Page 89 of In Doubt

“Hmmm,” he says with satisfaction as he takes it in his hand. “He’s good with his tongue, isn’t he?”

When I don’t reply, he tweaks my nipple and I squeak in alarm.

“Yes, very,” I murmur and he lifts the shirt, ducking down to kiss my nipple tenderly.

“What else?” he asks me.

“I sucked him off. He came in my mouth.”

He groans against my nipple, the vibration of his lips sending shock waves through my body. Then he stands and cups my jaw in his hand. “He came in my mouth too, today.” He meets my gaze, searching it for any sign of discomfort or jealousy. But all he must find is desire, and I shiver as the image of them together flashes in my mind.

“He tastes good, doesn’t he?” he adds.

“Yes,” I say, and as my lips part on the word, he leans in to kiss me, plunging his tongue deep in my mouth.

I capture his tongue between my lips and suck on it, and he growls, yanking me flush against his strong body, his hard cock pressing against my belly.

It makes me needier still and I have an intense desperation to take him inside me. Before I can tell him though, he swings me into his arms and walks me over to the couch, dropping me onto its cushions.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs against my ear. “I need to taste you.”

“And I need you inside me,” I admit.

“After,” he says, ripping the t-shirt from my body and halting for a minute to let his gaze run all over me. “God,” he groans and then he flips me onto my stomach, my knees on the floor.

His thumb connects with my clit and he sweeps the calloused pad through my folds, skimming around my entrance, then continuing between the cheeks of my arse and teasing my puckered hole.

I gasp as sparks fly through my body.

“You like that?” he whispers in my ear.

“I don’t know.”

I feel him nod behind me. “You never tried that before then?”

“Not for a long time.”

“Do you want me to keep touching you there, or stop, Giorgie?”

“Don’t stop.” Placing aside my demons and living in the moment, I listen to my body and go with what feels good, what feels right.

I take a deep breath as he continues to tease my hole with his thumb while coming to nuzzle his face between my folds. At first he kisses me there gently, then the kisses become deeper and more searching, his tongue swiping along my folds and hitting my clit, making me moan.

“Hmmm you’re so wet, little Plaything,” he says in his lilting Welsh accent, an accent that could give me my first auditory orgasm. “I could play with you all night, especially when you taste this good. I can see how you’ve been torturing Jake all year.” I frown at his words, unsure what he means. I’ve no time to digest them because next he plunges his tongue inside me, all the while stroking at my hole. Everything between my legs tingles with pleasure and a pulse beats in my clit.

“I need to come,” I plead, wiggling my behind in his face, writhing with his tongue inside me, needing friction.

He squeezes the globes of my arse and then turns his attention to my clit. His technique and skill is different to his packmates and I can see the advantages of having these different alphas pleasuring me, each in their own unique way. Which one is best? I don’t think I could decide.

Dylan likes to tease. He flickers his tongue against my clit, driving me towards release, then pulls back, giving me long, careless slurps, not enough to push me over.

It’s both delicious, and torturous. Tears race down my cheeks and the words streaming from my mouth are all desperate pleas.

“You wanna come?” he asks. “You wanna come, little Plaything, then come for me now.” Pinching my clit between his lips, he hums violently, thrusting his thumb inside my hole as he does. I come so hard my legs shake, my vision whites and my ears buzz.

I’m still surfing the wave, his thumb still inside me, when he pulls back and I feel the nudge of his cock between my folds.

“Omega, do you want this too?”