Page 20 of Santas' Elf

“Please…”

He shifted, and his long hard cock bobbed in front of me.

He inched closer and I slid my tongue past my lips to welcome him in.

The flavor of his precum exploded on my tastebuds, and the weight of his cock on my tongue was perfect. I moaned, then swallowed as he hit the back of my throat.

I was going to get every inch of that glorious cock into my mouth.

“Fuck…” Warren growled as I swallowed him down. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

I moaned around him, and I felt his answering shiver. Then he pulled out and pushed in again.

This was heaven: one of my alphas eating my ass like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted, and the other with his cock down my throat. I reached out and rested one hand against Warren’s hip, urging him to keep thrusting until he got the point.

Fuck my mouth, make me take it.

He let out a lusty growl as he curled his fingers in my hair and set a slow pace. Several deep rolling thrusts that kept him in my throat, a couple of shallow ones to let me breathe, then deep again.

At the same time, Pete continued to use his tongue and fingers to open me, growling as slick poured from my hole.

“Pretty omega,” Warren rumbled. “Is this what you wanted from Santa?”

I moaned. This was exactly what I wanted from my Santas.

Pete curled his fingers, and I cried out. My hips bucked, needing him to touch my sweet spot again. The pressure was constant as soon as he realized what I needed—him massaging that place inside me.

At the same time, Warren started fucking my face harder—my cries spurring him on.

They were relentless, driving me to, then over the edge. I screamed as I came, bucking against Pete’s face at the same time that I swallowed pulse after pulse of Warren’s cum.

I reveled in that place of pure bliss for several seconds, relishing the diminishing twitches of Warren’s cock in my mouth and shivering as Pete continued to lick my over-sensitive rim.

Warren pulled out with a long groan. “Fuck…” he muttered. “Your mouth is incredible.”

I hummed in satisfaction and collapsed onto the mattress. Then Pete shifted, and I didn’t need to look back to know he was kneeling between my legs.

I angled my hips to him. He immediately pushed his cock to my entrance, then slid in. My fingers curled into the mattress and a long cry escaped my throat. The sting of the stretch turned to white-hot pleasure as one of my alphas claimed the most private part of me.

“How do you want it?” Pete growled, fingers digging into my hips as he bottomed out and stilled.

“Breed me,” I begged.

It wasn’t really an answer, but Pete understood anyway. He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in.

I screamed, every nerve singing in ecstasy. I closed my eyes to focus on the sensations coursing through me.

Then he did it again, and again.

This was the fuck I deserved. Hard, fast, and with the intent of ensuring that I would be pregnant at the end. My alpha was determined to leave his mark; make every cell of my body know that I belonged to him.

It was pure bliss.

“Pete’s been wanting to fuck you like that since he met you,” Warren growled.

I opened my eyes to see him stroking his cock. It wasn’t fully hard again yet, but was definitely interested.

“Too good,” Pete panted from behind me. “Not gonna last.”