Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Why am I up at this ungodly hour planning to drown my troubles, you ask? Well because I was just fucking fired. I should be at work right now. Instead, my office manager called to let me know not to bother coming in.
Is seven in the morning too early to start drinking? Probably.
No one’s here to judge me, though, so fuck it.
I lift my head off the kitchen counter and drag myself over to the fridge. I’m still wearing the stupid blue scrubs I’d pulled on before I got the call. At least they didn’t have me walk the twenty minutes into the office to fire me.
And I guess there’s always unemployment…
“Woah, Harlow?” a sleepy, husky voice groans, causing me to wince. Quinton has no business sounding that fucking incredible at the unholy hour of seven a.m.. I squeeze my eyes shut and breathe in the cool scent of the fridge before grabbing the wine I was digging for.
“Yep,” I greet him by waving the bottle in the air, before I head to the cabinet for a glass. “I’m celebrating, want to join?” I finally look at him and really wish I hadn’t. I try to distract myself by pouring the wine into the two glasses I grabbed, but fuck me.
He’s all bedraggled and mussed up. His black hair is a mess, and he’s wearing loose pajama pants. They’re white with pink hearts on them. It’s hard not to smile at how cute he looks. Until I get a look at his bare upper body.
I’m still not convinced that I didn’t die and that this isn’t hell. Because are you fucking kidding me ?
Abs. Biceps. A happy trail of black hair that disappears under the waistline of his pants? Sinful. Absolutely sinful.
I realize much too late that I’m just standing here, holding the bottle of wine over the glass, not pouring it. Just holding it. Staring. My scent fills the space between us, giving my desire away. Fantastic.
What’s worse? The way his cheeks blush pink, and he lifts a hand to the back of his neck. Stretching the muscles of his body… Showing me more of what I can’t have.
This is absolutely hell. I’m officially convinced.
“At seven in the morning?” he asks, after clearing his throat. I blink, then pour the wine. White this time. I consider holding my breath as he moves around the counter and stands beside me, but ultimately don’t. I’m addicted to him, and the sweet scent of peaches.
“Umhum. I was fired. For excessive tardiness. Which is fucking bullshit because I was late once. And it wasn’t even my fault. I was told to come in at ten, but was apparently expected at nine. No one fucking told me, though. Not to mention they didn’t want to work with my schedule for volunteering, saying that isn’t a priority. Anyway, I’m celebrating my freedom. That job was hell, so, whatever,” I grumble, setting the bottle of wine down, doing my best to hold in my tears.
The struggle not to angry-cry fades away the instant Quin wraps his arms around me, his scent soothing my pain with ease.
Oh, god… He smells like sex, and slick, and Caelum… So, he hasn’t showered after his apparent activities last night. I shake in his hold, and despite the fight I put into resisting, I fail epically when I press my face into the crook of his neck.
He must feel it, when I suck in a fat lungful of his scent, then shiver violently.
My lips part, my eyes fall shut, and I’m about to lick his skin when he groans. The sound shoots straight to my core, lighting my body on fire. Thankfully, it also snaps me out of my trance, and I step back.
“I’m sorry about your job, Harlow. That’s really shitty.” Quin’s large palm rubs my spine as his scent deepens.
I make a mental note to research scent matches, because if this is how my body responds to a bonded Omega, then I cannot imagine how overwhelming and incredible a scent matched unmated Alpha would smell to me. Like Lachlan and Cae? I shake the thought off.
Even though the chances of ever finding that are basically none, not that I’ve ever tried to look.
“That’s okay. I’ll drink the pain away for today,” I sigh, lifting my glass and handing him the other one.
“What can I do to help? Cae is sleeping right now, but he’s got to head to work in a few hours. I’m not sure about Lachlan.” Quin frowns, nibbling his bottom lip.
“Let's watch TV or something?” I nod to the large flat screen TV. “Just let me get changed first.” I’m throwing these stupid scrubs in the trash, thank you very much.
When I return to the living room, now wearing pajama shorts, a baggy t-shirt, and my favorite fuzzy socks, Quin is already flipping through the channels.
He’s still shirtless and unshowered. I pause, watching him sip the wine. It’s sweet that he’s not making me drink alone, but I feel guilty. Especially because, like me, he probably hasn’t had breakfast yet.
He placed my wine glass on the coffee table so close to him that it seems like he wants me to sit beside him. The tan knitted blanket that usually rests along the back of the couch is across his lap, and his legs are crossed at the ankle, resting on the floor under the table.
I’m standing here staring like a weirdo, when he looks up at me, smiling. He pats the seat beside him with the hand holding the remote.
“Come sit. I wasn’t sure what you’d want to watch.”
Reluctantly, I make my way to his side, reaching out to grab my wine, and take the seat beside him. Trying to leave some room between us, I pull my legs up and tuck them up under me. Quin adjusts the blanket so it’s covering me now as well, and I get a face full of their potent Alpha and Omega scents.
Yummy, delicious, alluring scents.
Omegas tend to be very sexual and rather easy to turn on, so hopefully Quin doesn’t judge me for my body's reaction to his scent. I’m just glad I must have been asleep already when they started their fun this time. The last fucking thing I need is a repeat of scenting these men fucking.
At least now, I have an explanation for the X-rated dreams I was having last night.
Quin adjusts beside me, his thigh brushing mine, spiking my heart rate with that tiny, unintentional gesture.
I sip my wine and try to focus on something other than the way Quin smells and how warm he is beside me.
“I’ve been wanting to watch this one,” Quin says, putting a regency era show on. Within the first five minutes, there’s a couple fucking on screen.
The woman's breasts heave as the man pounds into her hard, against a freaking tree.
“Fuck, you’re so big… Knot me please, Alpha… I need it. Give me your cum!”
“Filthy Omega. You want me to make you scream until you milk my cock and squeeze around my knot? Fuck, that’s a good Omega, scream for me…”
I swallow the lump in my throat as the scene before us turns me the fuck on. More than I already was. Praising his Omega? That's like an Omega detonator. Press here to make your Omega cream…
Quin has the same reaction, as both our scents kick it up a notch. I can’t fucking take the tension. Or the way Quin grabs a pillow off the floor and places it in his lap to hide the growing erection that started to tent the blanket.
I’m so slick I’m genuinely worried I’m leaving a wet spot on the couch.
“I’m not sure if that’s how we spoke in the eighteen-twenties…” I murmur, fighting the urges my body thinks are appropriate.
If I straddled Quin’s lap, pulled his cock out, and slid him inside me right now, would he make those little noises for me that he made for Cae that first night?
“I’m not sure this show is worried about being historically accurate.” Quin’s voice is tight, his chest rising and falling heavily with every breath he takes. I will not watch the way his naked chest glistens with sweat as the sex scene drags on. “Their outfits, for example,” he adds, and I nod.
“True. They sure show a lot of boob for a society hyper focused on purity and keeping their women uneducated before marriage,” I say, as I watch the actress playing the Omega scream. “If I didn’t know it wasn’t allowed, I’d think he was really knotting her right now,” I murmur. I’ve seen porn. Enough to know the kinds of faces Omegas make when they take a knot.
“She is the highest paid actress on this show for a reason, it seems.” He swallows hard, then sips his wine.
Wine that definitely isn’t helping the horniness situation. It travels through my system, warming my limbs, making them tingle and buzz. The effect seems to apply to my pussy as well.
I can’t resist glancing at Quin, wondering how he’s feeling. Is his cock hard, straining against the pillow across his lap. Is he imagining Cae fucking him against a tree, just like the people on TV?
“Fuck me…” Lachlan grunts when he steps out of the hallway and into view. “What are you two naughty Omegas up to?” He smirks, looking between us.
I’m ready to fucking bolt. Quin might be okay with me being all horny and smelling like I want to get fucked on his couch when it’s just the two of us, but in front of his Alpha? I don’t care what either of them says, they both want each other, and they share a bond.
Omegas are territorial, possessive, and don’t respond well to other Omegas being around their Alphas, particularly when the scent of slick is present.
“Watching a show.” The Omega beside me sends Lachlan a confident smile, then shocks the fuck out of me, as well as his Alpha, when he slings his arm over my shoulder and pulls me into his side.
“Oh, Alpha! Fuck, yes…harder…” the Omega on screen moans, and I’m fairly certain my eyes are bugging out of my face as I stare at Lachlan.
“Damn. I’ve never been happier to be off work than I am right now.” Lachlan smirks, getting a few steps closer, but pausing to observe me and his Omega mate. I’m frozen in place, pressed into Quinton. His scent hits us, plums and honey. Fuck me. Fuck, I want them to fuck me…
Together. One at a time. While they fuck each other… I’m not picky.
“Normally, I would keep my mouth shut, but…” I swallow, glancing over my shoulder to Quin, and then back to Lachlan. “What… What's happening right now? I haven’t had enough wine to be this lost.”
“Looks like Quin is trying to…” Lachlan trails off, as he crosses his arms over his chest and observes us. “Naughty boy…you haven’t showered? Oh, that's playing dirty, Omega. Cuddling up to her, shirtless and smelling like sex?” Lachlan smirks, taking several steps closer.
His scent washes over us, his desire and need making my head spin. Quin groans, and for the first time, I’m jealous of their bond. They must sense each other. Have a better understanding of exactly what the fuck is passing between the three of us right now.
“It wasn’t planned,” Quin murmurs, his hold on me tightening, and I have to turn to look at him once again.
The scents in here, the way they’re both looking at me, the way they're responding to the smell of my slick? Fuck, this feels naughty. They’re bonded. Quin is the pack Omega.
I do not belong here. I know that… but… Fuck, their scents can’t be lying, can they? Why would they want to trick me? Unless Caelum told them to.
They’ve never been cruel before, not even as teenagers. Neither of these men ever tried to make me cry.
Quinton always did the opposite, actually. If he ever stumbled on me crying all alone, he’d pull me in for a hug. He even joined me in the bathroom stalls to eat lunch on multiple occasions. He’s kind.
Cae is the only one that ever went out of his way to mess with me.
Does Caelum’s Omega want to fuck me? What about his bonded pack mate?
The thought makes me perfume, the scent hitting the room like a smoke bomb, filling the air with heady, needy Omega desire.
My slick wets my thighs, and when Quin growls, turning to me to bury his face against my neck, I whine, closing my eyes as the sensations overwhelm me.
Oh, dear. This has gotten out of hand. Quin’s touch is fucking possessive, and every brush of his skin against mine has shivers rushing through me. I’m ready to climb onto his lap and say fuck it.
I keep my eyes shut, bracing for the rejection that’s bound to come. Will it hurt worse, now that I’ve had the tiniest taste?
Will Lachlan say cruel words that my weak heart can’t handle? Will Quin shove me away from him? Will their scents turn acidic? Will they leave me here to go fuck each other?
“She smells like chocolate covered sin…” Quin groans, and just like I wanted to less than half an hour ago, Quin licks my throat. He tastes my skin, his scent responding to mine, and the feeling of his tongue against me has me releasing another whine. This one is more desperate than the last.
“Quinton…” Lachlan growls. At first, I think it’s his instincts driving him to anger. The sound reminds me of the way a possessive Alpha sounds when barking a command. Until Quin whines too.
My lips part on a gasp, and my eyes finally open, taking in the sight of Lachlan in nothing but black briefs. His cock straining the material obscenely.
My eyes travel up his sculpted body. He’s bigger than Quin, but not by a lot.
The most shocking thing, though, is the way he’s watching us as Quinton continues sucking and licking the skin of my neck. When the Omega’s teeth sink into my flesh, just enough to ache without breaking the skin, the physical reaction reverberates through each of us.
I moan, my jaw dropping, as all the air in my lungs rushes free. My thighs clench as slick gushes, and I wiggle my hips, wishing so badly for relief.
Lachlan grunts, his body tensing and shaking with tremors.
The scent in this room is enough to make me come, I fucking swear. In all my life, I’ve never been this turned on. This desperate and needy.
There’s just one scent missing…
“You two are lethal. The sight alone is threatening to bring me to my knees.”
With wide eyes and a trembling body, I watch as Lachlan storms over to us. Quinton pulls away from my neck, his eyes heavy as he looks up at his approaching Alpha. His lips glisten, flushed and pink from sucking my skin.
“Be a good boy and convince her to stick around a while, hmm?” Lachlan murmurs in his Omega’s ear, but loud enough that I hear every word. “And then maybe I’ll reward you, my lethal little mate.”
Holy. Fucking. Fuck.
Quinton watches Lachlan, a needy whine slips from his chest. I’m nuzzling into him before I can stop myself. How Quin didn’t start coming after those words is beyond my ability to understand.
What the fuck is in these men’s scents? Pure fucking lust? Are they all some kind of fantasy-book sex-demon or something?
Fuck me.
Literally.
Bend me over the back of the couch and fuck me hard until I’m screaming louder than the actress that was just fogging up the TV screen.
And all this before noon.
“Join us,” Quin lifts me easily, scooting himself over and making room on his other side for his Alpha. I’m still pressed against him, his arm wrapped around me once again.
“Okay, Omegas. Naughty little things. What will Cae think when he catches us?”
My scent blooms around us as the thought of Caelum catching me with his pack mate and his Omega makes my slick drip from my center. I’m breathless and needy. Desperate.
Lachlan pulls Quin into his arms and away from me. The possessive snarl that rises up inside of me is unexpected, but I shove it down.
Quinton isn’t mine, I remind myself.
I’m about to retreat, but Quin takes the glass of wine out of my hands and places it on the coffee table. I nearly protest until he’s spreading his legs, so one is on either side of my body.
I blink over at him, confused, until he adjusts the pillow still over his crotch and then tugs me down.
The moment my head hits the pillow, his fingers are in my hair.
Quinton massages my scalp, running his fingers through the pink strands, tugging and scratching just right.
The sensation sends tingles down my neck and back. It’s not long before I’m half asleep in his lap, when Lachlan starts fucking purring. I shiver, the sound doing things to me that it really shouldn’t.
The shivers only intensify when Quinton’s purr joins in. It’s so relaxing and calming…until another couple on the TV starts fucking again.
I bury my face in the pillow, trying to hide from the noises they’re making, only to realize where the pillow was placed…
Right over Quinton’s cock. His hands freeze as his purr morphs into a groan.
I can’t decide what I feel as Lachlan’s hand reaches under the pillow. I lift my head, eyes wide, and watch the way his arm moves, the pillow barely being held in place.
My core clenches around nothing, slick filling my panties and perfuming in the air around us.
The scent of Quinton’s slick rises to meet mine, and Lachlan’s hand starts working harder under the pillow.
My eyes are fixed on the motion until I see Quinton’s face. His head is tipped back on his Alpha’s chest, Lachlan murmuring quiet words into his ear. He’s frowning, eyes shut tight, his lips parted just slightly, as he breathes heavily.
“Are you imagining her hand is wrapping around your cock, Quinton?” the Alpha growls, as I lean back. Quin’s hands fall from my hair, releasing me, and the pillow drops to the throw rug on the floor as I sit up. Lachlan’s hand is in the front of Quin’s pajama pants, his cock is hidden under the fabric.
This is when I should leave. This is when I should stop watching. Instead, I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and bite. Quin is long and thick.
I’m locked in place as my body grows more and more desperate to be fucked, my scent spiking in the air. I can’t hold in the whine that slips free, no matter how hard I try.
“Harlow,” Quin moans my name, and I watch as Lachlan jerks his cock harder under the thin fabric of his Omega’s pants.
“Let's play truth or dare,” Lachlan growls, slowly releasing Quin’s cock, and pulling his hand out of his Omega’s pants. “Those chocolates?”
I swallow hard, as Quin lifts his head, meeting my eyes. His cheeks are flushed, and he’s breathing heavily. His hardness tenting his pants still.
“Sure.” I nod, pulling my lip between my teeth, as my body flushes with heat. “I’ll grab them,” I whisper, climbing off the couch on shaking legs. Once in my room, I take a look at myself in the mirror. My hair is mussed from Quin’s attention, but my makeup still looks good.
I should have worn something cuter, but if I change now, it’ll be obvious that I want to look cute for them…
Would that really be so bad? I nibble my lip some more. Shit, I don’t know. Lachlan was literally jerking Quin’s cock in front of me. Their scents made their feelings clear.
I glance down at the naughty box of chocolates in my hands.
Can this really be such a bad thing, if it wasn’t even my idea?
“Holy hell,” Quinton murmurs, when I walk back out to the living room a few minutes later. I changed into that dress I wore for the Valentine's Day auction. Stockings and all. Part of me hopes Caelum will catch us. What would he do? Or say?
Would he be angry? Kick me out?
I hand the box to Quin and go to sit beside him since he’s sitting up again, but Lachlan stops me.
“Between us,” the Alpha growls. My eyes go wide, and I snap my gaze to Quin. This is it. The moment that the male Omega snaps…
Or it should be.
Instead, he grins. He looks nearly as mischievous as Caelum always does. It’s incredibly sexy.
I’m a fucking goner. I always have been, in some way, for Quin. But this?
If this goes up in flames and burns everything to the ground… At least I enjoyed the burn.
“Truth or dare?” Quin asks, pulling the lid off the box and setting it on the table, as I take a seat between the two men. The scent of Quinton’s slick fogs my brain so heavily that I feel nearly intoxicated.
“Dare,” I murmur. Half the chocolates are dares, and the other half are truths. Quin picks a dare, lifting the chocolate to my lips. He holds it there, waiting. My lips part, and he slides the sweet treat between them so I can bite. Caramel. “Mmm,” I moan, licking my lips to get every bit of it in my mouth.
Quin eats the other half, keeping his eyes locked with mine, before licking his fingertips clean.
He’s trying to send me to an early grave.
“Damn,” Lachlan mumbles behind me, making me giggle. “Alright, naughty Omegas, read the dare.”
“Lovers choice…” Quin whispers, and my eyes widen. I glance between them, nervous about where this is going, but also very excited.
Lachlan is quiet for a long moment, and it’s almost like I can see all the possibilities flashing in his mind, when he says… “I dare you to get yourself off with that alien vibrator. Loudly.” I blush, thinking that I probably would have done that after this game anyway, when he adds, “While we watch.”
“Right now?” I ask, and he nods.
“Fuck yes.” Quin grins like Lachlan just offered him the keys to the kingdom as he sets the box of chocolates aside in a hurry.
The naughty Omega is up off the couch and down the hallway in a flash. I scramble to my feet, following after him, the scent of his slick heavy in the air as I find him in my room. Pulling the top drawer of my night stand open with a mischievous smile.
“Truth or dare?” Quin asks again, as I prop my hand on my hip.
“I already took my turn.” I pout, but Quin shrugs.
“I dare you to let me hold it for you.” He grins, as Lachlan shuts the door, and we join Quin on my bed.
“Fucking hell…” I whisper, surprised by how bold he is. He’s always so quiet and mellow.
“So eager, naughty Omega, come over here,” Lachlan growls, grabbing Quin’s wrist, snatching the toy from him, and tossing it on the bed. He pulls Quin until they are both leaning against my headboard, facing me where I kneel on the end of the bed.
I press the hidden button at the base of the blue silicone, and the toy turns on as my heart starts to race, and slick warms my inner thighs.
“Your scents are driving me insane, Omegas,” Lachlan groans, his eyes falling shut. “All the times I’ve listened to you and Cae fucking, just out of reach…fucking torture. But I can touch you now, while we watch Harlow being a good little naughty Omega for us…”
I watch as Lachlan grips the back of Quin’s neck and pulls him in for a heated, sexy kiss that only intensifies my desire.
It smells like a fuck fest in this room. Where is Cae? Why hasn’t he barged in here yet?
“Can you feel Cae buzzing through the bond?” Lachlan asks as he pulls away, leaving Quin breathless. “He’s giving us space. We’ll let him watch next time.” Lach smirks, and I nibble my lip. Next time? Does he mean the three of us, or just him and Quin?
The two men turn to me again, eyes hooded. I move until I’m lying down, the right side of my body facing them, so I can still see them. With shaking hands and a racing heart, I press the vibrator to my clit through the layers of clothing. I let my eyes fall shut.
I moan, my hips moving up as I chase the feel of the vibrations against my center.
“Take the dress off,” the Alpha barks. I turn the toy off, my entire body trembling as I sit back up and do as he says, slowly pulling the fabric over my head and letting the curls of my hair brush across my bare breasts. I’m left only in my soaked thong and stockings, and the look in their eyes as they watch me is intoxicating.
“Your turn,” I whisper as I lie back down and turn to watch them. Quin smirks, tugging off his pajama pants, and Lachlan removes his boxers. Their cocks are hard and long, and the urge to stroke them both is so strong, but instead I turn the toy back on.
I slide the tip of the vibrator down my body slowly as they watch me. Despite my nerves, I move it, so the flared head of the dildo pushes aside the fabric of my thong and press it to my clit. Pulling my knees up, I let my thighs fall open, then I relax my body into the plush mattress. I watch Lachlan as he devours me with his gaze.
Quin whimpers, palming his cock in his large hand and stroking himself. Lachlan firmly grips his wrist, pulling his hand away and forcing another whimper from the Omega.
Lach releases a low purr, turning my limbs back to mush and encouraging me to apply more pressure with the toy.
I might be a virgin, but I’ve used vibrators since my first heat. I’ve never been brave enough to push it all the way inside myself. Only used the vibration against my clit. Heats have not been my favorite time in the past, but I can almost imagine them with these men…
“Not yet,” Lachlan growls, pulling his Omega closer to him, an arm wrapped around him as he holds Quin’s wrist still.
“Please, Alpha,” Quin lets out a needy whine, and I gasp, back arching from the sound. “God, I want to fuck her…” Quin moans, and I swear my eyes roll back in my head.
“God damn,” Lachlan groans, as I keep my legs relaxed and spread wide. Slick pours from my needy core, drenching the blanket beneath me. Quinton’s slick fills the air, and I know it’s drenching the blanket too.
The pleasure builds slowly, and just before I come, I pull the tip away from my clit.
“Edging yourself, little virgin? Fuck, you’re a wet dream come true,” Lachlan groans, and I watch as he lets his palm slide up and down his shaft, squeezing the knot starting to form at his base. “Just a little, now, Quin,” he whispers in the other Omega’s ear, and I watch as Quin shakes with need, his hand gripping his length tightly.
“I dare you not to finish until I do,” I say, and Lachlan pulls his gaze away from my pussy, meets my eyes and nods. I turn the vibrator off and then slide off my thong, before grabbing something else out of my drawer and placing it with the other vibe.
Sliding to the center of the bed, I lean back on my elbows with my head toward the end of the bed. He still has his hard cock in hand, as I watch him stroke himself slowly.
Standing out from his waist with a slight upward curve, the skin darkens to a deep pink at the head, while the girth makes me question my sanity. Lachlan moves Quin in front of him, and lies down close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off their bodies.
The hunger in their eyes nearly consumes me.
I grab the vibrator, turn it on the setting that’s a low vibe, press it to one nipple, and then drag the toy across my flushed chest to the other.
“Fuck, Omega. I think I might die right here and now. Make sure you put died happy on my gravestone.” Lachlan bites down on Quin’s neck, making them both moan. Fuck, they’re both so sexy.
I’m busy watching the way Lachlan moves his hand to stroke Quin’s cock. How he rolls his wrist when he grips the tip. The precum that leaks as he drags his palm down Quin’s shaft.
I dip the flared tip of my vibrator into my slick, slowly dragging it up to my clit. I let my legs fall open for them again as I swirl the vibrator over my clit with barely any pressure, over and over.
“I can’t stop wishing that was my tongue, licking that sweet center of yours. Making your legs shake until you’re just about to come, and then–”
I gasp, pulling the toy away from my clit because his dirty words almost make me come. Lachlan keeps stroking Quin’s cock. I guess this moment answers the questions Quin had about whether Lachlan wanted him or not.
“Have you fucked yourself with it yet?” Quin asks, his chest heaving as he watches me.
“No. Still not brave enough,” I whisper softly, as more slick gushes, almost like an initiation. “I just use it on my clit.”
“Jesus,” Lachlan grunts, more precum leaking from Quin’s tip, and I nibble my lip. I’ve never felt sexier, or more powerful, in my life. “Put it on your nipples until you’re ready to go again.” I follow his instructions, and the stimulation against my nipples means it takes twice as long for me to calm down.
Lachlan strokes his Omega the whole time. I grab the rose vibrator now, turning it on the first setting as well, because this one sucks while it vibrates. I move up my bed, until I’m leaning against the headboard, and then slip the tip of the alien vibrator between my folds. Not enough to be more than an inch inside my opening, and then use the rose on my clit.
The pleasure is so intense that I cry out and immediately remove the rose.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” Quin moans, and Lachlan doesn’t stop stroking him until we’re both watching the Omega come. His cock twitches, and he groans loudly, as some of the cum drips down Lachlan’s hand.
I place the rose back on my clit and watch as Quin spins in front of Lachlan, and takes the Alpha’s cock in his hand as he kneels before him.
“Didn’t think you wanted me,” Quinton murmurs, and Lachlan frowns, even as his jaw drops open.
“Of course I fucking want you…”
“Jesus,” I moan, watching as Quin dips his head and takes the Alpha’s cock into his mouth, sucking.
“Fuck, Quin…”
Lachlan reaches a hand up, pushing it into his Omega’s hair, as Quin’s head moves up and down. He looks over to me, and I move so they can both get a view of my toys as my slick gushes for them.
Quin pulls away from his Alpha's cock, eyes focused so intently on the glistening toy, that I can’t resist putting my finger just inside my folds. I hold my hand up for him, and he lurches forward and sucks my finger between his lips as he holds my wrist, causing an answering zing of need to shoot straight down to my clit in response to the suction.
“Let me taste her on your lips,” Lachlan growls, and Quin leans forward to kiss his Alpha. The kiss is dirty, and I let out a whimper of need.
“Kiss me,” I whisper, wondering if they’ll both wake up tomorrow filled with regrets, and then spend the rest of the time I live here avoiding me.
“Anything for you,” Quin moves away from his Alpha and presses his lips to mine. It’s desperate as he fucks my mouth with his tongue. I bite his lip, and the Omega groans.
He pulls away, his eyes dropping to my spread legs. I watch him stroke his cock, thinking that if I ever get the chance to touch him, I’ll know what he likes.
I turn the vibration on the rose up and place it back on my clit, forcing myself not to come for as long as I can. Keeping my body relaxed and just enjoying the pleasure. The honeyed plum and peach scents of the men beside me are so strong that my head swims with need.
“I want to fuck you slow, while you use that rose on your clit. I’ll slide inside of you, moving just enough so you can feel me,” Lachlan gasps, as Quin takes his cock back into his mouth, sucking fast as the Alpha growls his dirty words. “Until you come hard on my cock. Then, when my knot is locking us together, I’ll leave the rose there for hours, making you come over and over… Your pussy will flood with slick… Fuck, I want to bury my cock so deep inside you. I’m going to fill that sweet virgin pussy with my cum, then watch as Quin licks up every drop…”
Slick gushes out of me, as my back arches, and I come harder than I ever have before. I’m light-headed, when I stop screaming for them and look down to see him coming in Quin’s mouth. The Omega gripping Lachlan’s knot with both hands.
I’m too exhausted to do much more than push the vibrators away from my pussy.
“You can stay if you want,” I murmur, as I roll over, not cleaning myself off, before I start to drift off to sleep. I feel Lachlan behind me, pulling me into him. I roll in his arms and nuzzle into the firm muscles of his chest. A low purr builds as Quin curls up behind me.
I’ve been lonely for so long, and I couldn’t resist them even if I wasn’t in a post orgasm pheromone fog.
This feels too good.
They feel too good.