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I slid into his lap, and he shifted his hands down my body slowly, like he wanted to memorize every inch of me. He was hard against me, and I moaned into his mouth.

“Oh, my dear heart.” He pulled away from the kiss, rubbing his cheek over mine, marking me.

Rian made a noise, and I looked over my shoulder. The other boys decided Ben and I had a good idea.

Westd was stroking down Rian’s pants, while Alejandro kissed Rian’s shoulder. The sight made a fresh wave of heat rocket through me.

“Can we sit next to each other?” I asked, looking at Ben and then the other three.

“Fuck yes,” Rian said, his eyes glassy with lust already. “Let’s get on the floor.”

My brain high-fived my libido. I was getting fucked on that plush rug on the first night.

Ben stood, wrapping my legs around his waist, and I squeaked. He carried me over to the other three like I weighed nothing. He laid me on my back next to West.

Ben leaned over. All of my attention snapped back to the delicious alpha. I wrapped my legs tighter around him, bringing him against my pelvis. He groaned in my ear, nipping my neck.

“I’m going to touch every inch of your body, angel.” He licked my neck. “You have no idea the amount of restraint I’ve shown.”

I rocked my hips against him, the friction delicious. He grunted, grinding against me for a minute before pulling back.

“You’re only torturing yourself.” He sounded breathless. He worked his hands down my sides, moving in circles.

Maybe he was. The thought was intoxicating.

He reached my breasts, and I arched up. “Ben, please.”

“Rian was right. You have amazing breasts.” He cupped them in his hands. Delicious fire raced over my body, and wetness gushed between my legs. We were reaching slick territory, and he’d barely touched me.

Ben pulled my shirt off, licking across my collarbone. I looked to my side, and West had Rian’s pants open, his cock in his hands, and was slowly stroking him.

“Oh god, they both like edging,” Rian moaned and looked at Alejandro. “Alpha, please tell me you’re not going to edge me too.”

Alejandro grinned. “I’mnot, but West is calling the shots, mi amor. Better do exactly as he says.” He kissed Rian.

Ben’s mouth made it to my breasts, and I gasped, arching up into him. “Ben, alpha, please.”

“Anything, sweetheart, anything at all.”

I grabbed his shirt, a vintage Ghost of an Angel, and pulled it off. “You’d better hide the shirts you don’t want me to steal.” The shirt was made of soft cotton, and it was heaven against my skin.

“They’re all yours. You three omegas can fight over them.”

“We’re going to need to double our wardrobe,” Alejandro gasped.

“Maybe triple.” Ben cupped my face in his hands, the tip of his nose almost touching mine. “Is that what you want, omega? Our scents?”

“Yes.” I whined, his alpha scent rolling over me. I was in the same daze a heat brought on, just a creature of need. “I started sitting on the couch after you and Rian left.”

He smiled at that and kissed my forehead. “Needed our scents that badly?”

“Yes,” I panted, close to orgasm even though he had barely touched me. I lifted my hips against him, whining pitifully.

“That’s it, sweetheart. That’s it.” He licked and kissed his way down my body, his tongue finding every sensitive spot on my stomach, on my sides. By the time he made it to my hips, I was trying to rub my legs together to get some friction.

He was too smart for that; he pulled my pants down and put his knee between my legs. My sweet lemon vanilla scent got so much stronger, I heard all four men next to me groan.

Ben pressed his face right into my pussy. I cried out, expecting more buildup, but he plunged his tongue inside me, lapping at my wetness.