Page 75 of In Deep
I nod. As ready as I ever can be. I’ve been using the plug, we’ve been experimenting with the beads and their fingers. I know I can stretch wider than before. I lean over and kiss Zane, sinking my tongue deep into his mouth, and then I pull back and turn to Duncan, kissing him too with the taste of Zane still on my lips.
My body trembles with the anticipation of what we’re about to do because there is no way I can wait any longer. And by the heightened power of their scents, the lust in their eyes, I know it’s the same for them too.
“It’s just as well the door is locked, little Omega. Otherwise, every alpha in this shitty club would be breaking through this door to get to you. You smell like sin,” Zane hisses, his fingers creeping up my thigh and under the silky material of my dress. “No, underwear.” He rocks back, and his eyes are stern. He peers up at Duncan. “Our omega isn’t wearing any fucking underwear.”
“I couldn’t with this dress,” I explain.
“We should spank her plump wee arse for this,” Duncan says with mischief in his eyes.
“Why don’t you fuck it instead, Alpha?”
Zane jumps to his feet and drags me up with him. He slams the chair to one side and leans back against the desk. Then, tugging my dress up around my waist, he pulls me towards him, undoing his fly and releasing his throbbing cock. He grinds into me, his shaft rubbing through my slick folds. Then he snaps me around to face Duncan. He’s waiting for his turn, his cock hard and in his hand. He smears himself with my slick and then twists me back to Zane.
I’m giddy, putty in their hands, and before I know what’s happening, Duncan’s hands encase my waist. He lifts me straight onto Zane’s waiting cock and I groan as I sink down onto him, all the way to his hilt.
Zane grins wickedly and yanks down my dress, exposing my tits and squeezing them hungrily, as his other hand steadies me.
“Relax yourself, sugar,” he tells me.
“For what?” I ask breathlessly as I rock on him.
“For Duncan. ”
I gasp, feeling the nudge at my arsehole, and I peer over my shoulder to meet Duncan’s eyes.
“This OK?” Duncan’s mouth is at my ear, nibbling on my lobe.
“Yes,” I pant. This is what we’ve been working up to. The hours of play. The hours of gentle persuasion, of stretching and teasing. I’ve been on tenterhooks, waiting for this, wanting this. “Yes.” I pant again, stretching my arm behind me to cup the back of Duncan’s head.
He eases in gently. The man is made of steel and yet his touch has always been so gentle, so careful. I’m not sure I’d trust anyone else with this.
Zane remains motionless beneath me, waiting for his pack mate, his gaze locked on my face, drinking up my reaction.
“How does that feel?” he asks me.
“So good,” I moan, as Duncan inches in, deeper and deeper and deeper.
I thought I’d felt full before. But now I realise I had no concept of what that truly meant until now. As Duncan glides all the way in, his motion smooth with my slick, I know that I am right. Whatever happens next, we’ll always have this. All three of our bodies connecting as one. They’ve claimed me and I’ve claimed them. Maybe not in the usual way, in our own unique way.
Duncan purrs with satisfaction. “You have no idea how good this fucking view is. So tight, wee yin, so tight.”
Zane groans against my shoulder. “Fuck,” he splutters, “fuck, I need to move.”
“Gently,” Duncan warns him, their eyes meeting over my shoulder as Zane glides from me, and I moan with ecstasy, the sensation so overwhelming I can’t control myself.
“I can feel you. I can feel both of you. I can feel your cocks rubbing against one another.”
Then Zane’s grinding back inside as Duncan slips out, and they begin to find a rhythm, a rhythm that touches every place inside me. A rhythm that confirms these men have me under their control.
Their fingers are tight on my hip bone and my waist, my arse and my ribs, and tell me how hard they are fighting their need to slam into me, to rut me into oblivion.
“Harder,” I plead, “you can go harder.”
“No,” Duncan snaps, as much to Zane as me. “You’re not ready for that, Omega.”
“I am,” I moan and Zane bucks beneath me with a growl so loud I feel his body vibrate.
“No,” Duncan says, his nails deep in my flesh, “no,” as his hips brush against my backside and I feel him falter.
