I wasn’t, couldn’t listen to much they were saying, my legs shifting furtively on the car seat. But those words, they pierced through the haze and buried themselves deep.
“Yes, alpha,” I whined. “Please.”
“Unzip my pants and pull my dick out, Marcus,” Brendan snapped as Rhys’ big broad hand swept over my skin, into my hair, tugging at the pins that held it up, then letting it fall.
“Fuck off, you’re driving.”
“I follow your fucking lead and back your plays every damn time, but you are mine, alpha, and you will do this for me. I need…I need you,” Brendan ground out. “Do it or so help me—”
“If you threaten to turn the car around, I’m gonna get awfully conflicted,” Marcus replied, but the sound of a zipper parting and a rough grunt followed that. I jerked, as if I could feel his hand around Brendan’s cock. “Don’t crash the car. You get us home in one piece, I’ll suck you dry the minute we’re in the carpark.”
“Come here, omega.”
My eyes flicked open to see that Rhys had taken off his seatbelt and was beckoning me forward, tucking me in under his chin when I did so, leaving my legs trailing back along the seat. Orion emerged over the top of the seat from where he was sitting in the third row, watching our every move like a tiger does its prey.
“You’re not touching her, not until this shit is resolved,” Rhys said on a growl.
“Fine,” Orion snapped. “But keep it down. I need to make that call.”
But we didn’t, did we? Brendan’s groans were a siren song of pleasure from the front seat, his whispered praises and imprecations spurring on my own. I kicked off my heels, went to tear off that damn collar, but Rhys stopped me.
“You should keep it on, no matter what happens tonight.” His voice was very serious, even as I felt the tension twisting tighter inside him. “Even if you’re naked in front of all of us like I hope you will be, leave it on. It’ll make us stop, even for a second, make us think twice about sinking our fangs into your sweet little flesh.”
I couldn’t reply, couldn’t form words, feeling the need to share what was biting deep inside me, but all that came out was a strangled sound.
“I’ve got you. I’ve got what you need, and if it gets too much, you squeeze my arm, all right? Cyn, squeeze my arm so I know you understand.”
It felt like my nails dug holes in Rhys’ massive forearm, but his mouth brushed over my ear as he dragged the skirt of my dress up. The stupid dental floss of underwear I’d been given was soaked through, then pulled to one side.
“Yes…” I panted, finding my voice again. “Please, alpha, please.”
“Fuck, that sound!” Brendan’s voice was almost inhuman in its depth.
“So this is how it went down, before?” Marcus asked, and there was some wonder in his voice as he turned around, watched us together as his hand worked Brendan.
“It was the hottest fucking thing I’ve experienced,” Orion replied. “You’ll see. This time, you’ll see.”
But Marcus just ignored him, his strokes faltering until Brendan refocussed him, bucking up into his grip.
“She looks so swollen.”
“Blood is pooling in her cunt, making her soft, sweet, and so fucking turned on. I’m gonna make her come a few times before we get home,” Rhys promised.
“Now…” I growled, a little ineffectual thing.
“Spread your thighs. That’s it, sweetheart. Put your foot up on Brendan’s seat. That’s right. Poor omega, so needy.”
Fuck yeah, I was. A finger grazed my most intimate flesh, and I nearly jumped ten feet in response. I was ready, so ready, my cunt twitching wildly before he’d even really touched me. The arm around my waist held me still, so when I bucked and twisted, needing more, less, something I couldn’t articulate, I was held tight.
“This is gonna be hard and fast, and then I can string things out a bit. You need to come.”
“Yes…yes…”
“So come, little omega.”
It took embarrassingly little effort, just a few little nudges of the hood of my clit, before the world exploded. Fireworks lit behind my eyes, sending showers of red and orange across my eyelids as my body jerked. Pleasure licked me from head to toe, but not enough. My cunt was empty, I needed more, more, and I asked for it.
“That’s it,” Rhys crooned gently, then he shifted his fingers until they pierced me.