Page 40 of Into the Fire: Before

She was panting, her fingers tangled into the men’s hair, a whine building in the back of her throat. “Please, Alpha,” she whispered.

I grinned up at her. “So polite, my sweet omega.” I circled her clit once more before I sealed my lips around it and sucked just hard enough for a vacuum. Released pressure. A flick of the tip of my tongue against it, and sucked again.

Taryn shattered like the most gorgeous, most exquisite stained glass I'd ever seen. The men cursed and gasped for air, their hands tightening on their cocks as Taryn bowed up from the couch, her high-pitched cries ringing in the night air like birdsong. I licked her through her orgasm, keeping it rolling as long as I could, relishing her taut muscles beneath my hands, her aroma in my nose, her unrestrained shrieks in my ear.

Eventually, she collapsed, panting, back onto the couch. She lay boneless against the cushions even as both Lin and Brooks continued to devour her. I gave her one, final stroke with my tongue before pushing myself back to my feet. I leaned toward her, kissing her deeply. When I pulled away, her lips were plump and shiny with her own slick.

“Kiss Brooks,” I commanded her, my voice husky. She obeyed immediately, and I turned to kiss Lin without a word. A rumble whispered in the back of his throat as he greedily kissed me back, stealing the taste of my omega from my lips.

Taryn

Maybesomepartofme should’ve been embarrassed that half of Farendale just heard me come harder than I ever have in my whole goddamn life, but I wasn’t. That was beyond intense. Beyond magical. That was a core memory forming, a moment so incredible, so vital to my being that I felt changed from it. An ache in my lower belly attested to how hard my body just worked to create that core memory.

Thanks, body!

Some minutes had passed since the last of my shrieks faded from the air. Brooks and Lin still bracketed me on either side, their heads resting on my shoulders. Brooks grazed his fingers along the line of my clavicle, and Lin simply held my hand, our fingers twined. Brea was perched on his knee, gliding her fingers through his hair, a look of utter contentment on her face.

It was a peaceful moment, a beautiful one. Even with my skirt hiked up around my waist, my bare pussy on the couch cushions, and one tit pulled out of my bra and my makeup undoubtedly a wreck. Even with the men’s hair tousled from my fingers, and the wet patch on the front of Brooks’ pants where he came from the sound of my orgasm, and the lipstick on Lin’s jaw, and the smell of sex on Brea’s face and in her hair.

I’d never looked—neverfelt—so debauched in my life. Bliss carried me like a warm current, and I sank into it. Intothem.

A ringing broke the lovely silence, and Brooks cursed, languidly digging through his pockets for his phone. He looked at the screen, his face falling. “Fucking fuck,” he murmured.

I lifted my arm from the back of the couch and stroked his cheek. “What’s the matter, baby?” I whispered, throat raw from my screams.

Brooks swallowed, then met my gaze. “That’s the hospital. I have to go in.”

An involuntary whine tore from my throat as I gripped his face. “Don’t go,” I whispered as I rested my forehead against his temple.

He released a shaky sigh. “Believe me, sweetness, I wouldn’t if I didn’t have to.”

Stupid, embarrassing tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. As much as all four of us agreed to a bit of fun, my heart clenched at having to let him go.

Reality crept back over us like a rolling fog. Without communicating a word, we all knew that the night—incredible, life-changing as it was—had come to an end. It just didn’t feel right to continue without Brooks. Brooks looked to Lin, who looked to me, who looked to Brea, who grasped my free hand and squeezed.

“Let’s get you up and dressed again, Teacup.”

The three of them gently helped me to stand from the couch, clothing me with tender caresses. With all their hands on me, twisting me up and up until I shattered, I’d felt desired. As their hands drifted over my skin, pulling my clothes back into place and tucking stray hair behind my ears, dropping tender caresses and soft kisses as they went, I felt treasured.

Lin and Brooks walked us to our door, even though it meant trekking back upstairs (and, in Brooks’ case, back down as he rushed to work). We exchanged slow, languid kisses witheach other, exchanging promises to rendezvous again soon, and parted for the evening.

As Brea and I lay tangled together in bed, sleep drifting in at the corners of my vision, I couldn’t help but feel as though, amazing as the night had been, something had been missing.

Or someone.

Twenty-two

Jennie

We’re not converting to a cat cafe.

Taryn

CMONNN

We could rename all our menu items after cats!

Toe-bean boba. Furr-ocious frappe. Black cat-puccino.

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