, don't you? Taking him so deep, making him come undone."
I can only moan around Damon, my sounds muffled as he fucks into my mouth, his groans growing more desperate. The vibrations of my moan make him curse, his fingers gripping my hair tighter as his thrusts become more erratic.
This is too good. This unique dance of power play and blended roles. It’s almost too much for my senses, overwhelming to grasp and endure, but I’m thriving on a high I’ve never experienced.
A rollercoaster I’ve never had the privilege to endure.
"Fuck," Damon hisses, his jaw clenching. "She's too good. I can't hold back."
Kieran chuckles, leaning in to press a kiss to my shoulder.
"Then don't. Let her take everything."
Damon's grip tightens just as his cock twitches against my tongue. His groan is deep, primal, as he stills, his release spilling into my mouth in hot spurts. My body shudders at the sensation, my own pleasure heightened by the sound of his satisfaction.
He pulls out slowly, his thumb brushing over my lips as I part them to show him I took every drop. Kieran tilts my chin up, his smirk full of pride.
"That’s our Omega. Show our leader how you swallowed every droplet of his release.”
I swallow every last drop, licking my lips as I pull back, the taste of Damon still lingering on my tongue.
A warmth spreads through me, not just from the act itself, but from the way he watches me with hooded eyes, his breathing heavy and uneven. He groans, his fingers tightening slightly in my hair before sliding down to cup my cheek.
"So fucking good," he murmurs, his voice thick with approval. "So fucking obedient."
The praise sends a shiver down my spine, my body humming with need.
Before I can fully register it, his lips crash against mine, the kiss both possessive and rewarding. I moan into it, relishing the way his tongue sweeps against mine, claiming me all over again.
His fingers ghost along my jawline before he pulls back just enough to whisper against my lips.
"Are you going to work Kieran's cock even better?"
I nod, urgency burning in my veins, my body already aching for more.
The idea of pleasing them both, of having them watch my every move, sets my pulse racing. Damon smirks at my eagerness, his grip tightening at the back of my head as he tugs me forward for another kiss—firmer this time, filled with raw approval.
My lips part willingly, accepting everything he gives, wanting nothing more than to prove myself worthy of their attention.
When he finally releases me, I blink up at him, my breath coming in short gasps. He steps back, his smirk never fading as he turns to Kieran, who is already watching me with dark, intense eyes.
Kieran shifts, sitting back along the black leather booth bench, his body radiating ease and confidence. He spreads his legs wide, the movement deliberate, meant to draw my attention.
And it does.
My gaze drops instinctively to the thick length of him, and something in my chest tightens in anticipation.
"Crawl to me, princess," Kieran instructs, his voice smooth but firm. There’s a flicker of amusement in his gaze as if he knows exactly how much his command affects me.
I smirk, letting the moment stretch for just a second longer before I slowly push myself back onto my heels. A deliberate tease. Damon chuckles behind me, his approval evident in the way he watches my every move.
Kieran arches a single brow, a slow, knowing smirk playing at his lips, but he makes no move to urge me forward.
He enjoys this, watching me hesitate, watching me make the decision for myself. I let the tension build, dragging out the moment before finally, I shift onto all fours.
I move deliberately, my palms pressing into the cool surface beneath me as I begin my slow crawl forward.
My hips sway naturally, my spine arching ever so slightly, emphasizing the curve of my body as I move toward him. My fingers flex against the floor with each controlled movement, my breathing steady, yet my heart hammering with anticipation.
Kieran's gaze darkens, his throat bobbing as he watches me. His expression is unreadable, but the slight twitch of his fingers against his thigh betrays the restraint he's holding onto.
I keep my eyes locked on his, moving closer, feeling the heat between us grow unbearable. Each slow, deliberate crawl sends another wave of anticipation through me, my body responding to the power of the moment. I reach him, kneeling between his legs, my hands resting lightly on his thighs.
A sharp inhale from Kieran makes satisfaction coil in my belly. He doesn’t look away, doesn’t blink, only studies me with an intensity that makes my skin prickle.
I crave his attention more than I’d dare admit.
"Fuck, princess," he mutters, his voice hoarse. "You like making me wait, don’t you?"
I let a teasing smirk tug at my lips as I trail my fingers along the inside of his thigh, feeling the heat of him against my palm.
"Maybe," I whisper, tilting my head. "Or maybe I just like watching you squirm."
A low growl rumbles from his chest, his hands flexing against the arms of the chair.
"Brat."
Before he can react, before he can even consider taking control, I wrap my fingers around him, feeling his heavy weight in my grasp. His cock twitches at my touch, the first sign of his restraint slipping.
I stroke him once, slow and purposeful, watching the way his breath hitches, and how his muscles tense beneath me. Then, without hesitation, I lean forward and take him into my mouth in one fluid motion.
Kieran groans, his head tilting back against the chair as my lips stretch around him, taking him deep. His fingers finally move, tangling into my hair, but he doesn’t push—he only holds, letting me take my time, letting me control the pace.
I hollow my cheeks, my tongue gliding along the length of him as I move, sucking him deeper, savoring every reaction he gives me. The way his breath stutters, the way his grip tightens just slightly, the way his muscles tremble beneath my touch—it’s intoxicating.
Damon watches from the side, his eyes gleaming with something possessive.
"That’s it," he murmurs. "Take him just like that."
I moan softly, the vibrations making Kieran hiss between his teeth. His hips jerk slightly, and I press my hands against his thighs, steadying him, showing him that I want this. That I can take him.
"Fuck, she’s good," Kieran mutters, his voice strained as he watches me. "So fucking good."
His praise only fuels me, making me sink deeper, working him in long, steady strokes, each one drawing a new groan from his lips. I lose myself in the rhythm, in the way he reacts to every flick of my tongue, every tightening of my lips around him.
Kieran curses under his breath, his hand flexing in my hair before finally, he gives in, his hips lifting slightly, meeting me halfway. He’s holding back, I can feel it, but I don’t want restraint—I want all of him.
I grip his thighs tighter, pressing my tongue against the thick vein running along his length, and the moment I do, he snaps. His hand tightens in my hair as he groans, his hips thrusting forward in a controlled but desperate rhythm.
"That’s it, princess," Damon murmurs, his voice like silk. "Take him. Every inch, move nice and smooth. Just like that."
The heat between my legs is unbearable, my body aching for more, but I don’t stop. I push further, taking him deeper, my throat relaxing as I let him claim my mouth.
Kieran growls low, his body tensing as his climax looms closer.
"She’s going to make me fucking come," he mutters, his voice rough with need.
I hum in response, the vibrations making him curse as his grip tightens. His control slips completely, his hips moving faster, chasing his release.
He’s close.
I can feel it with how his shaft seems to get bigger, while it twitches almost uncontrollably as it moves roughly in and out with deep quick thrusts.
“S-Shit,” he curses and hisses, and it’s only a matter of time.
Just a bit more…
With a final groan, he stills, his cock throbbing as he spills into my mouth, his body shuddering beneath my touch. I take everything he gives, swallowing eagerly, savoring the taste of him, the raw satisfaction of knowing I’ve undone him completely.
As he pulls back, his fingers trail along my jaw, his expression a mixture of satisfaction and admiration.
"Fuck," he breathes, shaking his head. “This naughty little mouth that looks so small and innocent was made to be perfect at pleasing us, huh?”
Damon chuckles, stepping forward, his eyes glinting with approval as he tilts my chin up.
"Our perfect little princess," he murmurs, his thumb swiping over my bottom lip. "Now for the grand finale, yes?”
Kieran extends his hand, offering it to me, his touch warm and grounding.
I take it, letting him help me up, but before I can fully find my balance, Damon has me in his grasp. A gasp escapes me as he presses me against him, his body firm, unyielding. The heat radiating from his skin seeps into mine, making me hyper-aware of every sensation, every inch of contact between us.
His breath is warm against my ear as he leans in, voice low and teasing.
"What’s your preference, mia principessa?"
A shiver dances down my spine.
"Preference?"
Damon’s fingers ghost down my side, his free hand sliding up to cup my breast, squeezing just enough to draw a moan from my lips.
"Rough or soft? Fast or slow?"
My breath hitches as his cock, already hard, rubs against my ass cheek, the sheer size of him making my mind race with wicked thoughts.
A loud moan betrays me at the idea of something so forbidden, so unexplored, and my hips press back instinctively.
Damon growls, a deep, rumbling sound of approval. He nestles his face against the nape of my neck, his lips ghosting over my skin.
"Be careful, mia principessa," he warns, his voice strained with restraint. "I can’t control myself if you’re taunting me so close to the edge."
I inhale sharply, tilting my head to give him more access to my neck.
"I thought you said you had control of any environment."
His smirk is felt more than seen as he trails his tongue along the side of my neck, flicking my earlobe once more before his fingers pinch my nipple. The sharp sting sends another jolt of pleasure straight between my legs, and I whimper, torn between the delicious pain and the overwhelming pleasure.
"You’re right," Damon murmurs against my skin, his voice like silk and sin. "But the funny thing about you? You don’t seem to like aligning with my control."
A slow smile tugs at my lips, and I turn my head enough to meet his eyes, heavy with desire.
"Maybe that means I should be punished for breaking the rules."
His pupils darken, his grip on my waist tightening just enough to make me feel owned.
"A slow, torturous punishment?" His tone drips with dark amusement, but I can sense the anticipation beneath it, the way he’s already mapping out exactly how he wants to claim me.
I bite my lip, excitement thrumming through me.
"I can agree to those terms…but only if you spank me at least once."
Damon chuckles, the sound a mix of mischief and hunger. He kisses my cheek, his lips brushing my skin as he whispers.
"As long as you call me Daddy and be a good little girl for me."
Heat rushes to my face, but the thrill is undeniable.
"Fuck yes."
I’ve surely lost my mind.
Our lips crash together, the kiss desperate, claiming, a promise of what’s to come. Damon’s fingers dig into my hips, his need barely restrained, while Kieran groans from behind us.
"As hot as this is," Kieran drawls, voice thick with amusement and arousal, "the two of you better start fucking before I lose my mind. All this chemistry is making me horny as fuck, and I want to shoot my shot down our princess’ throat again."
A thrill rushes through me at his words, and I let myself get lost in the promise of what’s about to unfold. I know I’m in for the night of my life.
Damon chuckles darkly, his breath hot against my ear.
"That can be arranged."
Before I can respond, he lifts me effortlessly, his strength undeniable as he moves me like I weigh nothing.
My breath catches as he lays me onto the cool black marble of the table. I brace for the hard drop, expecting to be tossed carelessly, but he eases me down with surprising tenderness as if I’m something fragile, something precious.
The contrast stuns me. The way he wields dominance yet treats me with such care, as if I need to be protected even in my submission, is intoxicating.
My front side presses against the cold surface, a stark contrast to the heat burning between us. The cool sensation sends a shiver through my spine, but before I can react further, Damon leans over me, his lips brushing against my skin.
The first kiss lands between my shoulder blades, soft yet commanding, a mere whisper of what’s to come. Then another. And another.
Each one lower, trailing down my spine, his lips firm yet reverent, as if he’s marking a path down my body. I arch under his touch, my nerves alight, my body buzzing with anticipation. Each press of his mouth feels like a silent claim, a promise, and the mere thought sends a new wave of arousal flooding through me.
A sharp nip at the small of my back makes me gasp, the sting only adding to the spiraling pleasure building inside me.
Damon groans lowly, his hands spreading over my hips, squeezing, kneading, ensuring I feel every ounce of his possession.
"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice dripping with admiration. "So perfect, so ready for us."
I barely have time to process his words before he shifts, his thick length pressing against the curve of my ass.
I whimper at the contact, my body automatically pushing back into him, a silent plea for more. He chuckles at my desperation, his fingers trailing down to spread my legs further apart, exposing me completely.
"Fuck," Damon breathes, his fingers sliding along the slickness between my thighs. "Look at you, already dripping all over the table."
Kieran steps closer, his presence a new pulse of heat in the already-charged atmosphere. He whistles lowly, amusement lacing his tone.
"Damn, she’s soaked." His fingers brush along my cheek before tilting my chin up to meet his gaze. "We’re gonna have to clean you up nicely afterward, sweetheart."
The implication alone sends a new wave of heat flooding through me, my mind momentarily dazed by the thought of what 'afterward' might entail. What would happen once they were both satisfied?
Would they hold me? Would they leave me in a crumpled mess on the table? The uncertainty should scare me, but instead, it excites me.
Damon grips my hips, pulling me back just enough before lining himself up. The thick head of his cock presses against my entrance, teasing, testing.
I inhale sharply, bracing myself against the edges of the table.
Then he pushes forward.
A cry rips from my lips as he stretches me open, a delicious burn that has my thighs trembling, my fingers gripping the marble so tightly that my knuckles whiten.
The sensation is overwhelming, his cock pushing into me inch by inch, spreading me wider than I’ve ever been. My breath comes in short, desperate gasps, my body struggling to accommodate the sheer size of him.
Damon groans, his voice strained as if barely holding himself together.
"God, you’re tight, Kamari."
His words send another pulse of arousal through me, my walls clenching around him in response. He hisses, his fingers digging into my skin, and I can only imagine the way his jaw is clenched, his eyes squeezed shut as he fights to keep himself from losing control.
I force myself to relax, to adjust to the intrusion, but it’s impossible to ignore the way he fills me so completely, leaving no space untouched.
My mind races, and for a brief second, a stray thought flutters through—thank the goddess I’m on birth control. I’ve avoided taking heat suppressants because of their expense, but right now, none of it matters.
All that matters is the way he begins to move, slow at first, letting me adjust, savoring every second of my body's reaction to him.
The first thrust is deep and precise, and I cry out, my entire body arching under him.
He groans above me, his fingers tightening on my hips as he pulls back only to slam forward again, harder this time. My body jolts against the table, a moan tearing from my throat as pleasure surges through me.
"Fuck, you're taking me so well," Damon growls, his voice thick with restraint, but I can hear it—the edges of his control beginning to fray. "So fucking good. That’s right, baby. You and this fucking tight pussy of yours is going to be good for Daddy, yes?"
“Mhmm,” I whimper, feeling out all the sensations.
“Words, Kamari,” Kieran encourages, forcing my chin off the table so I have no choice but to peer up at him. He’s holding my chin in his grasp while the other is already stroking his cock that’s more than ready for my hot mouth stimulation.
“Yes, Daddy,” I say between pants as his thrusts begin to pick up pace.
“Good,” he grunts. “That’s my obedient little girl working Daddy with her tight pussy.
Damon’s grip on my hips tightens as he picks up the pace, fucking me deep and relentless.
The marble table beneath me creaks with the force of his thrusts, the cool surface pressing against my sensitive nipples, adding another layer of pleasure to the overwhelming sensations coursing through me.
I moan, my sounds growing louder as my lips part, desperate and wanting, needing more.
Kieran chuckles, watching me with hooded eyes, his own cock already in his hand, thick and eager for my mouth.
"Look at our girl," he murmurs, tilting my chin up so our eyes lock. "So fucking pretty when you’re falling apart. You want it, don’t you?"
I nod frantically, my body burning, my mind fogged with pleasure.
My tongue flicks out, teasing the air between us, silently begging him. Kieran smirks, rewarding my neediness by pressing the tip of his cock against my lips.
"Start slow, baby," he commands, his tone smooth but firm. "Let me feel that pretty tongue."
I obey, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his arousal.
My lips part further, taking him in inch by inch, my moans vibrating against his length. Damon growls at the sight, his thrusts growing more forceful, his cock stretching me in ways that make my toes curl. The sound of wetness and flesh meeting flesh fills the air, mingling with our moans.
Kieran doesn’t push fully inside my mouth yet, teasing himself as much as me, letting me adjust, savoring the moment. He strokes a hand through my hair, his fingers tangling at the roots as he watches me with a smirk of approval.
"Fuck, that mouth of yours is heaven," he praises, his voice thick with need. "But I want to hear more of those pretty moans. Let Damon fuck them out of you."
As if answering his call, Damon angles his hips, hitting something devastating inside me that has my body tensing, my moans no longer restrained.
Kieran takes the opportunity to slide further into my mouth, groaning as my throat tightens around him.
"That’s it," Damon grunts, his voice strained, his movements growing wilder, more desperate. "You take me so fucking well, baby. So damn tight."
Kieran lets out a shaky breath, his control slipping as he thrusts shallowly into my mouth, matching Damon’s rhythm. My body is caught between them, pleasure building so intensely it feels like I’m losing myself to it.
Every inch of me is hyperaware of them—Damon stretching me to my limits, Kieran fucking my mouth with slow, deliberate strokes, both of them focused entirely on me.
The realization that I am their sole focus sends another rush of arousal through me, making my body tremble. I’m not just a bystander to their pleasure—I’m the cause of it. The center of their attention.
And it’s intoxicating.
"She’s getting close," Kieran murmurs, his grip on my hair tightening as I moan around him, the vibrations making his cock throb against my tongue. "I can feel it."
Damon groans in agreement, his pace becoming downright punishing, forcing my body to ride every wave of pleasure he’s giving me.
"We’re gonna come together," he growls, his fingers digging into my hips. "You can take us, right, princess?"
I try to respond, but my voice is nothing but muffled moans, my throat too full of Kieran to form proper words.
Instead, I moan again, louder, my body tensing, the heat coiling low in my belly threatening to snap.
"Cum, baby girl," Kieran orders, his voice rough with desire. "Milk me up with that tight, hot mouth of yours."
Damon grunts in agreement, slamming into me one final time, his cock buried deep as his release spills into me, the warmth spreading through my core.
At the same time, Kieran thrusts fully into my mouth, groaning as his own climax hits, thick spurts of his cum coating my tongue and filling my throat.
The combination sends me over the edge.
My body convulses, my orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave. My moans are swallowed around Kieran’s cock, my hands gripping his forearms, my entire body trembling as the pleasure consumes me.
Kieran pulls out quickly, allowing me to gasp for air, his thumb brushing over my swollen lips with admiration.
"What a precious sight," he murmurs, nudging Damon. "Completely wrecked."
Damon smirks, still buried deep inside me, his fingers running up my spine.
"I never thought we’d find an Omega I’d want to make a potential arrangement with,” he admits more quietly as if I can’t hear them. It’s hard, but I catch his next words that dare make my heart skip a few beats. “but it seems fate has other plans. She’s ours now. We’ll have to make that clear once she meets our brothers."
Ours now…
Theirs?
They’ll make an arrangement…for me…
To keep me…
I barely register their words, too lost in the aftermath of my climax and the daring possibility that I may be kept like a precious diamond and not a discarded piece of coal. My body is spent and tingling, but my mind hums and races with uncertainty.
All I can focus on are two things:
Breathing and the undeniable truth that I would do anything to make these men mine.