Chapter 15 #2
He traces my opening, slowly, gathering my slick on his fingertip. The sensation sends electric pulses through my veins as his finger circles my entrance, wet with my own slick, teasing, never quite pushing in.
“Maybe we should do this later…” I start to say, but his mouth brushes the shell of my ear, making my heart race.
“You are not to make a sound,” he whispers. “Your job at this dinner is to eat what your alphas feed you and to take what I am giving you. You will do both at once like a good girl. Do you understand me?”
I nod. I cannot speak. My throat is closed tight around the pasta, around the want, around the ache building between my thighs where his finger circles my entrance.
Cole’s fork keeps coming to my lips. Julian’s bread keeps coming. August keeps lifting my water glass, his blue eyes never leaving my face, as he studies my every moan.
And Ezra slides one finger inside me.
I let out a high whimper as I try to swallow the pasta and also focus on the stretch and fullness of his finger deep into my pussy.
Cole’s eyes flick down at my mouth and back up. He pushes the fork in a little further, his thumb brushing my lower lip.
“Keep eating,” he says softly. “You need your strength.”
I chew. My whole world has narrowed to the point where Ezra’s finger is buried inside me, to the slow, curling drag of it against my inner walls, to the spot deep inside that makes my thighs tense around his wrist.
His thumb finds my clit. Circles it lightly, the pad of his thumb rubbing slow, wet circles over the swollen nub, and pleasure builds low in my belly, hot and relentless.
He adds a second finger.
I moan softly around Cole’s fork, the sound muffled by pasta. Cole shushes me gently. His hand finds my hair, fingers combing through the damp strands, and he leans in until his forehead is almost touching mine.
“Good girl,” he whispers. “So good. Taking it so well.”
From my left, Julian leans down. His mouth finds my shoulder where the silk has slipped, and he presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the bare skin.
“I can scent how wet you are from here, Lia. The whole table can smell you. Your slick. Your heat. It’s fucking intoxicating,” he says, his lips warm and his breath hot against my neck.
August’s expression is full of hunger as he massages my feet and kisses them. I could see his hard cock through his pajama pants.
Ezra keeps working me with his fingers. Slow. Deliberate. Two fingers are deep inside me, thrusting slowly, his thumb circling my clit with maddening precision.
“Oh, oh,” I moan, about to orgasm, and suddenly he pulls back and eases the pressure on my clit. “No!”
He is not letting me come.
“Not yet,” he whispers against my hair. His voice is rough, strained, like he’s holding himself together by sheer force of will. “I have something special planned, omega. You’re going to wait for it.”
By the time Cole sets the fork down, my thighs are slick down to my knees.
My hands are clenched into the silk of Ezra’s shirt, twisting the fabric between my fingers, and I am breathing in tiny, shallow gasps that don’t seem to bring enough air into my lungs.
My pussy is pulsing around his fingers, clenching on nothing, slick running freely down my inner thighs and onto his lap.
Ezra slides his fingers out of me slowly.
The loss of them makes me whimper. My pussy clenches hard, empty, hungry, and slick gushes out of me in a warm rush that soaks the silk between my legs.
Ezra brings his fingers to his mouth. In full view of the table, of his brothers, of me, he licks them clean. His tongue drags slowly over each digit, collecting my slick, and the sight of it makes my pussy clench so hard I cry out.
“My brothers need dinner now,” he says, his voice dark and certain. “A proper dinner.”
Then his hands are on my hips, and he’s lifting me off his lap.
One smooth motion, and I’m on my back on the walnut table, the silk robe falling open, my breasts bare to the candlelight, my thighs spread wide, my pussy exposed and dripping slick onto the polished wood.
My clit twitches hard.
I can see my pink, swollen, visible nub between my folds, pulsing with my heartbeat, and I can see the brothers watching it.
I know they’re watching my pussy clenching like crazy, watching the slick bubble at my entrance, watching a slow, thick droplet form at my hole and begin to slide down toward my ass.
They lean in.
All four of them. At once.
The first tongue is Cole’s. Flat and hard against my clit, sucking, and I scream—a ragged, broken sound that echoes off the ceiling. His mouth seals over my nub, his tongue wiggling against it, and the vibration sends shockwaves through my hips.
Ezra’s tongue finds my pussy hole. He pushes inside, deep, his tongue spearing into my channel, stretching me open, and I feel every ridge of it against my inner walls. His hands grip my thighs, holding them wide, and his mouth is hungry, desperate, sucking at my entrance like he’s starving.
Julian’s tongue circles my asshole. Wet, flat strokes around the tight ring of muscle, and the dual sensation of Ezra’s tongue in my pussy, and Julian’s on my ass makes my back arch off the table.
Slick bubbles at both holes, thick and warm, and when it drips down my inner thigh, August is there, his mouth suctioning against my skin, sucking the slick up with a groan so loud I feel it vibrate through my pelvis.
“Oh god,” I sob. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.”
A pair of lips, Cole’s, I think, suction around my asshole. Hard. Pulling, sucking the slick out of me, and the sensation is so intense, so filthy, so good that I thrash against the table, my hips bucking, my hands gripping the tablecloth.
Another pair of lips suctions my pussy. His mouth seals over my entrance, and he sucks, hard, pulling my slick into his mouth with a groan that I feel against my clit.
Two tongues, August and Julian, lick my pussy folds, long, flat strokes from hole to clit, gathering slick, lapping at me like men possessed.
The suction increases. Ezra sucks harder. Cole sucks harder. Their mouths are sealed over my holes, pulling, and the pressure builds low in my belly, hot and relentless, climbing faster than I can control.
I’m going to come. I’m going to—
“It’s too much!” I gasp out, but Julian’s hands are on my thighs, holding them open. Ezra’s grip is iron. I try to close my legs, begging, sobbing, and they don’t let me. They keep me spread wide, their mouths working me, sucking, licking, and the orgasm builds and builds until it breaks.
I squirt.
Hard.
A gush of slick floods Ezra’s mouth, spills past his lips, runs down my thighs. My pussy pulses, clenching on nothing, and I squirt again, a warm rush that August catches with his tongue, lapping it up from my legs with hungry, desperate strokes.
Moans of shame tear out of me.
They keep sucking, keep licking, Cole’s mouth on my asshole pulling slick out of me in thick, warm pulses, Ezra’s tongue deep in my pussy, Julian and August working my folds on either side.
The orgasm goes on and on. Wave after wave, my pussy clenching, slick gushing, my thighs shaking so hard the table creaks beneath me.
I am making sounds I have never made in my life—broken, ragged, desperate—and the alphas are groaning against me, drinking me down, their hands holding me open, their mouths claiming every drop.
When they finally release me, my pussy is throbbing. My asshole is clenching on nothing. Slick is pooled on the table beneath me, on my thighs, on the brothers’ chins, and I am gasping, my chest heaving, my vision blurry with tears and candlelight.
“So good,” groans August, licking every drop.
“Like a heaven of roses,” says Julian.
“Our sexy beautiful omega,” says Cole, and my face heats up even though I’m trying to come down from my super intense orgasm.
Ezra lifts me off the table.
His arms are under my knees and my back, and he gathers me against his chest. My head falls against his shoulder, and I can feel his heartbeat through his shirt—fast, hard, pounding against my cheek.
“You’re going to take my cock very easily tonight,” he says against my hair. His voice is rough, strained, his control hanging by a thread. “You’re so open. So wet. So ready for me.”