Page 86 of Knot All that Glitters: Part 1

“We don’t want to push you if you aren’t.”

I give a nod, holding Hale’s gaze the whole time, letting him see I mean it. He grins. And it’s that gorgeous smile he gave me on my birthday. So pretty. Painfully pretty.

“What do you want then, omega? You want us to make you come? Play with your pretty little pussy until you’re gushing slick?”

My face flushes again, but this time from arousal. I open my lips to agree, to shout ‘fucking yes!’ but nothing comes out. Hale’s smile softens, and he bends to kiss my parted lips, tongue slipping between them immediately, tasting me.

Creed’s fingers slide up the hem of my shirt and then dip into the elastic of my panties, toying with it, stroking the sensitive skin there.

They move me between them, ushering me over to the desk where Hale pushes things out of the way and Creed helps me hop up on the hard surface. In moments, I’m stripped bare, completely naked in front of them, stretched out on the rich wood.

It’s not fair, so I reach out and fist their shirts, tugging on them and they both whip them off over their heads, letting me see their tattooed bodies. So fucking sexy. All of them. I can’t get enough of looking at them, running my hands over the dips and valleys of muscle and sinew.

I do that now, running one palm over each of their chests. They both watch the descent of my hand, the play of my fingers over their ridges, through the soft hair that peppers their chests and the trail that leads down, down, down.

Creed catches my hand before I can reach his belt, pressing a kiss to my palm before he sets it carefully on my stomach. I hook my fingers in Hale’s belt loop and pull him closer as Creed rounds the desk until he’s standing between my spread knees dangling over the edge of the wood.

His hands stroke up and down my thighs and my mouth opens on a soundless whimper. Apparently, I can’t even do that for them. Tears of frustration build behind my eyes. “Shh.” Halestrokes a finger down my nose. “It’s okay, mouse. It’s okay. Everything’s fine.”

Creed makes a noise of agreement then drops to his knees, hooking his hands under my ass to pull me closer to the edge, until he’s right there, up close and personal with my most intimate parts. He slides his hands to the juncture of my thighs, palms pressing the slightest bit to hold me open farther and his thumbs spread my lower lips.

“How are you so fucking pretty everywhere, baby girl? Little pink pussy just begging to be kissed.” He leans forward and does just that, placing a soft kiss against my clit. My hips buck up, trying to get more, but he pulls away before I can make any firm contact. “Come look at her, Hale,” he urges. “You ever seen anything so fucking pretty before?”

Hale joins Creed between my legs, and this might be the most erotic moment of my life. Not the alley on my knees with Creed. Not the park where I orgasmed too many times to count before they marked me with their cum. But this. Just two men staring straight at my pussy, studying it, appreciating it, worshiping it with their eyes.

A trickle of slick pours out of me and Hale sucks in a sharp breath. “I can’t say that I have, brother. Our girl has the prettiest, most eager little cunt there is. Look at all that wet, hot slick just for us.” He looks up at me with a brow arched. “It is for us, isn’t it, mouse?”

I nod my answer since I can’t moan it.

“Well, fuck,” Creed sighs. “We shouldn’t waste it then, should we?”

Hale’s hand on Creed's head urges him forward. “No, we definitely shouldn’t. Lick up all that slick. Get her nice and clean.”

Creed stubble brushes against the inside of my thighs. His nose nudges against my folds, but he doesn’t lick me. He groans,and it takes me a moment to realize he’slicking the desk, the puddle of slick there, moaning like he fucking loves it, loves the taste. That realization only has more gushing out of me. He laps that up too, before he drags his tongue up and over me. Finally.

“Fuck,” I gasp out and then my mouth snaps closed in surprise. I haven’t been able to say anything to any of them for almost a week. But this is when the commands break? I guess technically I’m not saying that to either of them. I’m just saying it as an exclamation to the room in general.

Between my thighs, Creed stops his licking, arching a brow as he lifts his head. “Say that again.”

I meet his gaze. My lips part and… nothing comes out. I make a sound of disappointment, my fist slamming into the desk in frustration. Creed rubs his lips over my inner thigh, his stubble scraping beautifully against my tender skin. “It’s okay, baby girl. It’ll come, don’t force it.”

“You talking about her orgasm or her ability to talk?” Hale asks, idly plucking at my nipples.

“Both.”

I moan when Creed’s tongue circles my clit, then flicks it. His fingers grip the insides of my thighs, spreading me wider, making my muscles tremble. “Such a good girl for us,” Hale praises. “Look at you, dripping slick all over my desk like the needy little slut you are.”

“Fuck,” I say again and this time we just go with it. Let it happen. Creed doesn’t stop eating my pussy like a man starved, and Hale doesn’t stop lavishing attention on my nipples, my breasts.

My fingers clutch at the back of Creed’s head, lacing through his hair and holding him against me. My other hand does the same to Hale, when he bends and sucks as much of my tit into his mouth as he can, tongue flicking over the hard peak. “Please,” I mutter mindlessly. “Please. Please. Oh god. Yes,Creed. Right there.” He snarls in pleasure against my dripping folds and I vaguely realize I said his name, spoke to him directly.

Hale hums and releases my breast with a pop, nuzzles his way up to my mouth to kiss me. “I’m so fucking tempted to make you swallow my cock, mouse.” His hand loops around the front of my neck. “Come down this pretty little throat of yours.” He pecks at my lips again. “But If I did, we wouldn’t be able to hear the husky voice crying out for more, screaming for us. And fuck do we need that right now.”

He leans back and stares down at me. “You need more, mouse?”

I nod frantically, barely noticing the move makes my head throb, my free hand moving to pluck at my nipple. “Yes. More, Hale, please. More.”

His lips curve into a smile and his eyes close, like he’s savoring hearing his name from me. When his icy blue eyes open, they’re heated, full of lust. “You heard her, Creed. Give her more.”

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