Page 67 of Welcome to Bone Town
Her eyes roll back in pleasure. “Yes! Please.” Then she’s leaning forward, stroking Roman’s cock a few times before devouring it again. The poor professor looks likehe’s at the edge of his control, pulling his hair in fistfuls, like he’s trying to keep from tugging hers.
A moment later, he mutters a soft, “Fuck it,” before grabbing our omega’s face to hold her still so he can fuck her mouth the way he wants.
“Pants off, beta.” I buck my hips against Archer’s ass. “Your omega wants to watch you come.”
Archer quickly complies, hands fumbling with his button. He’s so shaky, he can’t get a good grip. I knock his hands away and yank them down forcefully, his cock already dripping as it springs free.
I roughly jerk him back against me, one arm resting gently along his throat, my hand reaching around his hip to grab his cock, making him whimper and buck into my grip. My tongue laps up a bead of sweat on his neck, following its trail until my mouth is at his ear.
“You like to be used, too, don’t you, baby? You want me to take control of your pleasure.” I pump him hard, my rhythm matching the salaciously wet sounds of Roman fucking Cora’s throat and Jax pounding up into her soaked pussy. “Do you want me to fill your ass while you watch our omega? Can I fuck you, beta?” Archer nods, but I need the words. “I need to hear you. Can I fuck this tight ass?”
“Yes! Oh god, please, Bear. Please fuck me.” His tone is frantic, and he whimpers when I release his cock.
“Be a good boy and get me some of our omega’s slick,” I growl in his ear.
Jax’s doesn’t slow his rhythm, too lost to his pleasure to hear me, but there’s plenty of slick all over Cora’s thighs for what we need.
When Archer bends over to reach the sweet nectar, his asscheeks part, spreading beautifully. Heat zips through me at that quick peek of what I crave. Fuck, he looks so good bent over like that.
His touch distracts Cora, and she releases Roman’s cock to look back with a whimper.That’s right, omega, look at me.I pull my shirt off and drop my pants.
Roman grips Cora’s hair and tugs her back to face him, his other hand on his shaft. He taps the swollen head of his cock on her lips. “Open, omega.”
Her jaw eagerly drops, her tongue sticking out as if she’s waiting for him to feed her her favorite dessert. Well, in a way he is, I guess.
Even as Roman steadily fucks her face, she keeps her head slightly tilted and her glassy eyes on me. Archer stands back up, fingers shining with slick. Desperate for a taste of our omega, I grab his wrist and suck his fingers into my mouth. The taste of her mixes with his fainter flavor in a way that’s completely intoxicating.
“Share,” Archer whispers.
“Oh, we’re gonna do lots of sharing,” Jax says with a chuckle.
Bending down, I collect more slick from Cora’s thigh, taking my time to caress the smooth skin before I bring my hand to Archer’s mouth, dragging it across his lips. He darts his tongue out, fervently chasing more of the flavor.
“Mmm, maybe next time you can eat our girl out while I fuck you. But right now, I want you to touch yourself while I get you ready.”
Jax slips out of Cora just long enough to repositionthem so she’s on all fours, with him behind her, as she continues to take Roman down her throat.
Jax lines his hard cock at her entrance, but I swoop my hand in before he can thrust into her. His low growl fades to a chuckle as he realizes I’m not stopping him, I’m just grabbing up the mix of slick and cum that’s leaking out of her. Fuck, that’s hot.
Once my hand is free, he slams deep, fucking her onto Roman’s cock with a force that has the normally put together alpha cursing like a fucking sailor.
Using Cora’s slick, I get Archer good and wet before pushing in one finger. There’s some resistance, but with Archer stroking himself and the mess of Cora’s slick, my digit finally sinks deep.
No one speaks. It’s a cacophony of moans, grunts, and slick skin as I thrust my finger in and out of Archer. Scooping up more slick before adding a second finger, I scissor them, stretching his ass to prepare him to take me. I’ve waited longer than I thought possible, and my control is about to snap, so I’m glad it feels like Archer is relaxed and ready.
I lube up my shaft, notching the head at Archer’s tight entrance. He’s completely zoned out, staring at the place where Jax’s cock disappears into Cora, and he’s shaking, bent slightly with his hands on his knees. I nip his shoulder to get his attention. “Do you need something to hold on to, baby?”
“Y-yes.” He whimpers.
Dripping precum and jittery with the need to be inside him, I guide him to the stand where the necklace was a minute ago. It’s just to the side of Cora and the other men,close enough that she can still see us if she looks up. “Hold on.” He puts his hands on the solid marble plinth. “Are you ready for me now, baby? I need you. Fuck, I need you so bad.”
He nods, and I know I should get the verbal confirmation, but I can’t wait any longer. I push forward, his eager body welcoming my cock like he was made for me.
“Oh, oh, fuck. Fuck!” Archer garbles out, his hand pauses working his shaft.
“Did I say you could stop touching yourself?” I growl near his ear as I slide out, then back in. He works his shaft once more, and I pick up my pace until I’m nearly slamming into him like a jackhammer. He takes every ounce of my dominance with pleasure.
I’ve never been a possessive meathead of an alpha, growling ‘mine’ all over town and demanding submission. But when my beta gives himself over to me, it’s as if something ancient and instinctual comes to life in my chest. A visceral need to completely own his body, to control his pleasure and bring him to heights he never imagined.
