Page 65 of Omega on Fire

I feel dazed by the kisses, by the electric tension crackling between us. Joker's hands still frame my face, Moses' fingers trace patterns on my thigh, and Beaux’s warmth radiates against my side. Teagan watches from across the table, his restraint a tangible thing.

The record player crackles in the corner, the jazz notes floating around us like smoke. My body thrums with need, with the certainty of what comes next.

I turn to Moses, extending my hand. "Help me up?"

He rises from the floor without hesitation, onewarm, calloused hand wrapping gently around mine. Beaux follows, standing and giving me room to slide out of my seat, my bare feet hitting the wood floor. The air kisses my exposed skin, and I feel the energy in the room shift and ripple like a current.

Beaux watches me closely. He sees it, the way I reach behind me for the zipper of my gown, the slow drag of satin down skin. His eyes flare, and then he's moving, stepping in behind me, hands replacing mine.

"Let me," he murmurs, voice husky.

He peels the dress from my body like I'm his gift. The zipper hums, and cool air brushes across my spine. I close my eyes as the fabric slides over my hips, pooling at my feet. I step out of it, unhooking my bra, my panties and stockings follow. They've seen my body, there's no need to overthink my appearance. I feel cherished under their hungry eyes.

"Fucking gorgeous, Harley," Beaux says as he stoops to pick up my clothes with surprising tenderness, folding them over a chair. His hands return, steadying me, guiding me.

"Up you go, Harley."

With his help, I climb onto the table. The wood is warm under my feet, then my thighs as I lower myself to lie back. I stretch out, completely bare under thesoft light, surrounded by half-eaten pizza, wine, and four hungry stares.

"Dessert is served," I purr boldly. Unapologetic about what I want in this moment.

The noise that erupts from them is unified and instinctual.

Moses sits closest to my side, his palm sliding over my shin. Teagan leans back in his seat like a man trying to keep himself chained. Joker's fingers twitch against the stem of his wine glass. Beaux stays standing, gaze sweeping over every inch of me like he's committing it to memory.

"No worries tonight," I say, voice silk. "No plans. No strategies." I stretch my arms above my head, arching slightly. "Just us."

They move slowly, reverently, gently. I feel like I'm being unwrapped, soft satin ribbons brushing against my skin. Every caress is measured. Intentional. Their restraint is maddening and intoxicating.

Moses runs his fingers down my sternum, his frankincense-and-myrrh scent grounding me. "Are you sure, sweet one?"

I smile at him, at all of them. "I've never been more sure."

Beaux trails his hands up my calves, parting my legs slightly with a grin that promises ruin. Jokerkneels beside the table, his lips finding my wrist, then my elbow, then the inside of my arm.

Teagan stands at the foot of the table like a king surveying his kingdom. "Say it," he says, low and firm. "Say what you want."

"I want to be yours," I whisper. "All of yours."

Their control shatters. And their worship begins.

Moses is the first to touch me, his large hand cupping my breast, thumb rolling over my nipple with exquisite precision. I arch into his touch, a moan escaping my lips as Beaux's mouth finds my ankle, then my calf, then the sensitive inside of my knee. The metal of his lip piercing offers a thrilling juxtaposition, its cool surface meeting the warmth of his passionate, lingering kisses.

"Beautiful," Joker murmurs, his hands replacing Moses’ as he leans down to capture my other nipple between his lips. The wet heat of his mouth sends shockwaves through me, my body responding with a pulse of slick between my thighs.

Teagan remains at the end of the table, watching, his hands working his belt open with methodical patience. The sound of leather sliding through loops makes my core clench with anticipation.

"Look at you," he says, voice rough with want. "Spread out like a feast."

Moses chuckles against my hip bone, where his mouth has traveled. "And we're all very hungry."

His lips trail lower, his broad shoulders pushing my thighs further apart. The first touch of his tongue against my center has me crying out, my back arching off the table. He groans against me, the vibration sending sparks shooting up my spine.

"Honey," he murmurs against my flesh. "You taste like honey and sin."

Beaux appears at my head, leaning over me upside down, his dark eyes blazing with heat. "I need to taste those sounds, Harley."

He captures my mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing my moans as Moses works me with his tongue, tracing lazy circles around my clit before dipping lower to tease my entrance. The dual sensations, Beaux's demanding kisses and Moses’ talented mouth, have me spiraling quickly toward the edge.

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