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I’m so eager to taste him, to know his flavour, that I suck him immediately and he wraps his fingers around the back of my skull. I’m held in place by Zane, so I can’t move my mouth up and down his shaft as I want to. All I can do is suckle at him as he begins to work his hips with steady shallow thrusts into my mouth.
“Fuck, that looks good, Duncan,” Zane says from behind me. “Omega, you look so beautiful with your mouth stuffed full of his cock.”
I see Duncan’s eyes lift from me and meet Zane’s as they both fuck me and I’m sure I can feel something in the air. Something crackling and alive.
Zane’s work soon has me moaning around Duncan’s cock, and the second alpha’s movements become fiercer. He lunges deeper, hitting the back of my throat. I take it, I take them both. I’m far gone on my own pleasure, and so my throat relaxes, letting him penetrate deep. I can hardly breathe, but the asphyxiation only seems to heighten my pleasure, making everything more intense and all-consuming.
Soon, I’m howling as I come, my arms and legs jelly. I’m suspended only by the alpha in my mouth and the alpha in my pussy. I convulse and jolt as I succumb to the pleasure of my orgasm and both men continue their relentless rhythm. Driving in and out of me, showing no mercy.
Zane is the first to spill. His thrusts faltering, his hands holding me tight to his dick as his hot spend floods into me. And then Duncan follows, his fingers pinching my scalp as his come flows into my mouth. He tastes different to Zane, but just as good, and I try my best to gulp him down, the liquid warming my throat and my chest.
“Shit, knot her, Zane. Knot our wee omega.”
Ouromega. I look up at Duncan. His hands are locked around the base of his cock now, holding his own expanding knot as his cock throbs in my mouth. But he’s watching his pack mate again, not me.
Did he mean that?Ouromega? Do I belong to both of them now?
I hardly know Duncan, and yet I’m not frightened by the idea anymore. Now I’ve experienced what it’s like to be with both of them, the idea of having them both appeals to something deep and dormant inside me.
I want this.
I want this more than ever.
Chapter 13
Noises in the house wake me the next morning – the slam of doors, the groan of pipes and the stomp of footsteps. But both my alphas lie beside me, the low rasp of their breaths audible as they sleep. I lie sandwiched between, examining both their peaceful faces. They look content, satisfied, and pride swells in my belly knowing I am responsible.
As I watch him, Duncan’s auburn eyelashes flicker and his eyes flutter open. His vacant gaze meets mine, and for a moment I’m stunned by the murky blue of his irises. A shy smile spreads across his face.
“Good morning, wee yin,” he says, reaching out to stroke my cheek.
“Wee yin?” I ask.
“Little one. Have you been awake long?”
“No,” I whisper.
His thumb glides to my mouth and he traces my bottom lip. “How do you feel?”
“Sticky,” I confess.
He chuckles. “That sounds very satisfactory.” He leans closer and presses a firm kiss to my waiting mouth, pulling away all too soon to add, “but we’d better get you showered.”
We slide quietly from the bed so as not to disturb Zane, and Duncan wraps me in a gown hanging on the back of the door and leads me to the bathroom.
Even the bathroom in this house is larger than my dormitory room and looks as if it too was designed for communal use. Two sinks line up under a square mirror and both the bathtub and the shower cubicle could hold several people. The walls and floor are decorated with black-and-white tiles and the Victorian style taps are a rusty gold. Crisp white towels hang waiting over a reclaimed radiator and a fluffy bath mat lies on the floor. It’s more than inviting.
Duncan turns the shower taps, keeping his hand under the flow while he tests the temperature.
I perch on the closed toilet and wait.
He peers over at me. “You want to ask me something?”
“I want to ask you lots of things.”
He nods. “Go ahead.”
“What are you studying?”
