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No, seriously. I deserve a goddamn medal for the amount of restraint I’ve shown this week. I’ve been edging myself like it’s a competitive sport, listening to moaning through steel doors, being benched like the hot substitute in a porno with too much plot. And okay, maybe I got handsy with Theo in the dark for like five minutes - but that was a stress response. A deeply therapeutic, entirely accidental stress response. Anyone in my position would’ve done the same.
Probably with more tongue.
So when Ash finally collapses beside her, panting like he just came in his own mouth, I move.Fast.
“My fucking turn,” I bark at him, already stripping like I’m being timed.
Rhea barely has time to blink before I’ve got her flipped over, face-down, ass-up, hands clutching the couch cushions like they’re the only things keeping her from floating off into orbit. Which, honestly, fair. If I were her, I’d be halfway to Nirvana, too.
“Would you look at this?” I toss over my shoulder, eyes locked on the soaked, swollen mess between her thighs. “You left her like this? You absoluteamateurs.”
I drop to my knees behind her, and fuck me: it’s a full-body religious experience.
She’s dripping. Slick, spit, come - some unholy cocktail of alpha effort and omega need.
It's a masterpiece.
Amess-terpiece.
“Jesus Christ, Bambi,” I groan, spreading her open with both hands. “You ever gonna stop being this perfect, or is this just your thing now?”
She whimpers, and I swear it echoes in my spine as I drag a finger through the chaos and groan like I’ve been personally blessed.
“You’re still fucking empty,” I mutter, half to myself, half to the other bastards hovering behind me like I won’t bite. “Still greedy. Still wanting.”
Ash growls low - deep and dangerous, like his self-control just cracked a rib. Theo sounds like he’s praying under his breath or trying to astral project himself somewhere polite and fully clothed.
But me?
Yeah, no. I’m fully in the zone.
Rhea's perfect omega ass is right in front of me, slick and quivering, and I’m not exactly thegracefully bow outtype.
Especially not when she’s laid out like a buffet that moans.
I grip her cheeks and spread her wide, thumbs digging in just enough to make her gasp.
“Fuck, Bambi,” I groan, hot breath hitting her dripping cunt. “You even tremble pretty.”
I slap her ass, once. Not mean, not rough; but sharp enough to echo, and just enough to watch her flinch and moan and arch that perfect spine.
“You feel that?” I mutter, rubbing over the spot, soothing what I just claimed. “That’s mine now. This ass. This pussy. All of it.”
I lean in closer, giving into temptation so that I can lick a long, greedy stripe from her clit all the way up her ass from behind, dragging my tongue like I’m tasting the secret to eternal life.
She cries out, and it'smusic.
“You like that?” I murmur, circling her rim with the flat of my tongue. “Want every hole touched, tasted, ruined?”
She nods and whimpers, and I drag her hips back into my face, palms greedy, spreading her wide enough to make a fucking prayer out of it.
“Fuck, Rhea -you’re gonna kill me.”
I kiss her right between her cheeks - filthy and worshipful - and then I go back in, tongue fucking her rim while she whines like she’s being unravelled one nerve at a time.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I announce, just to make sure no one’s missing the party. “You hear that, boys? She’ssoaked. I haven’t even put my cock in yet and she’s dripping like I already made her come.”
Ash makes that noise again - all feral and furious - and I swear Theo just muttered an actualHail Mary.
