Page 48 of Omega on Fire

I'm surrounded by the sight, the sound, the smell of my pack pleasuring our Omega. It's primal and beautiful and so fucking right that I can't hold back any longer.

"I'm going to fill you," I warn, feeling the familiar tightening at the base of my spine. "Going to knot you first, Charlotte, mark you from the inside."

"Yes," Charlotte gasps between kisses. "Give it to me, Beaux. I need it."

My hips stutter as I drive into her one final time, my orgasm crashing through me with brain-melting intensity. I roar her name as I empty inside her, claiming her in the most ancient way possible. My vision whitens at the edges, pleasure so intense it borders on pain as I push in hard, my knot clutching her walls.

She comes with me, triggered by the flood of my seed, her second orgasm even stronger than the first. She screams, the sound muffled against Moses’ mouth, her body convulsing between our hands and mouths.

For a moment, we're frozen in that perfect tableau—five people moving as one unit, breathing the same air, sharing the same pleasure.

Then I collapse forward, catching my weight on shaking arms to avoid crushing her. "Fuck." I pant heavily, pressing my forehead to hers. "Holy fuck."

She laughs, breathless and beautiful. "That was just round one."

We lay there for a few moments until my knot deflates, as if it knows it has to share. Before I can respond, she reaches for Moses, pulling away fromTeagan's chest. "You next," she says, leaving no room for argument. "I need to feel all of you."

Moses’ eyes darken to near-black, his control visibly slipping. "Charlotte, are you?—"

"Now!" she insists. I pull out of her gently as we all maneuver around the giant monstrosity of a bed. Charlotte moves to her hands and knees. The position presents her ass to him, her pussy still dripping with my release. "Please, Moses. I need it."

I roll to the side, not going far, content to watch as Moses takes my place. His massive cock makes my mouth dry, the man is hung like a fucking God.

"Easy," I caution him, suddenly protective despite knowing he'd die before hurting her.

Moses nods, positioning himself behind her. His hands, so large they span her hips completely, steady her as he presses forward. Charlotte's eyes flutter closed at the new stretch, a sound between pleasure and pain escaping her lips.

"Breathe," Moses instructs, his voice hypnotic in its deepness. "Just breathe, sweet one."

She does, relaxing as he works his way inside, inch by careful inch. It's a beautiful sight, her bronze skin against his lighter brown, the contrast of his massive frame covering her smaller one.

"So much," she gasps, but pushes back against him, taking more. "So full."

Josiah moves to support her from below, sliding under her so she can rest her weight on his chest. His hands continue their magic on her breasts, keeping her pleasure high while she adjusts to Moses’ size.

Teagan and I flank them, touching whatever skin we can reach, her arms, her shoulders, the curve of her ass where it meets Moses’ hips. We murmur encouragement, praise, filthy promises of what's to come.

"That's it," I whisper as Moses finally seats himself fully inside her. "Take him, baby. Show him that perfect pussy."

She moans at my words, her hips rolling back. Moses groans, his usual composure fractured by pleasure. "Charlotte," he breathily says. "You feel like heaven."

"Move!" she commands, her voice stronger now. "I can take it. I want it hard."

Moses’ control snaps. His hips draw back before slamming forward, the force pushing her down against Josiah, who catches her with steady hands. Moses sets a punishing pace, each thrust powerful enough to rock her entire body.

The room fills with the raw, primal sounds of sex,the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin, the slick, wet heat of Charlotte's body gripping Moses’ cock, the symphony of moans, curses, and praises that escape our lips like a sacred chant. Charlotte takes it all, her body a testament to desire, demanding more with every ragged breath. She's insatiable, a goddess in the throes of passion, and watching her is like witnessing a divine rite.

Every thrust Moses delivers sends a ripple through her, a wave of pleasure that she rides with an abandon that's both beautiful and terrifying. Her skin glistens with sweat, the scent of her arousal mixing with the musk of our combined releases, creating an intoxicating perfume that fills the air. I can't look away, can't stop myself from reaching out to touch her, to feel the heat of her skin, the tremors that run through her muscles.

She's a revelation, this Omega of ours, a force of nature that has us all ensnared. I've seen men break under less, but here she is, taking everything Moses has to give and begging for more. It's a humbling sight, one that stirs something deep within me, a primal need to claim, to protect, to worship.

"More," she gasps, her voice a husky whisper that cuts through the haze of lust. "Give me more, Moses."

And he does, his hips moving like a piston,driving into her with a force that should be too much, but she takes it, takes him, takes us all. It's a dance, a battle, a prayer, a testament to the power of this thing between us, this bond that's only just beginning to form. And as I watch, as I touch, as I breathe in the scent of her, I know that I'm lost, utterly and completely lost, to this woman, this Omega, who has stolen my heart.

"Yes," she chants, head thrown back, sweat glistening on her skin. "Just like that. Don't stop. Don't ever stop."

As if any of us could. As if we haven't been waiting for this very moment since she walked into our lives, bringing that honey-cinnamon scent that haunts my dreams and waking thoughts. Something wild and possessive unfurls in my chest watching her take Moses like this, not jealousy, but a shared victory. This connection between us transcends anything I've experienced, even with my brothers. Charlotte tears down walls I've built since those early foster homes, the ones that taught me wanting things meant losing them. When she commanded Moses to move, it felt it like a command to my own body. I want to laugh at how thoroughly she owns us already, how completely she's dismantled four men who thought themselves unbreakable.

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