Chapter 25
Opal
Finally! My wolf yipped and danced.
She was loving the tease. Me? Not so much. I kept replaying a loop of every touch. Every kiss. The growing ache I’d carried over the past few days, ever since I knew this was coming.
I wasn’t sure I liked the slow-burn.
I’d used to, but that was before I met my mates. I wanted them in me. Surrounding me. Touching me everywhere. Their scents filling my nest made me feral with need. If they didn’t fuck me soon, I’d die.
I had no clue how I was sitting so still.
A little whimper slipped through my lips.
“Dorian…” Atlas growled again from behind me.
He still hadn’t come all the way into my nest. Though the breeze was a welcome relief on my burning skin, making my nipples harden and ache deliciously, I wanted his heat pressed against me more.
I wanted so much more of everything.
“Yes, Atlas?” Dorian drawled, sounding bored as he dug through the little bag of fun enhancers I’d packed what seemed like a lifetime ago.
“Enough of the games,” Atlas commanded.
His deep voice caressed my bare skin like a kiss.
Say something else like that, my wolf panted. Maybe not those words, but in that voice.
“No games?” Dorian cocked an eyebrow as he squatted so we were at eye level across the room. “But my mate wants to play, doesn’t she?”
“Yes,” I gushed, grateful he understood.
He’s a good mate. My wolf smugly lay herself out and waited for his next command.
Atlas hissed a breath behind me, but I didn’t turn around to reassure him everything was fine. Dorian hadn’t said I could move.
Though maybe that’s what this would take.
I could break the rules and get my punishment.
Oh, yes. That sounds nice.
Dorian smirked as if he could hear my inner thoughts and wanted to challenge me. “It seems Opal has a submission kink.”
He set the bag of toys aside and sat on the edge of the platform bed. “Isn’t that right, Omega?”
“Yes, sir.” Slick gathered between my thighs as I spoke, still sitting on bruising knees. I wasn’t sure how long he would keep me like this, but I wanted to be good so I could earn an even better reward.
Dorian laid back on the bed, resting on his elbows as his eyes darkened with desire. “Good. Now crawl to me.”
My cheeks and skin burned as I let my hands touch the floor.
“Enough of this,” Atlas growled just as I bent over on my hands and knees, giving him a full view of my swollen and throbbing sex.
He inhaled a shaky breath and a thrill ran through me at feeling the possessiveness in his stare. Slowly, seductively, I started moving forward.
Dorian never took his eyes off me. I loved that he could read me so well. That power he exuded seemed to intensify in this space. He was loving teasing me. But there was something else a little darker behind his intentions. No doubt a sick sense of satisfaction in making Atlas uncomfortable.
That tugged at my Omega needs to make everyone happy. I wanted Atlas in here and playing with us too. His emotions pulsing at me were the worst. The war of desire and restraint. The hint of shame that turned my cheeks a darker shade of red.
I whined as I stopped between Dorian’s thighs, hoping he would understand.
He shifted his weight to lift one hand, caressing my cheek as he did. “I didn’t say stop crawling.”
I stole a glance at Atlas as I climbed up onto Dorian’s lap. Atlas still stood there with corded forearms and eyes as black as night, watching and saying nothing. If he liked this, I could get off on it. But the torment on his face had my wolf starting to shake.
Dorian’s lips crashed against mine, pulling me out of my head and back into the moment where I belonged. He stole my breath with that kiss and every worry along with it.
And when he tore himself away, pressing his forehead against mine and breathing through the desire choking us both, I felt Dorian’s pain in my own chest as he said, “Get in here, you idiot. She needs us both.”
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“Don’t thank me yet.” Dorian chuckled as he leaned back on the bed. “I didn’t tell you to stop crawling.”
I frowned, trying to understand, until he smirked playfully and licked his lips.
Oh.
Oh!
I didn’t think I’d ever crawled so fast in my life. I might’ve kneed him in the chest—still not sure—but I got to where he wanted and settled my legs comfortably on either side of his face.
“I can’t wait to taste you.” He grabbed my hips.
The first press of his tongue had me seeing shooting stars. I must’ve been a very good girl to deserve this. Dorian’s long fingers dug into my ass and hips as he held me to him. He ate like a starving wolf, sucking my clit in sips between feasting.
Each stroke pushed me closer and closer as I rode up and down, clutching my own breasts and closing my eyes as I chased the high.
But it wasn’t enough.
The sensations ebbed as I opened my eyes, seeing Atlas. My stone statue, still watching.
I let my hands fall to the sides, knowing he liked the view by the length pressing against his pants, but his dark eyes and set jaw gave nothing else away.
If he wanted to watch, I could give him a show.
I threw back my head as Dorian ran his tongue around my clit, pulling me into the dance again.
It was so close.
Darkness edged at my vision as the room grew unbearably hot. And still, there was a cold breeze from Atlas’s stance in the doorway that pebbled my skin. I…
I couldn’t.
“Please,” I begged as I reached down to thread my fingers through Dorian’s hair.
With a groan and wet smack, Dorian lifted me up a few inches. “As much as I don’t want to share this sweet cunt, if you want him here, you’ll have to call him in, princess. He isn’t going to listen to me.”
I smiled at the use of Atlas’s pet name as I turned to my steadfast mate and reached out my arms. “Please, Atlas.”
Something snapped.
“What should I…” Atlas staggered forward, eyes wide as he looked around the room and searched for the right words. Then he looked back at me, resolute. “What do you want me to do?”
“Shove your cock down her throat while I make her scream.” Dorian laughed beneath me and then stilled. “Oh, she actually likes that idea.”
“Yes please.” I licked my lips.
Atlas stood in his jeans at the foot of my bed. The perfect Alpha. Strong and silent and gentle through and through.
He tucked my hair behind my ear and kissed my forehead before freeing his thick cock.
I swallowed hard, making a mental note to never tell Cindy about this. I’d known he’d be big, but this seemed impossible.
Good thing there wasn’t much I wouldn’t try.
“I thought you were going to wrap me in those pretty lips.” Atlas’s dark growl had my eyes shooting up to his as my mouth dropped open in surprise.
See? I knew he’d want to play with us.