The pressure climbs so fast I forget how to breathe. “Just like that. Please, don’t stop.”
His finger works me hard enough to send slick spurting against my thighs. Wes growls low at my ear with satisfaction. “You’re so fucking wet for us.”
Ford and Logan shift more onto the bed, lowering onto their stomachs between my thighs. Wes keeps rubbing my clit, his fingers unrelenting, while the others move in. They bite and kiss their way up my thighs, teasing closer to where I need them. Their breath grazes my outer folds.
Jace shifts closer, settling at my side, then dips down. His mouth closes over my right nipple, sucking gently, adding to the pressure already spiraling inside me. My hand comes up to hold him there, fingers tangling in his hair.
Wes goes harder. His finger flicks fast. I cry out, the pleasure burning so intensely my legs shake. I collapse back into his chest.
Only then does he let go.
Ford moves in, tongue lapping at the swollen bud. Logan joins, licking beside him. Their tongues roll and flick, moving in sync until I can’t think straight. My whole body tightens again, breath catching as the second wave builds before the first has faded.
Wes’s voice rumbles low in my ear. “Open your eyes, Gorgeous. Watch them eat your pussy.” His tone is a command this time, and I open them.The sight of their tongues moving over me makes every inch of my skin hot. My hips grind toward their faces and they moan into me, lifting their eyes from between my thighs.
Jace groans low around my nipple, the ball of his piercing flicks against the tip. The second orgasm of my life hits like a lightning strike. Black spots blur my vision as I scream. Even with the soundproofing, I’m sure the whole hospital hears me. My hips buck against their faces. They don’t stop, mouths greedy and relentless.
“I... I need a second,” I gasp out.
They ease back, and I catch my breath.
I blink as I come back to reality and take them in. They’re wearing far too much. “You’re all still dressed. Strip, I don’t want to be the only naked one here.” My voice is rough, throat scraped raw from moaning.
They laugh.
Wes lifts me off his lap and sets me on the bed. My knees stay bent, thighs pressed together. I sit upright, propped on my hands, still recovering as he stands and steps back.
The reality crashes in. This is really happening.
I thought I’d be more out of it. In the movies, Omegas in heat lose themselves. Their eyes roll back and they beg for cock like they’re not in control of their own mouth. Omega headspace, they call it. I’m just horny and nervous. Wanting it so badly, my stomach twists, but not out of my mind.
Ford strips first, revealing medium olive skin stretched over a broad frame. His brown hair short on the sides, the middle styled into a messy semi-long pompadour. His thick cock stands flushed dark pink at the head, with a wide knot already swelling at the base.
Jace strips after him, gray eyes flicking to mine as he drops his shirt. His skin, a light brown with cool undertones, shows off cut muscle lines and a smooth chest dusted with a few freckles across his shoulders. His curls look less relaxed than the other day swept to one side, and his under cut has grown out. His medium-length thick cock bobs at an angle of being almost fully hard; it’s flushed darker at the head and has a narrow knot.
Logan shrugs out of his red shirt and jeans, exposing pale skin and a lean frame built from years on the ice. His strawberry blond hair swept back from his face. Blue eyes track every breath I take. His cock is the longest, with a wide tip and a medium knot at the base.
Wes folds his clothes and sets them aside. Dark skin shines with gold undertones in the light, his body thick with strength: broad chest and shoulders. His biceps look bigger than my torso. Dreadlocks hang just past his shoulders, some tied, others loose. Amber eyes hold mine as I catch his gaze. His cock is the second longest, and he has the most girth. The knot at the base matches the thickness. It’s intimidating to look at, but I’m not scared of him.
My walls clench in anticipation of what they’ll make me feel.
Ford moves back onto the bed and places his hand on my knee. “Still good?”
I lick my lips and nod. Then a thought hits me that makes my heart hammer. “Yeah. Just... don’t make me pick who goes first. I want all of you. I won’t pick.”
They share a look, no surprise in it.
Jace shifts forward. “Is it okay if it’s me first?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
He hesitates for a second longer, gaze flicking down my body, then back up. “Did the hospital give you anything for protection?”
A small smile tugs at my lips. “Birth control implant. Good for twelve months. It’s not foolproof but 98% effective.” I shrug a shoulder. “I’m honestly not worried. If it happens on a two percent chance, then I guess it was supposed to happen.”
I don’t know their stances on kids, but judging by the instant grins, I’d say that’s what they wanted to hear.
He nods, as if that settles whatever concern was weighing on him.
