Page 91 of Their Knotty Pack
As fast as I can, I shimmy off my leggings and shirt, arching up awkwardly to unhook my bra.
Bythe time I'm done, both Damien and Miles are stark naked, both their hard cocks in their hands.
"Okay, bright eyes, take one hand and trail it down your stomach." Damien commands, and my pussy clenches at his order. I follow his instruction, watching as his own eyes track my hand.
"Now what?" I ask on a breath as I take in Damien's gloriously naked body. Lean but still fit and toned, it's no wonder he could carry me up the stairs easily. His bronze skin is illuminated by the fairy lights, and he looks like some kind of…sun god or something.
"Use your fingers to get yourself off," he says in a low, husky tone, "while I take care of our omega."
First, Damien gently cups the side of Miles' face, and my breath catches in my throat when I watch their lips meet. This isn't the rough battle of dominance that he shared with Kieran.
No, this is a tender, loving moment that if Damien hadn't specifically invited me to watch, I'd feel like I'm intruding right now.
Then Damien drops to his knees.
My fingers move on their own as I watch Damien take the head of Miles' cock in his mouth.
Miles' head falls back on a groan, his hand threading through Damien's hair.
"Fuck, you taste good." Damien gasps, popping off Miles. “Tell me what she's doing," His words make me remember that I'm supposed to be touching myself.
Gods, this is so hot. My fingers slip down to my slick pussy, and Miles lets out a strangled moan. "She…ah fuck!" Damien's mouth swallows him whole, his nose pressing into his pubic bone.
Shit, he's better at deep throating than I am.
Miles turns his head to look at me, his pupils blown. "She's playing with her clit, and one of her hands is tweaking her nipple. She looks so fucking pretty, with her cheeks flushed, and her breathing coming out in little pants." Miles sends a wave of what he's feeling through our bond, pushing me close to the edge.
Andhim relaying everything I'm doing is really just making everything so much hotter.
Damien groans around Miles, and that's when I realize he's jerking himself off while he's sucking him. I slip two fingers inside myself, relishing the way Miles' hands tighten in Damien's hair at the sight.
"She just pushed two fingers inside, and her thumb is playing with her clit."
Damien's hand moves faster, and if he's not careful, he's going to cum on the floor instead somewhere on or in one of us.
And that's not acceptable.
I pull my hand away, scooting down to the end of the bed.
"And now she's…coming over here?"
Damien pops off Miles. "What are you—"
"Tsk, tsk, my beta," I click my tongue as I get to them, gently pushing his head forward so his mouth goes back onto Miles’ cock. Damien merely raises a brow, but doesn't protest or resist as he continues to lick around Miles' shaft.
Smirking, I try something out. "On second thought…" I thread my hand through Damien's hair and pull him off Miles, before taking the beta's lips in a filthy kiss. I can taste Miles' signature mixed in with Damien and it only makes me clench with need. When I release Damien, he's staring up at me with wide eyes, seemingly shell-shocked. "Good boy," I whisper, gently caressing his head as I release his hair.
Damien swallows roughly, looking between the two of us. "What the fuck just happened?"
"I told you I want all of it, Damien, and that I see you. So what I want right now? I want you to leave the playboy persona at the door and let your omega take care of you. Do you think you can do that?"
Our beta, on his knees, looks up at his omegas with wide eyes. "I…"
"You don't have to," I crouch down next to him, meeting his eyes. "But if you want to let go…if you don't want to keep it 'on' all the time…we're a safe place for you to turn it 'off'. Your needs matter, you don't have to be someone else for us."
He wet his lips and his cheeks tinge pink.
Holy shit. I just made Damien Silvablush.
