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He drops to his knees like some kind of six-foot devotional candle and glances up at me, checking. Always checking. Of course he’s asking for consent with his eyes while I’m half-feral and soaking the couch.
God, I love him.
“Can I?”
“Yes,” I gasp, sounding like someone just asked if I wanted fries with that. “Please.”
His hands trail up my calves, thumbs circling like he's warming up for a sacred ceremony. A kiss to the knee. Then higher. Then higher.
I start praying to anyone listening.
“Rhea -shit.”
Then Ash moves. One hand lands beside my head, the other grips my hip like he’s anchoring me to the earth. His whole body presses over mine, not heavy - justthere.
His gaze isn’t on me - it’s on Theo. Watching, guarding, evaluating - as if his performance is a mission-critical operation.
He growls. Just once.
“Don’t hold back.”
Honestly, it's hot. And also kind of terrifying.
My brain short-circuits for a full second.
Kai’s next. The man moves like a jungle cat with a punchline as he slides in behind the couch, then leans over me like he’s narrating a very dirty nature documentary.
“Finally,” he murmurs, brushing his lips over the exposed skin of my shoulder. “I’ve been starving for you.”
He says it like we’re at brunch and I’m the goddamn buffet.
His hands slide into my hair, thumbs rubbing slow circles at the base of my skull. It feels so good I could cry.
Hands. Mouths. Alpha energy.
Everywhere.
I’m not in heat - I’m in a HR violation.
Theo’s big hands guide my thighs further open, spreading me like a gift he’s been dying to unwrap. His breath ghosts over the soaked spot between my legs.
“Fuck, look at her," Kai croons. "Dripping already, and we haven’t even started.”
Ash strokes my hip with slow, possessive fingers. “She’s ready for us, alright.”
“Such a good omega,” Kai croons. “I cansmellher,” he adds, voice dropping. “You smell that, Theo? That’s slick. That’swant.”
Theo moans like he’s drunk on it. “I’ve got you,” he murmurs, breath hitching. “We’vegot you, Omega.”
I feel him breathe me in, drinking in my scent -
And then his mouth is on me.
I cry out in pleasure as his tongue drags over my soaked cunt, licking, tasting,feasting. His hands grip my thighs, holding me open, keeping me still while I writhe and grind myself down against his mouth.
His tongue is broad and hot, lapping through my slick like he’s mapping every nerve ending with perfect, torturous precision. He moans low in his throat, and it vibrates through my cunt, drawing a sharp gasp from my lips. Ash growls above me, and then he’s kissing me, swallowing my noises of pleasure as Theo feasts on me below.
It’s chaos. Sensory overload.
