Page 8 of Brave New Omega, Part 2

Chapter 8

KATIE

I awake to the sound of muffled snoring beside me. Max is still asleep, sprawled on his belly, one hand resting lightly on my hip. I smile at the picture of him, relaxed and taking up entirely too much space in my bed. I arch my back in a stretch, feeling Loren's broad chest behind me.

And his cock. Still hard and nestled inside my pussy.

I moan, overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness, and desire unspools inside me like a runaway ball of string.

"Good morning, Love." I feel the vibrations of Loren’s words against my back, and it sends delicious reverberations through me. "Did you sleep well?"

I nuzzle back against him, his cock still inside me, but he doesn't thrust.

"Yes, actually," I say, a little surprised. "I slept great. Better than I have in a long time. Did you sleep well?"

Loren nuzzles my neck, nipping lightly at the point where my neck and shoulder meet. "Wonderfully. You hold me so well."

"Were… were you inside me all night?"

Loren hums in affirmation, and I shiver. It should feel like an intrusion, but instead his cock feels like… closeness . A kind of intimacy that isn't built on pleasure alone but on wanting to be near one another.

"Is it bothering you?" He asks, and I feel the slight drag of his hips, as though he's about to pull out.

"No!" I thrust my own hips back, smacking our bodies together. We both groan, and a fresh wave of desire builds inside me. I can't help myself, and wiggle my hips against his. Loren grunts, trying to hold my hips firm.

"No," I whine. "Give me more." I pout like a child, using every adjustment and readjustment of Loren's body as an invitation to roll my hips. His cock, which I realize, had only been half-hard before, swells inside me, reminding me that Loren is big. His playful grunts elongate to hungry moans as his hands on my hips guide me into a rhythm.

"Lift your leg, that's right, you can rest it on my thigh. That's my good little student." He kisses the tender flesh below my ear. My pussy is open and exposed this way, as his hips pick up the rhythm, fucking me slowly from behind. If Max wakes up, he'll have a full view of Loren's cock dragging in and out of me.

It's devious and raw, so unlike me. I want things to be orderly, careful. I like plans—missions with clear objectives. And look where that got me.

But this? This is too close to surrender.

"Touch yourself, Love," Loren instructs. "Show me what you like."

I can't stop my fingers from trailing down my body, to circle my clit. Fuck, he's not racing to a peak, but keeping my body hot and simmering. My pussy shines with my wetness seeping around him. I moan, unable to muffle the sound.

Max grunts, wiping the back of his hand over his eyes.

He's about to catch a whole eyeful of Loren and me. I should feel ashamed. I should feel used, or somehow dirty.

But I don't. When Max sits up, eyes widening before his pupils expand and his nostrils flare, all I feel is hunger and… security. Hunger for these two men, hunger for a bone-deep satisfaction that I never knew I was missing.

And security, because there is already a bridge of trust between us.

"Good morning to me," Max says before crawling across the bed. Loren continues his methodical thrusts, one hand cupping, but not squeezing, my breast.

"I'm going to teach you how to be an Omega," Loren murmurs in my ear. "I'm going to teach you how to accept all the pleasure your Alphas want to give you. I'm going to give you lessons in love-making, not just fucking. I'm going to instruct you on how to trust us with your heart and not just your body."

I whine as he speaks, his words not dirty, but somehow more intoxicating because of their tenderness. I cannot do this. Not this much emotion . And yet…

His hips slowly pick up speed, my breasts trembling with each thrust. Max kneels before my exposed pussy like I am an altar and he's come to offer his prayers and devotions.

"I am going to teach you that taking care of yourself is just as important as taking care of others," Loren says, his voice growing husky.

"Listen to him, Katie," Max says, his eyes fixed on where Loren glides in and out of me. "Your pleasure, your needs, your satisfaction, in and out of bed, matter to us."

Loren's hips jerk in a few sharp thrusts, and I groan from the new stimulation.

"Show her, Max. Show her how much her pleasure matters," Loren commands.

Max smiles, licking his lips before diving down, his tongue circling my clit, lapping at the point where Loren's cock enters me. I gasp, jerking in Loren's hold.

"That's it, Love. It feels good to have both your Alphas looking out for your needs, doesn't it?"

I nod, but Loren only tsks in my ear.

"When I ask a question, I need an answer."

Max purrs, sucking my clit into his mouth as his fingers knead my hips and thighs.

"Yes, professor," I pant. The simmering heat has been rising to a low boil. I want more: more friction, more force. I need it if I'm going to topple over the edge.

"I'm going to roll onto my back, no don't worry my little Omega. I'm taking you with me. I want you to ride me, if your knee can handle it."

"I think it's okay," I say. Loren lifts me up, away from Max's lapping tongue, so that he's on his back and I'm sitting facing away from him. I lean forward, resting some of my weight on his knees, as I roll my hips. It's a delicious drag, the curve of his cock hitting me in just the right spot to send tingles of pleasure pulsing through me.

Lorens digs his heels into the bed, his hips thrusting up into me. He pushes me forward over his knees, and Max is there, holding me steady above Loren, as he fucks my mouth with his tongue.

I always thought being with two men like this would feel like being used; yet with Loren and Max, I can feel every tender caress, every moan of wanting between us. I grab for Max's cock, fisting it in long strokes. He grunts, pulling away from our kiss to take a long shuddering breath.

"I'm going to knot this tight pussy, okay, Love?" Loren asks, his hips slapping into me wetly. It's obscene and only makes me wetter as my muscles clench around him.

"Yes, professor," I say, looking at him over my shoulder. A knot . My pussy clenches in anticipation. I’m curious–and a little nervous. But Loren has been in me all night, keeping me full and stretched. The swell of his knot edges my lips, and a shiver of anticipation and need trips up my spine.

Loren sits up and I grind down on his cock while he captures my mouth. My hands still glide up and down Max's shaft, my fingers sticky with precum.

Max leans in, his thick fingers teasing my exposed clit as I lean back to kiss Loren, his hips still thrusting in a frantic pace. Pleasure tingles as my core tightens, and I'm so close I can almost taste the orgasm in the back of my throat.

Loren releases a primal growl, thrusting up hard while his hands hold me firmly down. Max's fingers on my clit stroke me over the edge and my body clenches tight around Loren's cock, my release gushing out of me. I scream Loren’s name, my body trembling around his cock.

I fall forward, my body limp with pleasure as Loren thrusts again, this time his knot pushing deep inside me, with an almost painful stretch, as his own release paints my inner walls.

"Oh God," I whimper, shaking as another wave of pleasure drives me over the edge again. I am a trembling mess, my fingers too slack to hold Max's erection. But he holds me against his chest, a deep rumble vibrating against my skin. Loren adjusts us so I'm sitting in his lap, his face pressed to my back, and echoes the same deep rumble.

Purring .

These massive men are purring like contented kittens. I huff a light laugh. Not such intimidating Alphas now.

"Are you well, Love?" Loren asks, kissing my back and rubbing soothing circles over my hips. I look up from Max's chest, starting first at his warm, contented smile, then over my shoulder at Loren. His hair is rumpled, but his eyes are a clear, deep-water blue.

"Yes," I say, arching my back in a stretch that forces Loren's cock to rub against me with a delicious sort of overstimulation. He groans.

"Keep that up and he'll keep you locked in this bed all day," Max snorts.

"It would be a good way of keeping you out of trouble," Loren says, playfully nipping my shoulder.

I should tell them off, put up those boundaries and safeguards. I should tell them this was nice but I need space. But the idea of being locked with Loren inside me, hell the fact that I had slept with him nestled deep, makes me hot. And somehow satisfied.

And that is a wonderful and terrible feeling.