The pleasure is immediate and intense, building rapidly on the foundation laid by the others. Four men have brought me to the edge, but Darren seems determined to push me over.
His hands slide beneath my ass, lifting me slightly to give him better access. He devours me with focused intensity, his tongue working magic against my most sensitive flesh. The coil winds tighter, tighter, until I'm gasping, trembling.
"Darren," I moan, a desperate plea in his name. "I'm close. So close."
He responds by increasing his efforts, tongue circling my clit with perfect pressure. And then, just as I think I can't take any more, just as I'm about to shatter, he sucks gently on that sensitive bundle of nerves.
My orgasm crashes through me with such force that I cry out, back arching off the bed as pleasure pulses through every nerve ending. Darren doesn't let up, tongue working against me as I ride the waves, drawing out the sensation until it's almost too much to bear.
When I finally come down, trembling and gasping, I open my eyes to find all five men watching me with satisfaction. Darren'smouth is slick with my arousal, his blue eyes dark with desire as he presses one last kiss to my inner thigh before moving up to stretch out beside me.
"So," Zayn says from my other side, his voice strained with suppressed hunger, "who wins?"
The question makes me laugh, a breathless sound that has more to do with residual pleasure than actual humor. "Wins?" I echo, voice still shaky from the intensity of my orgasm.
"The contest," he clarifies, smirking. "Who made you feel the best?"
I look around at the five expectant faces, all watching me with a mixture of desire and pride.
"I couldn't possibly choose," I answer honestly. "You were all incredible. Different, but equally amazing."
"Different how?" Aidan asks, curiosity evident in his voice.
I consider the question, trying to find words for the distinct experiences. "Jax is thorough," I begin, meeting those gray eyes with a small smile. "Methodical, in the best way. Like he's mapping every part of me."
Jax looks pleased at the assessment, a small smile on his lips.
"Zayn is intense," I continue, turning to where he lounges beside me. "Direct. Straight to the point, but incredibly effective."
He grins, unabashed. "I know what I want, and I go for it."
"Dmitri is patient," I say, shifting my gaze to where the huge alpha sits at the foot of the bed. "Controlled. Like he could spend hours taking me apart piece by piece."
His eyes darken at my words, a flash of heat that suggests he'd like nothing better than to do exactly that.
"Aidan is so gentle," I say, reaching out to run my fingers through his hair. "But so eager, andveryresponsive to feedback."
He gives me a wide grin that matches the glimmer in his eyes.
"And Darren?" Jax prompts when I pause, all eyes turning to the omega beside me.
"Darren knows me," I say simply, meeting that familiar gaze. "He pays attention, remembers what works, what doesn't. He's..." I search for the right word. "Intuitive."
Darren's hand finds mine on the bed, squeezing gently. The simple touch contains a wealth of meaning.
"So no winner?" Zayn asks, sounding amused rather than disappointed.
I shake my head, still catching my breath. "I think we all won," I say with a smile that feels both shy and bold at the same time. "And I think we're just getting started."
Then I yawn in spite of myself and Jax chuckles.
"Maybe we should take a brief intermission," the captain says in a knowing tone.
"But all of you…" I protest, even though I feel exhaustion creeping in.
"There'll be plenty of time for us to have our fill of you if you're staying the weekend," Jax assures me, kissing the back of my hand. "Besides, it's going to take training for you to be able to take our knots."
Heat floods my cheeks at the thought of it. Training. Ithasbeen a long time since I've taken an alpha's knot. Betas aren't exactly made for it. But as lackluster as my experiences have been in the past, something about the idea of doing that withthesemen feels… different.
