Page 54 of Enticing Little Omega

"Hush, little one, Daddy's got you," I soothed her as I moved up the bed, thrusting into her in one smooth motion.

She was so fucking tight. So perfect. Wet, warm and welcoming.

"Fuck, yes, fuck," I ground out, using every ounce of my self control to not come in mere minutes like an inexperienced school boy.

"More," Christa cried out, head thrashing from side to side, her body flushed with heat, and before I could give any of the others instruction, Anton was there, cock in hand, kneeling next to our girl.

"I have what you need, Little bit. Open up that mouth for me, Omega. Let me fill it."

At his command, Christa zeroed in on him, turning her gaze on the big, hulking man. Without further instruction, she opened her mouth wide, and practically sucked him down her throat by the groan he let out.

"Such a good girl for Daddy," he praised her as I started slowly thrusting into the tightest pussy I've ever had.

"Fuck yes, the best little girl," I murmured as I bottomed out again. "Now you're going to be extra good and take a good pounding, because there's no way I'm going to be able to take things slow."

And I don't.

As Anton fucks Christa's throat, I lay claim to her cunt in a way that will hopefully leave a permanent mark on her soul.

We haven't talked about bonding yet, and I know we can't do it in a heat haze, but fuck, I want nothing more than to feel her inside me, the way I do Annerly.

The man in question looks up at me and sends a pulse of love and lust through our bond before moving back to the tits he'd been praising with his mouth.

Christa's fingers dug into his hair, holding him there, and as I grabbed hold of her hips, wrapping her legs around my waist, Drew joined us in the nest, his own hard cock in his hand as he slowly jacked it to the vision in front of us.

My spine started tingling, and I flicked Christa's clit in time with my thrusts, desperate to have her clutch my cock with her pretty pussy.

My pack mate bent over us, his mouth replacing my finger, his mouth latching on her clit and she went off like fireworks.

Her orgasm had another rush of perfume filling the room around us, and I gave one last thrust, my knot slipping in, locking my cock and cum in her pussy.

Her cries filled the room, as Anton pulled out of her mouth, and gave his own erection a few more pumps before spilling his seed on Christa's chest.

Chapter 25

Christa

The nest smelled like us.

Warm and musky, sweet and sharp. Slick, sweat and sex. The whole thing was soaked in it—sheets tangled, shirts rumpled, skin pressed against skin. I could barely tell where I ended, and they began.

And I didn’t want to.

Someone’s chest was at my back. Annerly, I thought. His scent was softer than the others, like warm cuddles and safety. Anton's arms were around my waist, his knot still swollen, keeping us locked together while my thighs trembled in the aftermath.

I was full. Stretched. Slick dripping down my thighs, my lips swollen and used—but my body still hummed, still craved.

Stillneeded.

I whimpered and tried to shift, but even that small movement made my belly cramp and my cunt flutter.

“Easy Little bit,” Anton murmured against my neck, kissing behind my ear. His voice was gravel-rough, wrecked from groaning my name into every corner of this nest.

As his knot slipped out, William came into the nest with a tray of food.

I groaned in protest.

“You’ve got to eat something, little Omega. I know it’s hard, but we’ve got to take care of you.”

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