Though, the not-so-little monster between my legs strains forward, toward her.
Down, boy.
Then I almost lose it again when she puts her hands over her full breasts and sways a little, a teasing smile on her lips. Slowly she tugs the fine lace down, still covering herself.
Teasing me to death.
“This is going to be a show to remember,” Ryder mutters, sitting back on his ass, wrapping his hand around his cock.
“A voyeur?” Atticus gives him a narrow look.
“Anything wrong with that?”
“Not in my book.” Atticus settles beside Ryder, mimicking him. “Let’s see you knot our omega, pup.”
“Be gentle,” Ryder says.
“Go deep but only if she says so,” Atticus adds.
“Get her ready first,” Ryder cautions.
“Shut up, both of you,” I mutter. “I know what to do. And if not, she’ll tell me. Right, Coco?”
This is a feisty girl who carries her heart on her sleeve and has no problem voicing her opinion.
“Right,” she agrees, and it’s on.
56
COCO
“Our omega.”
They keep saying that, and every time I bloom like a flower in the sun.
Their touch, their gazes on me, they rush over my skin like flames, scorching every inch of me.
And Zach is touching me, only this time I get to touch him, too.
When I touch his cock, he hisses. I’m fascinated by it, its length, its girth, and the fat knot at its base. Bending forward, I slide my hand over his cock all the way down, to the knot.
He’s trembling, every perfect muscle taut, as I trace it with my fingers. His gaze is fixed on my swaying breasts, now free of the confines of my bra.
“You’re killing me.”
“Am I?” I drag my fingers back up his cock and precum leaks from the slit on the head. “Think I’m wet enough for you?”
“Only one way to find out,” he growls and shoves me back onto the mattress. “I have to check.”
The breath knocked out of me, I stare up as he crawls over me and puts his mouth on my nipples. “Oh God...”
Meanwhile, one long-fingered hand travels down my middle, burrowing inside my panties, finding my middle, and I almost squeal when he starts stroking me.
These men. Always thinking of my pleasure before theirs.
And they do it so well I can barely think as he stokes the fire in my body, making my back arch, as his fingers burrow inside me and pump, making me moan and writhe. They’ve learned my body, studied it, and now play such music on it that blows my mind.
He lifts his hand before I shatter, eyes heavy-lidded. “So wet,” he breathes, licking each digit. “You’re fucking soaked, sweetheart.”
