“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, pulling me in for another kiss. But I grab his arm, leading him to the bed, and he chuckles.
“So eager,” he laughs, before hoisting me into his arms. I let out a squeak as he carries me to the bed, laying me down gently on the pile of blankets.
He’s on top of me in a second, his mouth descending to my breasts. His tongue plays with my nipple expertly, flicking the bud as I cry out.
“I knew you’d be beautiful,” he murmurs, turning his attention to the other one. His hand comes up to fondle me, and an image flashes through my hand.
Killian on one breast. Dylan on the other.
God, I want them.
I’m reduced to helpless whimpers as he continues his assault on my chest, my hips grinding up into his stomach in desperation.
Please touch me Alpha please
“I need to come, Dylan,” I beg. “Please.”
He moves off me and I yank down my leggings, shamelessly exposing myself to him.
I’m not embarrassed or shy.
I want him.
And something wonderful happens.
Dylangrowls, a low, possessive rumble in his chest, and his eyes narrow.
“Mine.”
His words settle within me, and my inner Omega smiles.
“Yours,” I whisper back, lifting my hips.
He doesn’t waste any more time.
Moving to the edge of the bed, he pulls me toward him, andfeasts.