Page 41 of Dance Omega Dance

"Come on then," Zach laughed, his arms secure around me as he carried me the last few steps to my room. "Let's go!"

The nest cradled me like it had been waiting. Familiar blankets tangled with a new scent, thick and intoxicating, once mine, nowtheirs. My body arched into the bedding, a new wave building just beneath my skin.

“Fuck,” Zach muttered, inhaling deeply. “You smell like heaven dipped in sin,” he growled. "Think I might just die."

I let out a ragged laugh, my teeth biting into my bottom lip. “Get in line.”

"Now that's more like it," Zach grinned, already tugging at his shirt and singing under his breath. Then he looked at me, his eyes narrowed. “But wait... are you ready, princess?” he asked.

I nodded, my heart racing as they surrounded me. It was too much, not enough, a whirlwind that swept me up and held me suspended in unbearable tension. Their presence wrapped around me like a second skin, thick and warm.

Blake stayed close, crouching beside me, hand warm against my cheek. “Zach, slow down. She’s still catching up.”

Anders echoed the sentiment with a look, brushing damp strands of hair from my eyes. "It's a lot to take in. We know."

A moment of stillness, a few breaths, and then another spasm cut my thought short, a white-hot lash searing throughmy core. I curled into a cocoon, gasping, my nails digging crescents into my palms. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and I could feel the insidious pull of my omega nature, begging for more of my alphas' touch.

"Please!Make it stop!"

"Okay, okay!" Zach said, holding his hands up in mock surrender before scooping me up again.

He swept me off the bed and spun me around, a whirlwind of motion that left me dizzy with need and laughter. "I told you I might die," he said, dropping me back into my nest and collapsing beside me, his touch as light as his mood was heavy.

"You won't die," I said, barely recognizing my voice, thick with desperation. "But I might if you don't hurry."

Anders knelt beside me, taking my hand in his. The contact sent a shiver up my spine.

Blake’s thumb brushed my lower lip. “Then let us take care of our Omega, then.”

They moved in unison. Anders lit candles, their flickering glow softening the room. Blake stripped slow and deliberate. I moaned at the sight of him, heat flaring under my skin at the sight of muscle and power laid bare.

I reached hungrily at Zach’s belt, but he batted me away with a chuckle. “Keen little Omega.”

I pouted. Then another wave crashed over me, sharp as broken glass, and he didn’t joke again. He kissed me, rough and demanding, his tongue a forceful presence in my mouth, a fiery brand of ownership. My fingers curled into fists, fighting the urge to tear his clothes off. The only thing louder than my pulse was the gnawing need roaring inside me. But I panted, panted into his mouth as he continued the kiss, unbuckling his trousers at the same time.

Blake crawled onto the bed beside me. I reached out and grabbed at his naked body. His cock twitching for my touch.“Not yet, sweetheart,” he smiled. “It’s my turn first.” Within moments, his mouth crashed down onto my breast, suckling my nipple into his mouth, teasing, taunting it with his tongue. The sensitivity of it sent groans rippling through my body. I pushed into him, needing more.

Anders growled, and I shivered in anticipation as he made his way between my thighs, kissing them and pulling my pants off, revealing my lace underwear. “So wet,” he growled. “You’ve been holding this in too long.”

He gripped the thin fabric, shredding it under his grasp with a soft sigh. Cold air kissed my soaked folds, and I cried out, arching my back.

His tongue found my clit, and I shattered.

A scream, raw and untamed, tore from my throat. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, grinding against him as he devoured me. Blake's mouth closed around my nipple, his tongue flicking, sucking, until I was thrashing between them.

“Mmm,” Anders purred against my core. “Good girl. You taste as sweet as sugar.”

My hips rocked, body surging up to meet his mouth, desperate for more. The sound of him drinking from me only added to the intense, erotic experience.

With each stroke, he teased me to the edge, his rhythm hypnotizing my body as I screamed out for more. Anders pulled back, placing butterfly kisses up my stomach and to my nipple, sucking so hard my toes curled.

“Myturn,” Blake said, sliding between my thighs. I could feel the heavy heat of him, his hot pulsating cock pressed against me, teasing. I whimpered, the need spiraling out of control.

“Please,” I gasped. “Fill me. Knot me.” My fingers gripped the blankets, curling them up into my fists. “Knot! NOW!”

His grin vanished, and he growled, his body vibrating with its own needs. He pushed in slowly at first, filling me, stretch by delicious stretch, and I moaned so loud it echoed off the walls.

“More,” I begged, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. “Don’t stop.”

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