Page 33 of Enticing Little Omega

"You taste... sinful," Annerly murmured against my lips.

"Sinful enough to tempt you?" I asked, my voice breathy and thready.

He grinned. "Sinful enough to sell my soul for just one more taste."

William's hands roamed gently up my thighs now, beneath the hem of my sundress. Not high enough to cross any lines... but more than enough to make me wish he would be just a smidgelessgentlemanly.

"Colour, baby?" he asked against my ear, his voice like warm honey.

We'd gone over a few things while talking on our picnic, as I was open to trying things out with them. And as such we'd discussed a few limits, some safewords and just general safety guidelines.

"Green," I paused, hesitating on the one word he'd mentioned I could use when ready, "Daddy."

He purred, the rumble hitting me in a way that was indescribable. His fingers traced slow, delicious circles against the backs of my knees, drawing tiny sounds from my throat that I barely recognized as my own.

Annerly leaned in and kissed my shoulder, then lower, dragging the strap of my dress down slowly with his teeth. "We'll stop whenever you need, princess," he murmured. "We're just going to explore and show you how precious you are."

And when William called mehisgirlagain, and Annerly kissed his way down my neck, I let go of every ounce of hesitation I'd been carrying.

Strong, sure fingers travelled up, up, up higher until they reached the hem of my soft cotton underwear. They teased at the elastic, their touch so light at times I felt like I was imagining it.

At the same time, Annerly's lips moved over every bit of naked skin it could find from my neck to my shoulder.

It was pure torture.

I never wanted it to end.

Unless they took it further.

Dear goddess, I hoped they would justtake it further.

A low whine escaped me when I felt like I would fall apart with the need building up inside me. A fierce need that made no bloody sense because they hadn't even touched me in any real naughty way.

"What's wrong, princess?" Annerly asked, smirking at me.

I threw my head back, resting it against William's shoulder and scowled at him. "You know what's wrong." I pouted.

William chuckled before asking. "What's your colour, little one?"

Ugh. "Green," I said petulantly. And oh my goodness... Was I actually pouting?

Both men chuckled again before Annerly's lips moved back to its slow torture again.

This time, though, he focused his attention on the hem of my sundress right above my cleavage. His wet, warm tongue traced the edges, drawing a soft moan from me.

"Do you like that? When our Beta licks those pretty tits of yours?" William asked in my ear, his words a soft whisper, causing a shiver to run through me. "Do you want him to take them out and suck on your perfect nipples, little one?"

I pushed my chest out, arching my back in response.

The combination of Annerly's tongue and William's fingers hovering on the edges of what was 'appropriate' was driving me insane. My body was catching flame, and my Omega wanted more.

I felt needy.

Empty.

Ready for more.

But the knowledge that it wasn't up to me, that for once I didn't have to make the choice was so freeing that I couldn't even ask them for more.

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