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It takes them some maneuvering, Colt scooting our conjoined bodies down the bed, but soon they have the right angle to allow Ford to feed me his cock.

He’s much darker than River, his skin a chestnut brown, the tight curls at his groin almost jet. I rest my hand on his hip, stroking my thumb over the raised veins and tight tendons and open my lips. His jaw ticks, his willpower tested as he slips his cock inside my mouth gently. I explore him first with my tongue, tasting salty precome and the flavor that is uniquely his.

Then I wrap my hands around his base and squeeze him like my pussy is squeezing Colt’s cock. His breathing hitches, coming in needy pants that mimic my earlier ones. I want to tease him, tease him like he teased me, but that base, more needy omega desire of mine is stronger, keen to drink down every last drop of him. And so I suck, pulling him further into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat, sucking hard and ignoring the way spit dribbles from my lips and the sound is even more dirty than the noise of Colt fucking me.

Soon, that iron will of his snaps, and he can’t help but jerk his hips towards my face, thrusting his cock into my mouth. I moan around him and his cock dances on my tongue. More precome melts into my tastebuds, making my eyes roll around in their sockets and I start to lose myself. My grip weakens, my lips become slack. I moan like a wild woman as he thrusts into me, cursing in a way I’ve never heard him curse before.

Then his cock jerks violently and come pumps down my throat.

“Drink it down,” he commands, “drink it down, little Omega. Every last drop.”

He needn’t bother telling me. I’m already doing as he commands. He tastes so good and his come warms all the way down my throat and into my belly.

“Such a good girl,” Colt whispers into my ear, “such a good little omega. Look at you. Look at you gulping down all of him. Look at you with his cock in your mouth and my cock in your pussy. Look at you all needy like you should be.”

His words are dirty and obscene and everything that I need. The throbbing of Ford’s cock ceases in my mouth, the last of his come shooting down my throat and I watch sleepily as his knot expands and he grips it with both hands.

I wait for him to shuffle backwards, for him to slip his still-hard cock from my mouth. But he doesn’t and I suck on it gently as I fall back into sleep.

* * *

When I wake again,I find Ford’s cock still in my mouth. Hard and dribbling yet more salty pre-come. I smile and open my eyes. He’s passed out on the bed beside me, Colt still lying behind me.

“Are you awake?” River asks me from somewhere else in the room.

“Hmmmm,” I say, swirling my tongue around Ford’s tip.

“Are you needy again, little one? Hungry, thirsty?”

Hours must have passed. Blinds are drawn over the large windows in the room but regardless I can see it’s dark outside, the traffic from the city less intrusive now it’s nighttime.

I haven’t eaten for hours and yet I find I’m not hungry. Not for that anyway.

I twirl my tongue around Ford with more force, then suck on him hard.

River chuckles, running his hands up and down my bare legs, straying further and further to where I’m leaking come and slick all over the bed sheets.

Ford starts to stir, soft sounds of pleasure drifting from his lips as his eyes begin to open.

“Not a bad way to wake up, hey soldier?” River says as Ford focuses in on me. “Seems our omega is needy again.”

My omega heart swells.Our.Ouromega. I bat the idea away. It’s just the rut. I’ve heard it before. Alphas will promise anything in a rut. It doesn’t mean they’ll keep those promises when the heat dies away.

“I’d be happy to wake up every day of my life to a greeting like this,” Ford says in a soft voice that makes my heart fluttering all the more. He cups my face in his hands, drifting his fingers along my jaw. “You look so beautiful Molly.”

I look beautiful with his cock in his mouth. That’s what he means.

But to my surprise, he pulls himself away, his cock popping from my mouth, and leans down to kiss me. One of those deep sensual kisses that seem at odds with his stiff soldierly personality. A kiss that hints that there’s more to this man if I could just reach beneath the surface.

River’s fingers slide into my folds as Ford kisses me, finding my clit and ringing it slowly, achingly. I’m so wound up, so sensitive from my heat, that it takes hardly any attention from his fingers to have an orgasm tumbling from my core. I moan into Ford’s mouth, my body jolting with the waves of pleasure, and he presses his mouth to mine, holding my face against his, not letting me jerk away, kissing me all the way through my release.

It eases the pain that was rumbling in my gut, but it’s not enough to subdue the ache in my pussy and soon I beg the alphas for a knot.

There’s a hesitation and Ford pulls away from me to look at River and then Colt.

It’s like Colt told me. They’ve not done this before, not together anyway. But River tilts his head towards Ford and Colt nods his agreement and then my bodyguard is flipping me over onto my stomach and lifting my ass into the air, lining himself up behind me.

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