Page 26 of A Knotty Road Trip

Moving my hands along her thighs, I groan as she slicks against my hand. Needing a taste, I scoop some onto my finger and bring it to my lips. She whimpers, watching me, her eyes blazing as she starts to shake.

I love edging. The way you can bring someone to the brink over and over again; tease them until they are the one begging and pleading for you. Bringing Tate to his knees is one of the hottest things in my life, and I think this little omega is going to be just as needy for me.

Fuck, she tastes amazing. Tate groans, stepping closer. He’s shed his pants, and his cock is in his hand, slowly moving up and down as he watches us.

“Do you want a taste, Alpha,” I purr and he nods, dropping to his knees beside me.

“Fuck, so we are really doing this?” Belle gasps as I drag two fingers along her slit, gathering more slick, coating my fingers and bringing them to Tate’s lips. He groans, licking them clean.

He stops and gives her a serious look.

“Do you want to do this? Tell us now, Belle, because if not we will stop. Consent is very important to us. We would never take advantage of you.”

A tear slips from her eye and rolls down her cheek. I back away, and she grabs my arm, pulling me closer. “I want this. I want a night to just be wild and free. No one has cared about my consent before,” she whispers, and my blood runs hot.

I will destroy anyone who has ever hurt this sweet omega. My omega. “Give me names and I will drain their bank accounts, then drag their bodies somewhere they will never be found and let the wolves have them,” I growl and she shakes her head.

“It’s not important,” she whines, wiggling. Her ass grinding against Angel has him moaning, bringing me back to the here and now. Tate squeezes my shoulder, and I know that we will circle back to disposing of any filth that’s hurt Belle.

“Please,” she whimpers, and I laugh. Releasing her, I lean back on my heels and rip my shirt off and over my head, revealing my ink.

“Oh, God,” she moans, and Tate chuckles.

“Just wait until you see his back, babe,” he says, giving me appreciative looks in the firelight.

“Do you have any hard limits?” Tate asks her, and she shakes her head, licking her lips. More slick runs down her slit, and my mouth waters. Grabbing her thighs once more, I spread her and move onto my stomach.

Her scent is even stronger this close, and I think I may lose myself. “I will never be able to drink a peppermint mocha again without remembering your sweetness.”

Belle gasps, then moans as I lean down to lick up her slick from her thighs, nipping along her flesh.

“Fuck, you taste like my new addiction,” I groan, going back for more, avoiding where she wants me the most.

Belle's back arches, and her nipples beg to be touched, pinched, licked. I look up at Tate. “Touch her, baby, make her cream all over my face before I give her my knot, and you take my ass.”

Angel groans from underneath her, and I feel bad that he chose to hold her through this. Maybe he can take her ass after I finish my dessert.

Tate moves closer, his scent washing over me. I can’t help myself, lifting onto my palms, I lick the tip of his cock. Fuck the both of them together on my tongue is indescribable. I am going to need to hurry this up before I blow my load inside my joggers.

Moving back to the omega in front of me, I gently blow onto her clit before licking up her slick, moaning. “So fucking good, baby.” Swirling my tongue, I clean her up as even more slick coats my chin and scruff.

The guys aren’t the only ones who need to shave.

Belle shudders, her legs starting to shake as I continue to eat her like I’ll never get a bite again. “Oh, Alpha, please. Fuck, I need…” she whines, and I laugh.

“Come on my tongue, and then I’ll fuck this tight little pussy.”

“Hurry the fuck up,” Angel grunts as Belle continues to squirm against him. Blowing once more onto her clit, I take my hand and spread her wider with two fingers before nipping onto her lips, sucking them into my mouth, not wasting a drop of her slick.

If I worried she wasn’t mine before, I don’t now. This omega was made for me… for us. The way her body aches for me to lick, kiss, nip her. “Come for your alpha, little omega. Come for me,” I growl before sucking her clit hard between my lips and rolling it.

“Oh, fuck, Beckettttt!” she screams, slicking all over my face. I smile, moving back while rubbing her thigh. Tate growls, grabbing me by the back of the neck, pulling me onto my knees and taking my lips with his aggressively.

“Fuck, she tastes like sin.” That’s an understatement. I could write so many songs about this omega. The way she sounds as she comes, her breathless pants as I drive her closer and closer to her release.

“That’s it,” Angel grunts, and I pull back from Tate as he continues to lick Belle’s slick from my face. So fucking hot.

I look over, and Angel has Belle straddling him again as he kisses her. “I need your mouth, Vixen,” he groans, and she nods, wiggling down until her ass is in the air just waiting for me to bite it.

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