Page 66 of Omega on Fire

Joker's hands roam my body, exploring me like a map he's determined to memorize. He finds places I didn't know could bring pleasure: the crease of my elbow, the spot just beneath my ear, the sensitive skin where thigh meets hip.

"What does she need?" Teagan asks from the foot of the table, his voice commanding even in questioning.

Moses lifts his head, chin glistening with my arousal. "She needs to cum," he says simply. "Hard and often."

He slides two fingers into me without warning, curling them against that spot that makes stars burst behind my closed eyelids. I break away from Beaux's kiss with a gasp, my hips rocking against Moses’ hand.

"Please," I whimper, not even sure what I'm begging for. More? Release? All of them at once?

"Look at her," Beaux says, reverence in his tone. "Fucking gorgeous when she begs."

Joker makes a sound of agreement, his mouth closing around my nipple again, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. The slight edge of pain amplifies the pleasure coursing through me, pushing me closer to the precipice.

Moses adds a third finger, stretching me deliciously as his tongue returns to my clit, flicking with precise, relentless pressure. The coil in my lower belly tightens, threatening to snap.

"Let go, Charlotte," Teagan commands from the foot of the table. I open my eyes to find him naked now. In fact, they are all naked. Blind and lust drunk, I watch Teagan stroking himself as he watches the three men worship my body. The sight of him, powerful,controlled, but clearly affected, is what sends me over.

My orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, starting where Moses’ mouth meets my core and radiating outward until even my fingertips tingle with it. I cry out, back arching, thighs trembling around Moses’ head as he works me through it, not relenting until the aftershocks fade to gentle tremors.

"Fuck," Beaux breathes, his eyes wide as he watches my face. "That's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

I'm still catching my breath when I feel movement on the table. Teagan has climbed up, kneeling between my legs where Moses has made room for him. His cock stands proud, thick and intimidating, the head glistening with pre-cum.

"Is this what you want?" he asks, voice deceptively gentle as he runs the broad head through my folds, coating himself in my slick.

"Yes," I gasp, lifting my hips in invitation. "God, yes, Teagan."

He pushes in slowly, stretching me around his considerable girth. The burn is exquisite, riding the knife's edge between pleasure and pain. I feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein as he fills mecompletely, bottoming out with a groan that sounds like it's torn from his soul.

"Tight," he grits out, holding still within me. "So fucking tight."

Moses appears at my side again, his fingers tangling in my hair as he turns my face toward him. "Okay?" he checks, his dark eyes searching mine.

I nod, beyond words as Teagan begins to move, slow, deep thrusts that have me seeing stars. Moses smiles, satisfied, then lowers his mouth to mine. He tastes like me, like my own arousal, and the knowledge that he's just had his mouth between my thighs sends a fresh wave of heat through me.

Joker's hands never stop their exploration, trailing fire across my skin as Teagan's pace increases. Beaux has disappeared from my line of sight, but I feel him at the foot of the table, his hands wrapping around my ankles, pulling me more securely onto Teagan's cock.

Teagan's hands grip my hips with bruising force as he pounds into me, the wet sounds of our joining obscene in the quiet room. I'm being consumed, devoured by sensation, Moses’ mouth on mine, Joker's hands on my breasts, Beaux's firm grip on my ankles, and Teagan, Teagan splitting me open, filling me so completely I can feel him in my throat.

"Need to feel you cum again," Teagan growls, onehand releasing my hip to find my clit. His thumb circles the sensitive bud with just the right pressure, and I shatter beneath him, walls clenching around his cock as a second, more intense orgasm rips through me.

My vision whites out, pleasure so intense it borders on pain radiating from my core outward. I hear myself screaming, feel my body convulsing beneath the weight of their hands, their mouths, their attention.

Teagan follows me over the edge with a roar, his hips jerking as he empties himself deep inside me. His scent spikes, raw, masculine power, filling the room as he marks me with his seed.

Before I can catch my breath, Teagan is withdrawing, and Beaux is taking his place. Where Teagan was controlled precision, Beaux is wild abandon. He flips me over with ease, pulling me to my hands and knees on the table.

"My turn, Harley," he growls in my ear as he lines himself up from behind. He pushes in with one smooth thrust, his dick piercing creating a delicious additional sensation as he fills me.

"Oh fuck," I gasp, arms trembling as I try to hold myself up.

Joker appears before me, kneeling at the head ofthe table. "Let me help," he offers, those expressive eyes dark with lust. He slides his legs beneath me, leaning back against the table, supporting my weight as Beaux begins a punishing rhythm behind me.

Moses stands beside the table, stroking himself as he watches Beaux take me. The look on his face is one of pure, unadulterated desire. "So beautiful," he murmurs, free hand reaching out to trace the curve of my spine.

Beaux's hands grip my hips, using them as leverage to drive himself deeper. Each thrust pushes me forward, my face hovering inches above Joker's straining erection. The silent question hangs between us, and I answer by lowering my mouth, taking him between my lips with a moan that vibrates around his length.

His hands find my hair, not guiding, just anchoring himself as if he might float away without the connection. The gentle rain-and-linen scent of him intensifies, filling my lungs as I hollow my cheeks.

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