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“Did he make you come?”
“Y–y-y-es,” she murmurs as I kiss all the way down her throat.
“And the wardrobe?”
“Huh?”
“The bodyguard, did he make you come?”
“Yes.”
“Well, you are a good little omega then aren’t you.” I suck on her pulse point, right where I’d claim her if she were mine. “Going to come for me now?”
She whimpers. Then her hands fist in my shirt. “I shouldn’t be doing this. Messing around with all of you.”
“But how are you going to choose between us unless you do, little one?”
I find the hem of her dress. Some floaty thing, that moves like water around her body.
I stroke my knuckles up her thigh, finding her mouth as I do and kissing her.
She’s all worked up. Scent spiking, legs shaking, moans escaping her throat. And then the note of slick in the air.
She wants to be a good girl. One who doesn’t fool around with three alphas at once. One who won’t let a man touch her on the first date. But she’s too needy for that. All her omega instincts spark to life.
I reach inside her panties and find them wet with slick.
“Open your legs a little, so I can touch you properly, Omega.” She does as I say and I feel soft, swollen skin beneath my fingertips.
I bet those big brothers would cut my fingers off if they knew what I was doing to her now. I bet the wardrobe would too.
I think it would be worth it, even if it meant I could never drive again.
I trail a finger around her clit, making her moan, and then I slip a finger inside her, resting it there as she clenches around me.
I kiss her, sinking my tongue into her mouth like I’ve sunk my finger into her cunt.
“Alpha,” she pleads. She wants friction. But I want to tease.
I kiss her some more, keeping my hand completely still.
She whimpers, fingernails digging into my chest. I don’t relent.
She huffs in frustration, titling her hips backwards and forwards, finding the friction for herself.
I pull away from her mouth, watching as she sways her body, using my finger for her pleasure.
“Look at you,” I say in awe, “look at you fucking yourself with my finger. You are a dirty little omega. So dirty.”
She whimpers again, biting down on her lip, head swinging from side to side, hands scrabbling at the fly of my pants and reaching to wrap around my hard cock.
“Isn’t enough,” she says.
“Not enough?” I give her a second finger and she practically purrs. “Better?”
“Alpha,” she pleads, stroking up and down my length.
“What, little one?”
