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I come.

I come just as Colt sucks on my nipple and River slides a finger inside my back hole.

I come, squirting for the first time in my life.

My body floods with such bliss, the world turns a midnight black and I forget who I am and what I was.

* * *

“She’s a squirter,”Ford says matter-of-factly as I lie back on the mattress, blown away, unable to speak or move.

“Is she now?” River says.

Ford lifts his hand to show the others; a clear liquid, less viscous than my slick, running down his wrist.

“I’ve never been with a squirter,” Colt says, lying down beside me and tracing light circles on my belly.

“And I’ve never been a squirter before,” I breathe.

“Seems wecanwork together,” River says.

“Or Ford’s just good at what he does,” Colt mutters.

“I didn’t make her squirt last time.”

“You’ve fingered her before?” River pouts. “Seems I’ve been missing out, little one. Will you make it up to me?”

“Want to knot me, alpha?” I ask, biting my lip and letting my gaze fall to the stiff cock between his legs. He’s just as big as I’d suspected, his erection framed by thick golden curls only a fraction darker than the ones on his head and his torso covered in elaborate inks. His racing car. A copy of the world trophy. A list of his titles.

“You’re body is like a shrine to yourself, Alpha?” I giggle, as he crawls closer, taking a hold of both my ankles.

“I’ll make it a shrine to you, if you’ll let me, Omega?” He drags me over the mattress until he’s kneeling between my legs. “See here,” he points to his left pec, “I’ve left this clear. Waiting to print the name of my omega over my heart.”

My own heart flutters at those words even though I’m sure it’s a line he uses all the time.

My suspicions are only confirmed when Colt scoffs.

“You don’t think I’m serious,” River says, with a tone that is for once deadly so. “But I am.”

Then he’s bracing his arms around me and lowering himself down, the head of his cock nudging at my entrance. I watch transfixed as he pushes inside me, his large cock sinking deeper and deeper, brushing past all my sensitive places. He pauses halfway. I already feel full and yet there is more of him to go.

“Omega,” he says, and I peer up into his sky-blue eyes, all liquid and molten for me. “Eyes on me.” I nod. I wouldn’t be able to drag my gaze from his mesmerizing eyes even if I wanted to. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

“Can you take more?”

“I can take everything you want to give me,” I purr and he growls, thrusting deeper still.

I whimper as I take the thick base of his cock, stretching me open and he bottoms out with a throaty grunt.

“Shit, that looks good,” Colt says from somewhere beside us.

“It feels good too,” River says, that usual smirk, that usual tease gone. He looks like he does when he’s racing. All determination and concentration.

I wonder if he’s going to drive into me like he drives that car of his. Fast, hard, taking me to the very brink, pushing my limits.

The thought makes me whimper and sets the alpha in motion, lifting his hips and dragging his heavy cock out of me.