Page 90 of Beg for It

“Fuck yes,” Brooks says, getting to work.

I continue to rock Camden over my knot, and find that I can also bounce him a little too so that it feels as if I’m fucking him with it. God, we are going to have so much fun with him. Our omega writhes against my chest as Brooks puts him into place.

“There’s a cock ring that’ll give him the squeeze he needs, Lee. It’s black with a vibrator on the end. Will you put it on him, but make the bullet face down, please?” I ask.

“You’re like a dungeon dom,” Lee huffs, doing what I ask. “I’m not surprised, but fuck, I need to be buried in Cam’s mouth immediately.”

“I know, but this way he gets the attention his cock needs,” I insist.

Lee does what I ask, and I lay back on what now is acting like the perfect chair to fuck in. Pulling Cam’s knees up, I grin as he moans, the vibrator now on and doing its job to work over his taint.

“Your turn, Brooks,” I smirk. “I think we need some rope for his legs so that they’ll stay pulled up for us. He’s tired, he’s not going to have the strength to do it.”

“You’re like a sex ninja,” he mutters. “Damn, Baby Boy, you look so good.”

Camden shivers against me as he moans, the ring making him feel really good as his cock bobs in front of us. My knot is buried inside of him, and he’s about to take another.

Brooks shows our omega the rope, and I use the mirror that Lee pushes into place so I can see Camden’s face. They may give me shit about my kinks, but they reap the benefits. Keeping Cam’s legs against his chest, it allows me to see how well his hole is stretched around my knot. Brooks begins slowly to knot our omega’s right ankle to his thigh, while Lee feeds Cam his cock so he can keep himself busy. It’s a delicate dance as Brooks finds his rhythm until the ropes glide over Cam’s skin, the ropes sure to leave indentations on it. It’s another way we get to stake our claim on him. When he sees the remnants of our time together during his heat, it’ll remind him of how much we love him.

“Feel the way the rope holds you in place,” I croon to him. “It’ll help to ground you and keep your legs open so your alphas can fuck you together. Goddamn, you look incredible, Baby Boy.”

Cam keens as he shivers, his arms over his head as I kiss up his throat as he sucks down Lee’s cock. Soon, the knots of the rope perfectly frame both legs so that his ankles are tied to his thighs. Fuck, he looks so hot, and now I have my hands free to touch our Camden.

Brooks uses the slick pouring out of Cam’s cock to lube himself up, giving our omega a few obligatory strokes to make him feel good.

“This is going to feel really intense but?—”

“Knot,” Camden begs, pulling off Lee’s cock. “I want it, Brooks. Please!”

“It’s yours,” he promised. “My knot, my cock, whatever you want.”

Biting my lip, I watch as Cam drops his head back as Brooks lines his cock up above mine and begins to push his way inside. My teeth grit together because fuck, it’s intense. Cam’s ass is gushing with slick, but it’s still a tight fit as Brooks’ dick slides against mine.

“Fuck,” I gasp, wanting to distract Cam and I both.

“Open up for me again, Cam,” Lee says, gently lifting our omega’s face. “They’re going to take care of you. Do you trust them?”

“I do,” he whines. “It feels so good, but intense. Fuck. Brooks!”

“You’re taking me so well,” he groans. “Cam, never doubt that you’re fucking made for us. Your ass is ours, just the way you are.”

My teeth hurt, begging me to bite Cam. I don’t think I’m going to be able to hold back, and I don’t want to. My hand corkscrews around Cam’s cock, paying special attention to the tip as he pants and groans. I’m sweating because Cam’s skin is so warm, and I rub my face against his, knowing that he loves the way my facial hair feels.

I haven’t bothered shaving with how chaotic things have been. I’m glad I haven’t, because now Cam has more sensory input to ground him.

Lee’s dick bobs in front of us, and I grin.

“You’d better suck on our beta before I do,” I tease Cam.

“Mine,” he says in the cutest little growl, and Lee takes his time filling our omega’s mouth full of cock.

Brooks is sweating as he keeps his control in check, leaning forward to brace his weight on the top of the cross.

“Fuck, I can feel your knot,” I gasp.

“I’m so close to losing myself,” he warns, gasping.

“You can do it,” I promise. “You only have to hold it together until you’re all the way inside.”