“Fuck!” I yelped, mixing my signals as my hands went to his wris
t, making him stop what he was doing until I forced them deeper, bucking my hips to get more.
“I can fucking hear her slick,” Brendan said.
“Now you know what it was like for us,” Orion said, and when my eyes opened, his met mine, taking in every movement, every gasp. “Hearing you lick her little pussy, suck the slick from her, tasting her on your lips.”
I was winding tighter, getting closer to coming, when Rhys pulled his fingers free to the sound of my wail, but that stopped when he pushed them into Orion’s mouth. His eyelids fluttered for a moment, his grip on Rhys’ wrist brutal as he sucked the fingers clean.
“Gonna need that mouth later, alpha,” Rhys said.
“Yours, everything is yours.” But as he licked his lips, his eyes slowly opening again, he looked down at me. “But her first. She needs more.”
Rhys just chuckled, even as his fingers traced my aching centre before plunging back in.
“You don’t know. Jean never shared that with us, never gave himself over totally. They always need more, omegas, that’s their power. They can bring an alpha, four alphas, to their fucking knees with a need to please them. When we get her inside our territory, in our home, on our turf, we won’t be doing anything else. You’ll need to call her mother as soon as we get in, because we are going dark for days.”
“We can’t—” Marcus started to say, right as Brendan’s moans got desperate.
“We will. That’s the way it is, and the sooner you accept that, the better we’ll all do. Fight this, and you’ll put your precious fucking club at risk,” Rhys shot back.
But I didn’t care now, my hips rocking against his hand, his thumb pressing down firmly on my clit, making me gush all over his fingers, letting them sink deeper. But not deep enough, that had my brows scrunching tight. Somehow, I knew there was more, so much more that I needed.
My eyes flicked open, searching Rhys’ reassuring blue ones, a plea on my lips unspoken.
“Alpha…”
That’s all I managed to get out before he nodded slowly.
“Pulling in. Hold tight!” Brendan yelped as we slammed up a ramp, as Rhys shoved his fingers deep inside me. I came, but it felt unfinished, the pleasure sweet, so fucking sweet, but I just reached for more.
The car parked abruptly, Brendan’s door opening as he threw himself across the bonnet, landing on the other side, only to open Marcus’ door.
“Alpha—”
“I’ve got you, love,” Marcus replied before taking Brendan’s cock in hand and then licking it from root to tip.
“No foreplay. I need you,” Brendan snarled, and Marcus smiled right before his lover pushed his cock between his lips. He grabbed Brendan’s hips, holding him close, as if the other man would try to get away, but there was no risk of that. He fucked Marcus’ face in short brutal strokes, sobbing out his pleasure as Orion walked farther into the parking garage, his phone at his ear.
“Outside, omega, hands on the car, bent over, arse in the air,” Rhys said, dragging me from the backseat and dropping my feet onto the concrete.
Yesss… There was something to this position, something that had my body falling into familiar lines. My imagined alpha with his plastic cock from earlier came to me, but the real one was so much better. I let out little sounds of approval as one hand, then another, landed on my hips, forcing me to cant them backwards to make it easier for him to get to me.
There was no need. He shifted my body to his satisfaction, then leant down, covering my body with his, making me feel like a tiny little thing in comparison. I rocked against the hard lump in his jeans, knowing what I needed.
“I’m going to taste you now, omega. Burrow my tongue into your pretty little cunt, feel it clench down around me. I need it, the taste of what I’ve been scenting since you walked into this club. You gonna give that to me?”
I cried out yes, over and over, as he slid to his knees, as he pushed my thighs wide, as I felt the first prickle of his stubble on my skin. There was supposed to be something submissive about the position I was in, but I fairly rode his face, feeling everything he described and more. But it wasn’t enough, even though his tongue felt like soft, seeking heaven. My hands left the car, clawing at my dress, my nipples aching as Rhys’ lips closed over my clit, rolling it in his mouth in gentle pulls. Then a hand went to the nape of my neck, the sound of my zipper parting obscenely loud, the trail of one finger down my spine pulling my focus away. I turned, thinking it was Orion, but it was him.
Marcus stood behind me, his legs between Rhys’, his thumb going to the side of his mouth, wiping away the last of Brendan’s cum and pushing it into my mouth as he held my eyes. I buckled, Rhys’ hands holding me up, those decorous licks transmuting into a greedy feasting, my eyelids fluttering as I sucked every trace of Brendan from Marcus’ fingers. As a reward, my dress was pushed down and my breasts freed, my nipples pulling even tighter in the cold, which brought his hands. Big enough to swamp them, fingers hard enough to pinch them, making my body twist with pleasure and pain.
“You’re going to come, omega, all over my lover’s face. You’re going to drown him in you. He wants it so fucking much, that glorious, velvet oblivion that only you can give him. I can give him pain, pleasure, fuck him raw, but I can’t give him that.”
I was trying to read his expression right as my world was coming apart. Rhys pushed a finger inside me, hooking it up, then another and another, approximating the stretch of his knot.
“Do it with him,” I gasped.
“What?”