Sable #3
“Think he’s fucking his hand?” Rhian groans, leaning in to press hot kisses to my throat. “I would be if I were watching him slide his cock into your sweet pussy.” He presses his tip in an inch before pulling it out and sliding his length over my clit. Sweet unholy Dracula, that feels incredible.
“So naughty, my golden boy omega,” I whisper, back arching as I dig my nails into his skin, dragging them down to his waist. I’m shaking in his arms, already desperate to come.
“Are you my perfect little slut, Sable? Show me how bad you want my cock.” Rhian bites into the sensitive arch of my throat, making me whine for him once more.
Unable to stand the teasing any longer, I reach between us, grip his shaft, and line us up.
He slides into me with a hard thrust, and I cry out in pleasure.
“Fuck!” I scream as he starts to fuck me hard against the rough bark of the tree, just as Taron’s scent finally hits us.
“Oh, fuuuuck!” I moan again, as the alpha's pheromones hit my system like a drug. Oh, fuck yes. That’s what I needed.
Rhian’s cock jerks roughly inside me as his thrusts falter for a moment, and he moans my name.
“Naughty little omegas, so feral for each other. Fucking like desperate sluts against a tree. I should knot your tight ass, for touching my girl, Rhian,” Taron snarls from just beside us, and I cry out when I feel the power of his dominance seep into my system, even though I still can’t see him.
Rhian’s cock stiffens even more inside me, and his thrusts become more forceful with every word Taron says.
“Yes,” Rhian moans, eyes falling shut for just a moment before he looks down at the way his cock slams in and out of my body. “So fucking amazing. She feels so fucking good wrapped around my dick, squeezing it so tight.”
“Oh god,” I moan. Their dirty talk would be more than enough to make me come. Where do they learn this shit? Fucking hell, I’m so wet.
“Such a naughty girl, taking my man's cock, Sable. Is Rhian fucking you so good, baby? Is he going to make you come with his fat dick, you needy slut?” Taron growls from our other side this time, fucking with my senses and I can’t keep my eyes open long enough to look for him as pleasure overtakes my body, and I come hard all over Rhian’s perfect cock.
“Fuck yes! Oh fuck yes, Rhian, you feel so good!” I moan, my body practically turning liquid as the best orgasm of my fucking life courses through my system.
“Sable!” Rhian groans, his head dropping back, his cock pulsing inside me as his cum fills my belly. “Fuck, her pussy is gripping me so tight, Taron…” The omega gasps, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave a mark.
“Fuck,” Taron grunts, his scent spiking, musk and cum filling the air around us, drawing out our pleasure.
“Told you he was fucking his hand,” Rhian grins, leaning in to kiss me gently. My entire body is liquid. I am but a melted stick of butter in the summer sun.
“Was that better than my fingers, Little Ghost?” Taron growls softly in my ear, making me gasp as he nibbles the sensitive skin of my lobe, finally showing himself. I want to do this again. Expeditiously.
“So much better,” I murmur breathlessly, chest heaving as I fight to get my breathing back to normal.
Rhian chuckles, but when I turn my head for a kiss, Taron is gone.
His scent gets softer with every breath I take, letting me know he’s retreated into the trees.
It lingers though, so he must be watching us still.
“That was…fucking incredible,” Rhian chuckles breathlessly, pressing another kiss to my lips, before pulling out of me slowly, almost like he doesn’t want to, and sets me on my feet.
“I don’t know what else you had planned, but I’m not sure anything is going to top that.” I giggle as he passes me my clothes before tucking himself back into his jeans. Very chivalrous.
“That’s exactly what I had planned,” he says, winking at me, but getting distracted by my naked body as he looks me up and down. I must look like an absolute mess right now.
“You planned to ravish me in the forest?” I ask, lifting a brow. “How did you know I’d be into it?”
“Taron mentioned your shared connection to the trail. But if you’d said no, my back-up plan was homemade waffles, and licking syrup off your body.
” He wiggles his brows at me, making me laugh.
“Speaking of waffles, are you hungry?” Rhian grins, and I nod as he searches for his discarded shirt, frowning when neither my thong nor his shirt can be found.
“Taron?” I ask, and Rhian snorts.
“Yep. I wonder what else that little freak has stolen,” Rhian says loud enough for the alpha to hear if he really is lingering, still smiling and not looking the least bit bothered.
“He’s a panty thief,” I point out, hands on my hips in frustration, but rather than feeling slightly disturbed by the realization, I can’t stop smiling as well.
He took the one item smothered in my scent.
He still wants me. I guess if chasing us through the woods and then getting off to the sight of us fucking wasn’t enough proof, then the panty thieving shouldn’t be either, but I’m smug about it anyway.
“Kinda hot,” Rhian muses, and I have to agree. Very hot.
“Being an omega is weird,” I mumble, taking Rhian’s offered hand, but he pauses, reaching up to my head. We both giggle when he pulls two leaves out of my mussed up hair.
“Better than a tree branch.” He shrugs, and I nod my agreement. “Come on, let me feed you.”
“Feed me that cock,” I say, eyes going wide as the words slip out, and I slap my hand over my mouth as I glance up at him. “That just slipped out…” I murmur behind my hand.
“Taron’s right, you’re feral.” He chuckles, not bothered by the aggressive sexual outburst.
Feral for you. I think, not willing to let out another word in case I say something equally outrageous.
Like fill me with your babies…
Or I love you.