Page 38 of Into the Fire: Before

Royally. Epically. Undoubtedly.Fucked.

Twenty-three

Brooks

Iwaslearningveryquickly that only a fine line separated heaven from hell. I couldn’t decide where it was I actually knelt as I watched—as Ifelt—my alpha touching the sweet omega spread out before me like a buffet. A buffet I was barred from eating. But, oh, didn’t it look absolutely breathtaking.

But fuck if I didn’t want a taste for myself.

“One…” Brea’s voice sounded behind me.

“Two…” He was gonna win. I knew he would. Not only because I was painfully, blissfully aware of how good Lin was with his hands, but because of the sight and sounds and smells already coming from the omega. She was halfway over the cliff already. Lin could probably pull two more over a span of fifteen seconds.

“Three.”

We all gasped in unison as Lin pushed his way inside her shining, dripping pussy. Taryn’s fingers curled through Lin's shining black hair, her legs pushing themselves wider, beckoning him in.

I was dying. Gods, I could hear how wet she was as Lin’s hands moved with expertise. It only added to the debauchery of the scene, sweet Taryn with her skirt hiked up nearly to her waist being finger-fucked by another alpha while their bonded mates watched on.

Kneeling beside Brea, I was almost as bewitched by the alpha's pomegranate arousal as Taryn's overpowering toffee. Between the two of them, I would likely pass out at any time.

Lin was gonna win. Taryn was rocking into his hand now, her breath coming out in short, chopped keens.

“Five…four…” Her faced, scrunched and tensed, loosened. Her mouth dropped open.

“Three…two…” A breathy sigh escaped, so different from the desperate whimpers from before but equally beautiful. I wanted to bottle that sound, play it on repeat until I died.

“One…” A sweat droplet formed on my temple, trailing down. Taryn’s body trembled, tiny tremors that warned of the impending earthquake.

“Time’s up, hand up,” Brea announced.

Lin was a stronger man than me as he immediately pulled his hand back, holding glistening fingers up in the air. Taryn mewled at the loss, face scrunching. It was sexy as hell. But it was also…cute.

Brea walked around back of me, approaching Lin’s outstretched hand. She grabbed it by the wrist, pulling it ever so slightly in my direction. I leaned toward it, as though it were gravity itself pulling me in.

Her other hand reached for my shoulder. “Uh-uh, baby beta,” she crooned, stopping my lean. “Naughty boys don’t get a taste.” Brea locked eyes with me as she pulled Lin’s fingers, instead, toward her own lips. Closed her mouth around his two slick-covered fingers, and sucked. I nearly fucking passed out as she hollowed her cheeks, jaw working as her tongue scraped everysweet morsel from my alpha’s fingers. His eyes, locked on Brea, were blown black. She pulled Lin’s fingers from her mouth nice and slow, two faint red streaks betraying her dragging teeth.

The omega spoke for the first time since we began. “Alpha doesn’t play fair,” she said, sounding breathless.

Brea leaned forward, grasping her omega’s head and pulling her in for a kiss that had me burning through every inch of my body. She pulled away, still holding Taryn’s neck as she said, “I don’t believe there were any rules about how fair I had to be, were there?”

Lin and I exchanged a glance as Brea stood again. Taryn, apparently feeling emboldened and impatient, explained, “Brea knows my record is eighteen seconds.” Her gaze traveled between Lin and me. “Would’ve served her right if I’d broken it with someone else.”

“I’m more than happy to forfeit the game if anyone would like to cry foul play,” Brea said, tone nothing but innocence.

“No!” I reached out for her hand, likely earning myself another punishment for touching when I shouldn’t, but I wasn’t above begging. She arched a perfect red brow at me, and I swallowed hard. “Please.”

She chuckled from the back of her throat, as though she found me amusing. She gestured with her head to my vacated seat. I followed her wordless command. Brea stood in my former kneeling place, hair perfect, dress perfect, the muscles of her thighs and calves on display in her heels.

“Alpha,” she said, looking to Lin. She turned to me. “Beta.” We both attended her eagerly. “Resume your positions holding my omega’s legs nice and wide.” Lin’s hand had never left its spot, and I rushed to resume mine, pulling her left leg roughly back, my fingers clinging to her skin. Brea bent over then, her red curls falling over her shoulder as she reached for the straps of Taryn’s dress.

“Fucking hell,” I breathed through my teeth, gripping Taryn’s knee tighter.

Brea tsked me as she pulled the thin straps off Taryn’s shoulders. “Are we doing such a poor job that you believe yourself to be in hell?” she asked slowly, seductively, as the satin neckline dropped low enough to see the red lacy edge of her bra. I knew from my over-the-shirt explorations earlier that it wasn’t padded, but seeing it now, seeing how barely there it truly was, had me salivating. The cup was largely sheer, but a delicate lacy design covered just the nipple, the most beautiful censorship I’d ever seen.

“Both of you, palm yourselves. Over your pants.”

Neither of us hesitated, both of us groaning in agonized relief as we gave ourselves the friction we needed. Brea hooked her finger over the center of the neckline, pulling the bodice down so it fell to her waist. Taryn’s exposed skin pebbled against the summer breeze. Fucking fuck, I couldseeher nipples hardening beneath her bra.

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