“That gets you hot?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“Fuck, did I say that out loud?”
“Yeah, you did. Tell me more about what makes you hot, Cyn.”
“Omega,” I corrected, the two of us pausing for a second. “Call me omega.”
“Yeah?” He crowded in then, drowning me in woody scent and muscles and hot fucking kisses. “You gonna be my omega?”
“Yes.” He was teasing, but I wasn’t. I looked up into his eyes, my hand snaking down to cup his knot, and his smile disappeared when I gave it a squeeze, a pleasure close to pain crossing his face. “I want that. I want to be your little omega and take your knot, and I want you to tell me what a good girl I am as I struggle with it.”
“Yeah?”
There was no fun left in him now, only hot, sweet, intensity. He pressed his mouth to mine, barely able to bring it away between kisses, just needing more with a greed I understood.
“I’ll make you mine. I’ve fucking wanted it so damn much. I want you, Cyn, but you’ve got to be straight with me now. I’m too close, the alpha’s too close to the edge. I nearly lost three mates in just as many days, and he’s going mad with it, clawing at me, telling me to make you mine. Tell me I can let him off the chain, and I’ll—”
I silenced him with a kiss, a little one, and he went still when I said the word he was waiting for.
“Yes.”
“Fuck, Cyn…” I was scooped up in a pair of strong arms, brought closer to where Rhys was slowly reintroducing his cock into Orion’s body. “Where? In here or the other room?”
But I couldn’t answer, not just yet, transfixed by the sight of Orion’s mouth hanging open, Rhys rubbing his hand up and down the other man’s back, soothing him with a steady stream of praise.
“He’s hard to take, Rhys,” Brendan said. “In some ways, that was the perfect punishment. You’re better equipped than us, with all that omega flexibility.”
“Is he hurting him?” I asked, watching Orion pant rapidly, his whole body rigid.
“Sort of? Pleasure and pain, it gets mixed up when alphas play. All the stuff that holds us back with omegas isn’t there. The same bullshit about butting heads and mastering the other alpha that keeps them away from your omega is still there, but it shifts.”
Rhys’ hand slid around, stroking Orion’s aching cock, a steady stream of pre-cum spilling from the head as he eased himself deeper.
“More, alpha,” Orion croaked out. “I need you.”
“And I need you to be able to sit down tomorrow.” He rubbed his hand possessively over Orion’s back. “You’ll take me. You always take me so well. You’re squeezing me so tight, which feels like fucking heaven, but I can’t give you what you want until you let me in. Let me in, Orion. Let me in.”
Rhys’ voice was a gentle rumble, completely in control and endlessly reassuring, something that had both Orion and me squirming.
“Here,” Bren decided, laying me on the bed so my head was near Orion’s. “He was like that before we mated, seduced us with that big bear growl, made it sound like he knew exactly how it would all go. It’s one of the reasons why we love him. Kiss O, omega. Remind him how to surrender to those he loves, and I’ll lick that sweet little pussy that’s been driving me nuts for the past few days.”
“Orion…” I prompted gently, those green eyes fluttering before they opened and met mine. He was deep into what was happening in his body, so it took a second to register I was there.
“Cyn…” He hissed my name, then dropped his mouth down on mine, communicating with his lips exactly what was happening in every devastating movement.
“Fuck, yes… That’s it. Jesus Christ, you’re taking me so well. That feels so bloody good. I need to fuck you now, O. I need it, need to feel you clenching tight around me as I give you everything I got. You ready for that?”
Orion’s teeth snapped down on my lip, a little nip to make me feel the twist of pleasure and pain just like he did, and then he snatched his mouth away as Bren hooked my legs over his shoulders, falling to the floor.
“Give it to me,” Orion growled, all alpha command now. “Give it all to me.”
But my attention was jerked away as I felt the first prickle of Bren’s stubble on my thighs. Slow wending kisses made my back arch, wanting to force him up higher, and he chuckled, holding me pinned to the bed.
“Needy, omega?” he asked, and all I could do was nod frantically.
“Bren…”