Page 72 of Welcome to Bone Town
“Hell no,” I say. “Though I’m not sure a blow job counts as punishment. Now, you heard her.”
I guide his lips back to hers, and I nearly come on the spot, watching Cora moan as she licks into Archer’s mouth, searching for more of his essence, her pussy pulsing around me. Archer’s panting roughly by the time they pull apart.
“Please,” Cora whines.
It’s taking all my core muscles to keep her from falling off my cock as she twists and stretches for Archer.
Pulling her back to my chest, I stumble a little until I find a rock ledge to lean my ass against, making it easier to handle her weight. Not that she’s heavy, but with her writhing like a sand snake, and after all the fucking we’ve done, my muscles are on their last legs. When Archer presses against Cora’s back, I realize this also puts us on a more level playing field.
I hold my palm in front of Cora. “Spit, omega.” She obeys, and I reach down to slick Archer’s cock with the moisture. He grunts and thrusts into my palm. “Mmm-mmm beta, save that for our girl’s ass. She wants us both, remember?”
Cora moans, then begs. “Yes! Yes, please! Now!” That feral little growl is back. I fucking love it.
With my hands on her ass, I spread her cheeks, now even more grateful for my slightly lowered position on the rock ledge. Archer’s cock grazes mine as he lines up at her back entrance. He works his way in slowly, making everything tighter and tighter, and it takes everything in me not to rut into our omega and come.
Once he’s fully seated, Cora tries to fuck herself on our cocks, but in her foggy state, her movements are sloppy and uncoordinated. I grip her thighs, lifting and lowering her onto both our shafts, slowly at first, building up to a rhythm that I know will send us all over the edge pretty quickly.
Feeling Archer’s cock against mine, with only a thin barrier between us, might be my new favorite experience. Each time I raise Cora, our cocks press together, skin to slick skin, only to be separated again when I lower her and we fill her. It’s tight, and hot, and so fucking wet. The panting sounds of pleasure my beta makes while he grips our omega’s waist, his hands right above mine as we work in tandem, nearly drive me to the brink.
This. This feels right. My scent matches. Bringing both of them pleasure. Feeling both of them deep in my soul, even if we aren’t bonded. They’re mine. And I’m not letting either of them go.
“I-I’m…” Archer pants out, then his legs stiffen as he empties his release into our omega. She isn’t far behind, and as her pussy flutters around my cock, I slam her home one last time, forcing my knot into her as I drag Archer’s mouth to mine.
By the time my balls are drained and I break from my kiss with Archer, a contented mewling comes from the woman burrowed into me. Cora’s already asleep.
52
My mouth is empty. Empty isn’t good. I don’t like empty. Without opening my eyes, I sleepily stick out my tongue, tasting… Roman. Deliciously bitter and sweet. My head is on his thigh making it easy to wrap my lips around his soft cock. My grumpy alpha becomes so placid when his cock is in my mouth. I should have dropped to my knees and wrapped my lips around him the first time I saw him, maybe he would have been less grumpy then. I giggle at the ridiculous thought, a noise that’s muffled by the sweet length resting on my tongue.
He moans softly, but doesn’t wake up. I suckle him contentedly, but as I become more alert, that contentment turns into an ache.
Everything has been fuzzy since… the necklace. Since I put on Lunara’s necklace. Touching my neck, I feel it’s bare. Does that mean…? Did I…?
I lift off Roman’s cockto sit up on my knees, rubbing my eyes as I look around. We’re no longer in the treasure room, but back at the pools. The warm, humid air makes my already cum-covered skin even stickier. A lewd moan slips out when I stretch my limbs for what feels like the first time in ages. I’m sore everywhere, most so between my legs. There’s a buzzing over my skin, a bone deep ache of emptiness that I need filled.
“Cora?” Roman calls my name tentatively, as if he doesn’t expect a response. Have I been that out of it?
“Cora, hummingbird. Look at me.” I do as he asks. He grips my chin to hold me steady while he looks into my eyes. “Lucid, but not out of heat yet,” he calls out, to whom I don’t know. Maybe the other men? Where are they? I need them.
As if he can sense my confusion and discomfort, Roman scoops me up and carries me toward one of the pools. He walks straight in with me in his arms, not stopping to put me down, rather carrying me to an underwater bench and sitting with me straddled across his lap.
“Mmm. That feels good.” I moan when the hot water drips over my body. A soft splash indicates someone else has entered the pool, and moments later a wet rag is being drug carefully over my skin. Green tea and raspberries. “Archer,” I whisper.
“I’m here, sweetheart.” He mutters over my skin as he gently cleanses the sweat, dirt, and cum from my body. His touch is meant to be soothing but just spreads fresh heat.
Wait. Before I lose myself again, I need to tell him.
“Don’t leave me.” I reach for Archer, slipping off Roman’s lap to floatinto my beta’s arms.
“What, sweetheart? I’m right here.” Archer replies as I wrap my legs around his hips.
“You weren’t!” My whine is a little pathetic, but my omega doesn’t care. “You left us!” I cling to him as if he might vanish again, tears mixing with the steamy air on my cheeks. “Do you not want me?” Somewhere deep down, I know I’m being irrational, but the heat hormones have pushed all common sense out the window.
“Oh, Cora, no.” He brushes the hair away from my face, his gaze meeting mine. “I want you. I want you so badly. I thought…” He looks away. “I thought maybe you wouldn’t want me. I’m just a beta.”
Is he crazy? I growl and grind my sex along his cock in the water. “You’remybeta.Ours.” Reaching between us, I grab his cock, line it up to my entrance, and sink down until I take him fully. My needy core clenches around him, my sweet beta. He stumbles, but doesn’t drop me, landing on one of the underwater benches. Perfect. I scent mark his cheek, his neck, then bite his shoulder. I’ve bitten all my men, but the bonds don’t take, a momentary peek into their souls that immediately fades. Why? Why haven’t they bitten me back? I want their bonds. I need them.
Archer’s scent mingles with mine as I claw at his back. “Ours,” I repeat over and over.
