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EIGHTEEN

“I’m so proud of you, Omega. Thank you for telling me what you need.” I rub my thumb along her jaw, hearing a tiny gasp escape her lips. “How long has it been for you, baby?” Her scent is so strong and it leaves my alpha paranoid that anyone could come by and smell her, smell what is mine .

Her cheeks are flushed and pink as the starlight shines above her. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever been blessed with.

I think I may need to reconsider what my stance is on a higher power, because this moment is like a literal dream come to life.

I sense her hesitation to answer. “Have you at least been taking care of yourself, beautiful Omega?” I can feel her breath on my cheek as I lean to kiss her neck. She tastes just like her scent, beautiful undercurrents of vanilla and lavender igniting my senses.

She gives me an unconvincing smile. “Sort of.”

“Sort of?” I raise an eyebrow and bite my lip to hide my amusement. I grasp her hips tighter before dropping a hand to the apex between her legs. “You’ve been neglecting this pretty pussy, haven’t you?”

She whines, trying to buck her hips into my hand.

“Answer me, Omega.”

“Yes.” She looks me in my eyes, desperate for the bliss building between us.

“Good girl.” She moans in response. Her eyes are half-lidded and her perfume is so potent it overpowers everything around it.

Or, maybe, it simply overpowers me .

“Are you going to continue to tell me what you need?” I ask as my hands sneak underneath her dress. Her eyes follow the movement before she bites her lip in anticipation. God , I want to take those lips between my own teeth.

I place my thumb over her lips gently. She releases her bottom lip, and then meets my gaze. “Yes, Alpha.”

That’s all I need to hear before I slide my hand into the waistband of her dark colored panties. I try to stifle my groan as I feel her slick for the first time, but the tiny gasp that she emits leaves my efforts in vain as my own noise falls out.

The idea of her deliberately refusing herself pleasure causes my alpha to grit his teeth. She deserves to feel good any and every time she feels the urge. I’m going to make sure she knows that from now on.

I slide a finger in, feeling her tighten around me in response. A settling sigh falls from her lips as I start to move in and out, helping her satiate the ache.

Her eyes flutter closed as her head leans back. It’s only a few moments before she rests her hands behind her on my knees and gently gyrates her hips, trying to fuck herself faster on my finger. The notion makes me groan.

“Do you want more, Stacia?”

She nods before she squeaks out a tiny “yes.” I slide another finger inside of her, quickening my movements just enough to make her gasp. She keeps clenching me, refusing to look me in the eyes as she chases her orgasm.

Yes, my beautiful scent match. Fucking use me.

The touch of shyness makes me fall a little bit in love with her.

She wants to shamelessly find her pleasure, but it’s not innate.

It’ll be a while before it feels instinctual, but that’s what makes this moment all the more special.

She’s being brave, courageous. She wants to have this moment with me despite the anxiety it brings.

I move my opposing thumb to the apex between her thighs, applying tiny circles to her clit as I quicken the pace of my fingers. The movement causes her to moan deep in her chest before an omega whine escapes, her pussy clutching my fingers in a vise grip.

“That’s it,” I whisper. My cock leaks in my jeans, the hardness almost painful. “You’re fucking squeezing me. Please, baby. Come on my fingers.”

The gasp that follows is like a holy bell being rung as her entire body tenses just before the sexiest fucking noises I’ve ever heard start to pour out of her mouth.

I keep going, helping her pull every bit of pleasure from her climax as I can.

It’s explosive. I can’t avert my eyes away from the sight of her even as the pleasure ceases, her muscles releasing their tension as she starts to go lax in my lap.

Her head rests upon my chest, filling me up with pride as she catches her breath. She smells satiated, relaxed. That’s all my Alpha cares about.

She’s finally coming back up when a branch snaps. I whip my head to the noise only to see Ciro standing there with two bottles of vodka and a jealous expression on his face.

“I’ll never forgive that bee-boy for keeping me away from that.”

A laugh bursts out of me, my fingers still sitting inside of our omega. “Freaking Bradley.”

Stacia

I flutter my eyes open, trying to come down from the high that Kendall just forced from my body. Ciro makes a quip that causes the alpha beneath me to laugh. Their voices finally come into focus as my breathing settles back to a normal rhythm.

I hear a clank of glass, like Ciro is placing the bottles not-so-gently on the ground. Then, I feel his body pressing against mine, my back to his chest.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he whispers in my ear, his lips barely touching it but it sends goosebumps all over my body. “Are you having a good time?”

I give a small nod, leaning my head back to rest on his shoulder. I wrap my hand up and around his neck, pushing his body closer to mine. Kendall grinds up into me, causing a gasp to escape at the sensitivity of his cock rubbing against my center.

“She’s been neglecting herself, Ci,” Kendall says. “Maybe one wasn’t enough.” I whine at the implication, meeting his grind halfway and nodding my head, refusing to say the words.

But all I can think is more .

“That’s not a problem. We can take care of that, can’t we, Kenny?” As Ciro wraps an arm around my torso, I suddenly feel something hard on my back beneath his shirt. Actually two little hard somethings.

It pulls me out of my daze a little. I turn around on Kendall’s lap, straddling him backwards, and forcibly pull up Ciro’s shirt. I see exactly what I was expecting.

“You have nipple piercings ?” I exclaim a bit too loudly. Their laughter finds me as I’m entranced by the silver bars poking through the beta’s nipples.

“Yes, doe, I do.” He takes his shirt all the way off so I can get a better look at them.“Uriah and I both do. We lost a bet—” He’s cut off by Kendall’s not-so-subtle chuckle behind me. “So we had to get them. But if I’m honest, I quite like them. They fit my aesthetic.”

My mouth has gone dry and I feel a twinge between my legs. I can’t possibly speak, but then I look at his face and there’s the tiniest amount of insecurity there, just like I saw during game night when he told me about his sexuality. So I find the words for him.

“They’re so fucking hot.” And then my mouth is slamming on his, his arms wrap around me, and we go at it like two animals in heat.

Ciro nips at my bottom lip, causing a guttural sound to erupt from my throat.

When he starts to slow his movements and really savor my lips, I feel a pair of hands from behind, playing with the hem of my dress.

When Kendall’s hands make their way to my bare skin, goosebumps erupt and I wrap my hands around his to tug them up higher.

He gets the hint and palms over my breasts that are hidden in my bra.

When my nipples start to pebble at the sensation, he sticks them underneath and finally, finally gets his hands on me.

Skin to skin. He plays with them while Ciro assaults my mouth with his tongue. His expert freaking tongue .

Am I about to have my first ever threesome in the backyard of some random house party? Yeah, I think I am.

I groan into the kiss, their movements moving in tandem to send me into overload quickly.

I grind down onto Kendall’s lap, feeling him hard and wanting beneath me.

He moans against my back, his hands gripping me a bit tighter as I start to move my hips back and forth, moving in such a way that puts just the right amount of pressure on my clit.

It’s sensitive, but the feeling is too good to stop.

Ciro pulls back slightly, his hands moving to my face. “Where do you want me, beautiful?”

I don’t know where I get the confidence, but I move my hands to his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping him all while holding his gaze. His eyes are brazen with heat, his muscles glisten slightly in the moonlight. It makes my mouth water as I pull his briefs down and wrap my hand around him.

“Fuck,” he whispers. I lean forward, my hips still moving on top of the alpha that is now slowly thrusting back, as I spit on Ciro, spreading it with my palm before I continue to stroke him.

It starts a fire in him as he whimpers slightly before lacing his fingers into my hair enough to tug my head up to look at him.

“You’re being such a good fucking omega,” he grunts, which causes both my hips and hand to move faster.

Their heightened scents surround me, basking me in the best combined scent ever.

Like drinking a spicy mixed cocktail in the Caribbean.

I can feel everything intensify once more, my clit likely swollen in my shorts.

“Please, I need more,” I moan. I feel Kendall throb underneath me, his own noises making a symphony in my ear before he tears my panties off in one swift motion.

A rush of cold air hits my ass, my dress flying up from the wind, but I don’t stop my movement.

His hand slides over one of my ass cheeks, his skin leaving mine ablaze as it trails forward, searching curiously.

The anticipation is building slowly until he finally places his thumb on my back hole, rubbing gentle circles in a tease of something more.

The feeling is foreign, something I’ve never explored with anyone before, but it’s so erotic.

So intimate that it takes my breath away.

I feel so adored between these two men, and the feeling only heightens as Ciro places his hand over mine, urging me to go faster.

I give him a wicked smile before moving his cock into my mouth.

“Oh fuck, I’m going to fucking blow,” he hisses.

“Stacia, I’m going to come, is that—” I hollow out my cheeks and move faster, my own climax simmering right on the surface as he bellows as quietly as he can and comes in my mouth.

The taste is intoxicating, the perfect amount of spiced orange rum hitting my tongue.

It blinds me a bit, the potency of it, just before Kendall’s thumb intrudes past the ring of muscle and groans deeply.

“Come with me, Omega,” he huffs out, his other hand motioning my hips. It’s almost like our orgasms are tied together, because the intrusion of his thumb pulls it right from my body, sending electricity through my clit all the way down to my toes.

He moves my hips for me as I scream out my release, feeling his climax drench my thighs and clit. Ciro’s hand finds my mouth, muffling my cries, making me black out slightly from the overwhelming pleasure.

When I finally come down, I lean back and land on Kendall’s chest as he pants. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close. A second later, Ciro lies down beside us, and I can’t help but let out an indignant laugh.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” I say, still trying to catch my breath.

“I can,” Ciro says, both of them laughing with me. “And I believe we’ll do it again.”

The smile that falls onto my face is involuntary. I can’t feel any other way right now even if I tried. I’m happy, and it’s bizarre to think about that fact when I consider the last few months.

It’s a very welcomed feeling, indeed.