Page 117 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
She cries out, her hips lifting from the bench when he kisses her there, humming in satisfaction around her sensitive nub and driving her wild.
The two men work in unison, Hardy flicking at her clit with his powerful tongue and Silver massaging at her the spot inside her. I rest my palm on her lower belly, pressing down to give her that extra pressure and together we work her into a frenzy. Her hands are tight balls, one in Connor’s hair, one gripping Axel’s shirt. Her legs shake like leaves in a storm, and she tosses her head from side to side, tears tracing down her cheeks.
When she comes, it’s fucking spectacular. Her entire body lights up, sings, and I practically see the bliss sparking through her body.
She tosses and turns, tumbling through the waves of it and then crashes down spent on the bench.
“Oh lordy,” she mutters, all breathless and sweet as the caramel she tastes like.
“Good?” Axel asks her.
“Good is not the right word,” she pants.
“And do you feel better now, sweetheart?” Silver asks, his fingers still deep inside her like he never wants to remove them.
She lifts her head to gaze at him and shakes her head resolutely.
“No?” Hardy growls, ducking his head down to go for round two.
“No,” she says. “I need those knots.”
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Silver
Her eyes are darkerthan I’ve ever seen them and she holds my gaze with a fierceness I’ve never seen in an omega before. If she accepts us, if she agrees to joining our pack, this one is going to keep us on our toes. She’s going to be demanding – not pearl necklaces and diamond rings – but orgasms, cocks and knots. The way it should be between alphas and their omegas.
This is what we were made for. This.
I rock back on my heels, feeling the warm bodies of Hardy and Nate beside me, and slowly, slowly, withdraw my fingers from her. She’s so warm inside, so soft, so goddamn wet, and I’m having to fight the fucking need to sink all my fingers, my tongue, my cock, shit, even my fucking nose inside her.
My fingers are coated in slick when I pull them out, ribbons of it trailing from my hand to her pussy and Nate dips down to capture the whole lot in his mouth, grinning at her and licking his lips.
I do the same because I have no fucking shame.
I’ve been dreaming of how good this woman tastes. Rock hard every time I imagine the flavor of her on my tongue.
I lift my finger to my mouth, close my eyes and suck.
Sugar explodes on my taste buds, explodes all around my mouth, sets off little explosions in my chest and in my gut, in my goddamn mind too.
Nothing, nothing in all the years I’ve lived has tasted as good as that.
We have to make her ours, because holy fuck, that taste is instantly addictive.
“Bea,” I mutter, “Jesus Christ, Bea, do you know how good you taste?”
I open my eyes and find hers again.
“Knot,” she says simply, with a little frown playing out between her brows. I chuckle and so do the other alphas on this boat.
Our omega is impatient.
“Whose knot do you want first, sweetheart?” I ask her softly.
She scrambles up so she’s sitting, the skirt of her dress still bunched up by her waist. The entire freaking thing needs to be removed.
Her gaze hesitates around the six of us. “I don’t want to hurt anyone,” she says timidly.
