Page 88 of Bonded By Christmas
I get my hand around his length, jerking him off with uncoordinated strokes.
Which reminds me…
I get back to grinding over Grim’s hard shaft. It’s a unique experience having Callum’s fingers moving independently of Grim. I don’t have words to describe it, but I like it.
“One of you should distract her,” Callum murmurs, running his hand down my spine. The loss of pressure is unreal as he pulls his fingers free of my ass. “I’m about to slide inside her.”
I whine, rambling about needing all their knots. “…fill me up. All of you.”
The curtain around the nest is closed, and our scents are heavy in the air, mingling in a way my system is obsessed with.
I would love it if they would each take turns fucking me, only to pull out and cover every inch of my skin in their cum. Then I’d roll around the nest in it, fully saturating all the bedding. My instincts hum in excitement at the thought, but I know if I was more coherent, I would be grossed out by that idea.
Having a sexy cum shot on my tits or pussy is one thing, being bathed in all three of their cum is another.
God, omega instincts are weird.
If I’ve taken all three of them at once, I can’t remember it, and I want that more than anything.
My eyes meet Wilder’s. “Stand. Please?”
We’re close enough to the edge of the mattress that if he stands on the floor just next to it, I should be at the right height to get him into my mouth.
“You handle that,” Callum says, once again slipping his fingers into my ass. “I suppose I can be patient while you two get situated.”
Wilder stands, and Grim scoots over until I’m able to get Wilder’s tip in my mouth.
I swirl my tongue around his crown, and I moan when I determine he still tastes like me. It’s unreasonably sexy, like I’ve left my mark on him, claiming him as mine. It doesn’t make any sense, but I’m working with a tiny amount of brain functioning.
Feeling his desire spilling through the bond is quite the heady experience.
“Such a beautiful omega. You look so damn pretty with a cock in your mouth.” Grim’s hands smooth up my sides, and he slides higher, cupping my tits and teasing my nipples. “You’re perfect for us, Lacey.”
My pussy spasms, causing Callum to curse under his breath.
I pop off Wilder’s dick long enough to tell him what I want. “Use me.” Glancing over my shoulder, I smile at Callum. “Quit being slow and fuck me.”
A low growl rattles out of Cal’s chest, and he pulls his fingers from my ass. “That fucking mouth is going to get you in trouble.” He chuckles darkly, making me shiver.
God, I want that.
Wilder wraps his hand in my hair, guiding me back to his swollen shaft. He’s not super defined, but he is slender enough to have that sexy V that leads from his hips down to his dick. Watching his muscles move and flex makes my pussy throb, and everything gets exponentially hotter as he forces my mouth down his length.
I never would have thought the idea of being used would turn into a sexy little personal fantasy, but being able to feel how much they ache for me just seems to do it for me.
Grim chooses that moment to work his hand between us, pinching my clit.
“Ready, baby?” Callum murmurs.
Each inhale of their pheromones makes me hazier, and I’m so out of it that everything becomes almost static noise outside of the pleasure. I rock on my knees, desperately searching for something.
A playful slap lands on my ass, the pain only sizzling for a second before it transforms into more bliss.
“I’m not slipping inside you until you let me know you’re ready,” Callum growls, his crown gently pushing against my asshole.
My mouth is full, so I raise my hand, giving him a thumbs-up before quickly relocating it to Wilder’s hip. My fingers dig into his tight ass, and every thrust into my mouth causes his butt to flex.
It’s a strange thing to be enamored by, but I’m out of it hardcore.
