His hand brushes my side as his mouth dips to one of my breasts.
Jace groans as I squeeze around him in response, fingers digging in harder as he thrusts up to meet me each time I come down on him.
My thighs shake from the effort.
Logan comes up behind me and drops a firm kiss between my shoulder blades. His lips trail down my back. Then I remember, there’s more than one way to have sex with multiple Alphas. I read it in a romance book once, one of the few I read when I was younger, to see if I could feel anything on suppressants. It did nothing, but now it’s coming in handy.
I slow to a stop as I try to center myself. I hover just above his knot, but I’m not ready to lock us yet or even sure how it’ll work. I didn’t take any of the Omega sex ED classes in school, since they thought I was a Beta.
Jace groans beneath me, his rhythm faltering when I stop. “You good, babe?”
I look down at him and then at the others. “I want one of you to fuck my ass, too.”
They freeze.
Ford’s dark brow lifts. “You sure you’re ready for that, Love?”
Their endearments roll over me with a fuzzy warmth. I nod. “I want to experience everything. I don’t want to wait.”
I point across the room. “The nurse said there’s lube and other stuff in the cabinet by the bathroom.”
They look at each other. Logan shifts forward, but Ford’s already off the bed. He crosses the room, opens the cabinet, and grabs the bottle.
He brings it back and hands it to Logan. “You go next. We might hurt her until she gets used to it.”
Logan kneels behind me, weight shifting the bed. The click of the lube bottle fills the lull. “Warmed it up first.” He brushes a kiss to the middle of my shoulder blades. “Didn’t want to shock you.”
I smile through the nerves. “Good call.”
The scent of musky sex already hangs heavy in the air.
I jump a little as a warm, slippery finger presses against my ass. He circles it, gently prodding at the ring of muscles. I stiffen and have to exhale, trying to focus on relaxing for him. I shift closer to Jace until my head rests near his neck, giving Logan as much space as possible.
Jace strokes my sides, voice low in my ear. “You’re doing so good.”
Logan’s finger pushes in, twisting to coat every inch, and I groan. It’s strange, but I don’t hate it. After a minute or two, he hums. “Good for me to add another finger?”
I freeze for a second before I lift my head and nod. “Yeah.”
He adds a second finger. The stretch tightens, then starts to give. My thighs twitch. I breathe through it.
Then he scissors them in and out of me.
“Fuck.” I sit up a little more. “That’s starting to feel really good. Like... yeah.”
Jace chuckles under me. “That, yeah, mean you like it?”
My head tilts back as I try to ride his fingers more, but it’s awkward to move with Jace in me as well. “That’s a hell yeah.”
Logan laughs. “So, do you want to try my cock now, or keep going with my fingers?”
I shift my weight, bracing on Jace’s chest. “Your cock. Please.”
I glance over my shoulder. He takes his time coating his length with lube, hand getting every bit from his head to his balls.
I catch Ford smirking from the corner of my eye as his hand moves in long strokes over his shaft.
I arch a brow at him.
