Ford shakes his head. “You have such good manners while asking to get fucked. It’s cute.”
I don’t have a chance to come up with a witty comeback as the head of Logan’s flared tip prods at my backside.
“You can tap out if it’s too much.” He eases in a bit more. “But I think you’ll like it. I’ve heard from other Alphas most Omegas do once they get past the first stretch.”
I try not to tense up. I know I’m squeezing Jace in a vise right now, and he doesn’t seem to mind as he moans and runs his hands over my back.
“Deep breaths, Frankie. Relax.” Jace takes a deep breath in, and I follow his lead before we exhale.
The strange pressure returns tenfold as Logan’s head makes it past the ring. My jaw slackens. The stretch knocks the air from my lungs. I rock my hips back just a little, wanting more.
Logan groans behind me. “You’re so tight and it feels so good. Are you okay?”
I didn’t know I could take this much. I can’t believe how good it feels.
I nod as I try to find my voice, knowing he’ll want me to say it. “Keep going.”
He inches deeper, grip steady at my hips. Jace lifts to meet him, and I feel them pressing into me from both sides. Their cocks rub inside me, separated by a thin wall. Every movement sends a shockwave up my spine.
Jace grips my waist.He lets out a surprised groan. “Holy shit. I can feel you moving in her.”
“Same,” Logan grits out. “Like your cock’s pushing into mine. Fuck.”
I lick my lips. “Harder. This feels insane. So good. Don’t stop.”
I dig my nails into Jace’s chest, pushing back into Logan with everything I’ve got. “We’re doing this again. A lot.”
Jace grins, breathless. “Damn right we are.”
Wes growls near my ear. “Just say when, Gorgeous. I can’t wait to try it.”
Logan pulls out a bit, adds more lube, and thrusts back in, spreading me open with ease. The swell of their knots nudge at my openings.
He thrusts slowly at first, getting a feel for the angle, the resistance. I press back into it, chasing the stretch.
Jace matches the pace from beneath, groaning every time Logan pushes forward.
“Holy fuck,” Logan growls. “You feel like velvet and fire.”
Jace laughs through a curse under his breath. “So poetic.”
“Not poetry,” Logan pants. “Just facts.”
I let them do the moving, as trying to match them both at once is impossible.
My walls clench around them. Jace twitches inside me. His grip shifts higher on my waist. Logan tightens his hold at my hips, the pace getting more confident.
Jace grins up at me, sweat at his temples. “Think you can handle both knots?”
I brush stray curls out of my face as I smirk down at him. “Have you ever known me to back down from a challenge?”
All four of them laugh.
Wes kneels on the bed to my left and Ford on the right. They grasp their dicks, pumping them hard as they watch us. Pearls of cum leak from the tips as they use their thumbs to smear it over the heads and shaft.
Ford groans. “That’s our girl. Take their knots, show us how badly you want them.”
They thrust harder. I swear they’re trying to rearrange my guts. I can feel every inch, and I want more.
