Suddenly, sweet Dylan is nowhere to be found.
My Omegascreams.
I scramble to my knees, crawling over to the edge of the bed, facing Killian.
Lust takes over, and I turn feral.
“Need to taste you,” I hiss, pulling at his belt. He wastes no time freeing himself, and I gasp in shock as he pulls out his thick cock.
Just like his nipples, a piercing runs through the tip of his penis.
“Don’t be afraid, princess,” he whispers, dragging me out of my trance. “I won’t let it get caught in your throat.”
There’s a buzzing in my head, my cunt dripping as I slowly take his tip in my mouth, flicking at the metal barbell.
Oh. My. God.
And unlike Dylan, Killian doesn’t hold back.
His hand tangles in my hair and forces my head to meet his hips, his length hitting the back of my throat, the piercing metallic in my mouth.
I gag, but suck at him eagerly, moaning around his length.
More!
“Good Omega,” he growls, pulling himself out of my mouth. His tip drips with my saliva as a trail of it connects to my lips, and I moan as he pulls my hair back, exposing my throat to him.
“I did warn you I was going to fuck your smart mouth, didn’t I?” He asks, before shoving my mouth roughly down on him again. This time, he thrusts his hips, keeping a handful of hair in his hand as he fucks my throat.
“That’s right. Keep gagging. Show Dylan how good you take my cock.”
Dylan!
I forgot he was in the room, and I try to turn my head to glance at him, but Killian holds me still. “Don’t look at him. Only me, baby. Look up at me as you take it.”
My eyes meet his, my vision blurry with tears.
“You’re incredible,” he breathes, as he holds my head down against him. “Fuck, I could come in your mouth right now.”
Andyes,I want him to do that. I’m so turned on…
“She’s dripping.” A different voice sounds above me, and I recognize Dylan’s timbre, sending chills down my spine. “You’re making a mess all over your pretty nest, Olive.”
My nipples ache as a hand reaches out to play with my chest, rubbing at over sensitized skin.
Dylan!
Killian stands above me, his cock still in my mouth, while Dylan reaches over us to fondle my breast. His thumb flicks my nipple and I whimper, slick flowing out of me.
“You are making a mess, my little rebel,” Killian coos, as I hear the sound of a belt unbuckling. “No,” he hisses when I try to turn away. “Eyes on me, still. Until I’m good and done with you.”
His words should frighten me, but they don’t. Even as he groans, maneuvering my head to push me right where he wants me, I’m not afraid of him.
I trust him.
I trust both of them.
Which is why I reach out with my right hand, still sucking Killian’s cock, to grope Dylan.