21 #2
Wren rumbles in response to my statement, the sound reverberating through me and shooting straight to my pulsing clit.
I shift, trying to rub myself against the thickness of his body wedged between my thighs, but Apollo’s hands hold me still, pressing down on my shoulders down in a warning.
The pack lead doesn’t need to be told twice.
The ease in which he removes my leather pants and soaked panties is astonishing. My inner omega preens when he passes said panties over to Apollo, who quickly pockets them out of sight, most likely for later use.
I don’t have time to think about what he might do with them before Wren wraps his massive palms around my knees, prying my thighs apart further.
Every muscle in my body tenses when he reaches back to drag one of the armchairs closer until he can sit down, exactly at perfect face level with my aching cunt.
His nostrils flare as he leans in, inhaling the heady aroma of my slick already dripping onto the expensive surface of his desk.
“That’s it, Sweetheart. Soak my desk with your delicious cream.
Make it so that anyone who enters this room over the next week can smell who I belong to.
” The first finger enters me while he speaks, and my back arches upwards, a keening cry falling from my lips.
I could give two fucks less how dangerous this all is.
Especially when he starts to pump that finger in and out of me.
I try to squirm, but then Apollo’s slipping one hand down the valley of my breasts to sprawl over my stomach just above my pubic bone to hold me still. I look up to see his eyes flashing with lust and longing simultaneously as he watches Wren’s finger plunge into my dripping pussy.
“Do you like that, Sweetheart? Watch how strenuous his hold on his control is while he watches me fuck you with my finger. Shall we go for two? Three? Do you think I can make you come before I even touch this pretty little clit?” My eyes literally roll back in my head, a loud moan escaping me when Wren works another finger inside of me.
There’s no way I can hold back the things he’s making me feel.
I can feel my walls already fluttering around those two digits, and I know for a fact he’ll live up to his word.
I’m going to fly over that cliff in the next minute or so, and he’s not even anywhere near the little bundle of nerves throbbing at the apex of my thighs.
It’s just the thought of Apollo losing control while he watches his pack lead pleasure me that has me hurtling towards the edge of oblivion.
Apollo’s fingers flex against my skin where he’s holding me down for Wren, and his whispered “ fuck ”, along with the curling of the pack lead’s fingers against my g-spot, has my orgasm tearing through me.
It’s so fast and so brutal that I damn near pass out from the ferocity of it.
My strangled cry is cut off when Apollo’s mouth lands on mine, swallowing every sound I make from the pleasure his pack brother has brought out in me.
Fucking shit, I don’t think I’ve come that hard in my entire life. It takes me an incredibly long time to come down from the heights Wren’s taken me to, and Apollo kisses me tentatively through it all. When he pulls back after another minute or two, I glance down to watch Wren rise to his feet.
My eyes widen, but not because he casually slips the two soaked fingers he used to fuck me into his mouth.
He’s gloriously naked from the waist down, and I swear his cock is pretty enough to make damn angels weep.
It’s already dripping for me, his knot very present at the base and visibly pulsing with the need to be unleashed inside of me.
“Fuck, yes , alpha. Knot. Please. I need it.” Fucking consequences be damned. If I don’t get his knot inside of me right that second, I’m going to combust. He hums softly, a wicked glint in his eyes while he slowly licks his fingers clean of my slick.
“Don’t make her beg again. Otherwise, I’ll gladly be the first to give our omega my knot.” Apollo growls at him, and when I glance up at him, it’s to see him glowering at Wren with barely restrained desire and jealousy.
“Come on, alpha. You can fuck my throat while he fucks my pussy. Give me both. I want your knot, please .” I reach for the belt buckle holding his jeans up, my mouth already watering at the prospect of tasting him on my tongue.
Startled by my words slightly, he removes his hands from me.
At first, he captures my wrists as if to stop me, but my pleading whine is enough to break all semblance of control he has over himself.
“ Fuck , love. You don’t know what it does to me to hear you talk about how eager you are for my knot.
” He groans the moment his cock springs free when he releases it from the confines of his jeans.
“Both of you are so impatient.” Wren growls, but there isn’t a lick of anger behind his words.
“Look at me, omega. Your eyes will only be on me when I enter you for the first time. Only then can you have your fun with your alpha.” My attention is yanked away from Apollo, and just as my gaze collides with Wren’s, he grips my hips hard and thrusts deep inside of me.
The dam inside of me breaks, and for the first time since I’d run from my demons, I finally let go.