“That’s my girl. I want you to grow used to this, get greedy for all of the pleasures we can give you, because we’ll spend our fucking lives bestowing every single one, if you but let us.”
With that, I was picked up and deposited on the couch, while he slipped to the floor. He looked up from where he kneeled, brushing the backs of his fingers through my folds.
“I want to see your pussy when you come this time. I want to watch it twitch and spasm. You can do that for me, omega, can’t you?”
Yes. That was on the tip of my tongue, because of course it was. I wanted him, wanted to grab that too beautiful face and jam it between my legs, forcing him to lick me to my next orgasm, but I didn’t. The door clicked open, and we both looked up to see Tobias standing there, frozen to the spot. Those brown eyes bled to silver, his wolf peering through as he stared at his brother, then me, slowly caressing every inch of my bared flesh with those cold, cold eyes.
“What the fuck are you doing, Beau? We talked about this.”
“No, you talked and we listened, more or less, but you need to shut up right now.”
“What? We—”
“She’s in deep, and I need to see this through. Once I’ve finished, once I’ve seen to her aftercare and held her against my chest, tucked in tight, and purred for her, then we can talk, but not before now. So get out or…”
“Or?” Just one word, but it was dragged out of Tobias in the form of a growl.
“Or you could take a seat and watch our mate come for a third time, maybe a fourth. We’ll see.” Beau’s bright blue eyes returned to me, sparkling with mischief. “Won’t we, omega?”
27
“Beau…”
Some of the haze of lust that had clouded my mind started fading away as the other alpha settled down in his chair, his fingers forming a steeple. Tobias seemed to take the two of us in with one heated glance.
“Yes, Beau, what have you been doing as I was downstairs, trying to save our company?”
“I was in here, trying to save our mate,” Beau shot back, before turning to me. “I was trying to give her all of the pleasure she deserves, because she’s been experiencing too much pain lately.”
“Because of us.” There was a hint of criticism in Tobias’ voice, but that was stifled somehow by the way his eyes raked across my body.
I was feeling exposed. Beau had me damn well showcasing my vag to the room like I was rocking the bloodyMona Lisadown there or something. My thighs flexed against Beau’s grip, wanting to close and lower, but his hands just tightened, holding me right where I was. Tobias noted that, tracing the lines of my calves, my thighs. I could almost feel something slide up between them, tracing the swollen, messy folds of my cunt before trailing upwards. His eyes met mine, his stare unending, before he finally spoke.
“Show me.” Tobias’ voice vibrated with command. “Show me how you pleasured our mate.”
“Ready, love?” Beau’s face had transformed and was fairly brimming with devilry, but he waited and waited until I nodded. I shouldn’t, but at the same time, I couldn’t seem to stop myself. His fingers knew me, knew just where I wanted to be touched, and he did so with just the right degree of pressure to make me feel more pleasure, despite my over sensitive state. He was like a musician, playing only little, tiny, almost inaudible notes to tease out your ears, but imperceptibly slowly, the sounds grew, swelling, just like I did, until the silence of the room was punctuated my pants, my little cries, while my hips flexed against Beau’s grip as the other hand made a mess of me.
Two fingers were pushed in, quickly followed by a third.
“Can you take more? I think you can. I think you’d like that, the stretch of it. We’ll push you to your limits when you take our cocks.” His fingers withdrew, drawing a sobbing cry from me, but he pushed them back in, more than I could comfortably take, that terrible stretch as he forced them in making my hands claw at the couch.
“Beau…”
Tobias’ voice was full of warning and censure.
“She’s all right, aren’t you, Sage? Tell him, love.” Beau’s fingers curled up as much as they could in the now tight space. “Tell him what this feels like.”
He paused then, waiting for me to do just that, his fingers brushing against that place inside me that ached sullenly, waiting for Beau to move and transform the feeling into something heartbreakingly intense. He shifted his fingers slightly in and out, just enough to remind me of how it felt when my cunt sucked at them, trying to keep him right where he was.
Where he needed to be.
“Tight…” I gasped out.
“You are. I admit I want to test just how tight with every breath, but what else? How do you feel?”
“Stuffed. Full.” The words were coming faster because with each one, I was rewarded with movement, with thrust, and with curling, come-hither, fingers. “That place…”
“This one?”