Page 90 of Bliss & Her Idols

“It is, as long as the Beta doesn’t mind not sitting the next day. And possessive? You should know that since my song lyrics were all love letters.” Torin’s gaze becomes icily dominant. “For it to work, you simply need a lot of lube, stretching, and excellent aftercare. Most importantly, you need a Beta who gets off on the fantasy. Isn’t that right, anamchara?”

Jin blushes as deeply as Cricket. “I’m yours, Charming. I’ve always been yours, however you want me.”

“Good Beta.”

If they keep talking like this, I’m going to come again untouched.

Torin appears to realize this.

He smirks, circling his finger agonizingly slowly over my clit.

I need more…

Just a little more…

Please…

The cruel Alpha takes his finger away, just before I come.

“Please,” I beg.

“Not yet.” Torin taps Cricket’s nose. “Off my back. Take off those trousers, then straddle our Beta’s legs.”

Cricket immediately obeys like thesweetOmega he is.

Cricket’s chest is rapidly rising and falling, as he pushes off his tight trousers, before throwing them to join the nest.

Torin gives him an appreciative look over, which makes the Omega blush.

Cricket is already hard. Pre-cum is beading on the tip of his cock.

Cricket clambers onto Jin’s thighs. He looks down adoringly at Jin. Then with more confidence, he runs his hands over Jin’s back and sides, before resting them on the Beta’s hips.

Torin reaches to take one of Cricket’s hands. “You’ll need to prepare him. Use her slick as you stretch his tight little hole ready for your pretty cock.”

I don’t understand Jin’s sharp intake of breath, but Torin appears to.

Torin’s expression darkens. “Do you like that idea, anamchara? You’re lying there like a real Omega with slick on your hole, ready to be rutted and bred like I used to knot you.”

“Yeah,” Jin hisses, lost in the fantasy.

Jin’s dark eyes meet mine, as we lie side by side. He reaches out to brush his fingers against mine.

At the same time, Torin entangles his fingers with Cricket’s, before running them through the slick between my thighs.

It’s overwhelming.

All three men are touching me.

Torin guides Cricket, leading him to finger me, as my heart beats faster. My pulse is roaring.

“There,” I murmur. “Crick, yes,there, fucking there. Again, again, and…”

I howl as I come.

Jin never takes his gaze from mine. He holds it like he’s anchoring me, something to hold onto against the waves of pleasure that are threatening to pull me under and away.

I shake and tremble.

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