Chapter Twenty-Six
Fiona
Sheer delight filled my body over and over again. Lips caressed me, kissed me. Hands roamed over me, bringing me pleasure. Pretty words greeted my ears. Good omega. Sweet omega. Come for me, Omega. You’re so perfect.
Oh, how I loved all those words. Yes, tell me how amazing I was while making my body feel delightful.
Warmth and softness surrounded me, and I was glad I was no longer cold.
Still, I burned for more. More dicks. More knots. More orgasms.
I whined, needing to quench that fire inside me. Now.
“I know, Mi Reina,” a voice whispered, as kisses trailed over my neck sending shivers of pleasure though me.
“Come for me. You’ll feel so much better, Mo Stóirín,” another voice said, as someone ate my pussy.
Someone else fucked my ass. A mouth sucked on my neck.
“That’s it, Puddin’,” someone murmured.
“More,” I breathed, liking all of this quite a lot. Yet it wasn’t enough. While I felt worshiped, if this inferno in me didn’t go out soon, it would consume me.
“I’ll make you feel better, Mi Reina,” a voice whispered, continuing to pay attention to my neck.
“What about this?” A knot pushed into me and pleasure exploded through me.
“More, more, that feels so good,” I cried, pulling someone to me and kissing them.
“You like that? Oh, I like that, Puddin’,” someone breathed.
“Yes.” I needed all of that before I burst into flames.
“More? I’ll give you more, Mi Reina,” a voice promised.
Warmth flooded me over and over as we kissed and touched in the dark, nothing existing but us, and pleasure. I exploded again, and finally the fire within me quelled.
Ah yes, that was it. Just what I needed. Love washed over me as people continued to kiss me, pet me, and tell me how good and wonderful I was.
“That felt good,” I mumbled. “So good.” My body relaxed, as I pulled bodies to me, needing their weight, as I snuggled into them and drifted off to sleep, content at last.
For now.