Page 37 of Game Over

Think of…kittens…something not sexy. Unsexy stuff.

Uhhhh… my grandma.

Oh, that was probably too much. I didn’t need to get soft, I needed to stay focused.

“Such a good puppy for me,” Tara purred in my ear, her words slurring together in a rush between panting breaths. “I wish I’d put your collar on. Always so pretty for me with my name glittering around your throat.”

Oh, God,fuck.

I needed her to stop talking to me like that. It was so not helping.

“Maybe a hand collar would be sufficient,” Charlie rumbled, as much a growl as spoken words.

Tara didn’t need to be told twice, her fingers wrapping around my throat so that the silver rings circling her fingers glittered in the light.

The added pressure against my airway put me over the edge, my hips stuttering as I filled her tight cunt again.

But Tara was relentless, continuing to ride me like her life depended on it.

There was no way I was going to be able to do this alone.

A horrible thought, with a reality that I wasn’t sure how we’d come back from.

But Tara needed him… and I couldn’t help but be curious.

I just hoped that our friendship was stronger than a heat fuck.

I could feelJesse’s eyes on my face, sense the rising tension in the line of their hard body’s rigid muscles. It was difficult to focus, the thrumming demand of the heat clawing at my insides with desire so thick that my mind was devoid of nearly anything else.

My eyes squeezed shut as I tried to zero in on the ragged sounds of my own breathing and the quickly rising pleasure that threatened to haul me under the surface of yet another orgasm.

I couldn’t think about Charlie anymore.

I especially couldn’t think about the wet spot waiting for me in his lap.

That he needed me as badly as I craved him.

It felt a lot like those first few moments at the Omega’s Lust, me waiting on my knees for my alpha to slip his cock through the hole in the wall so I could taste his delicious, sweet as pie, cock.

The longer I continued to ride Jesse, the more my need continued to claw and scrape against my resolve.

I loved Jesse, of that I was absolutely positive. But if I didn’t act soon, if Charlie didn’t put his hands on me, I was going to explode.

“Jesse…” I whispered, panting as I tried to chase another orgasm against him.

His fingers moved against my clit roughly, trying to keep up with my disastrously high need for stimulation. But it wasn’t enough, another whine so close to the surface I could practically taste it. Like when you were about to cry and holding your breath to keep it in, it did nothing but give you a headache in the process.

The hollow ache in my center wanted, demanded. And as much as I wanted to avoid the issue, to pretend that Charlie’s scent alone would be enough. I needed more.

I needed to be fucked and knotted into dust by an alpha.

That alpha.

Myfucking alpha.

Jesse’s emerald gaze was so kind, so pure, that it almost broke my resolve, almost made me tell them I was fine, everything was fine.

But, in fact, it wasn’t.

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