Page 138 of The Bounty

They’re so close to me.

I can’t wait another moment.

“Fuck, sweetheart, talk to us,” Brock growls. “Tell us what you need, baby.”

I need a lot of things.

But first…

“Mate me,” I whisper.

Both of them groan at the same time, and Dylan curses under his breath.

The smell of their arousal fills the room, and I moan, my hands reaching out on either side of me to grope them through their trousers.

They’re both already rock hard, and they hiss as I touch them.

“Share me,” I breathe.

“You have to be sure,” Dylan says, his voice strained as I grip his cock. “You have to be sure this is what you want…”

“It’s always been you,” I say to both of them. “All three of you.Please.”

How fitting it would be to break the fundamental rule ofEdenin the thousand-dollar suite they’ve trapped me in.

Brock stands up and locks the door, then rummages through the closet, pulling out extra sheets and blankets. Dylan pulls me in for a kiss, and I sigh into his mouth.

It feels like coming home, the way his tongue tangles with mine.

“Fuck, we missed you,” he breathes against my lips. “Our perfect girl. Our good Omega.”

Brock returns, placing the pile of fabrics on the bed, and pushes me gently to lie down on them. Dylan stands and undoes his grey trousers, stepping out of them and giving me a view of his massive cock.

My mouth waters, and I give in to my inner Omega.

The next moments are a blur.

Brock is naked and on top of me, his mouth inches from my ear. My panties are gone, and my dress is torn up the side, my cunt exposed.

“We have about an hour, baby,” he groans. “Can you take two cocks in one hour?”

“Yes,” I gasp, as his fingers find my slit. He plays with my clit, rubbing in circles, as he puts his tongue in my mouth.

“Fuck,” I hear Dylan from the other side of the room. “She’s already soaking her nest.”

“That’s right, because you’re our good girl,” Brock groans against my lips. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” I pant, as he plunges a finger inside me.

“We missed you so much,” he continues, as my moans fill the room. “And now you’re never leaving our side again. Because do you know what happens if you do?”

I’m so incredibly close, just from him finger fucking me, that I can’t reply.

“We’ll chain you to a bed and pump you full of cum.”

I scream. My body convulses and I squeeze Brock’s finger, riding out my release.

“Holyshit,” I hear Dylan gasp, and I glance at him. His cock is out, and he’s working himself, and the image sends another wave of pleasure through me.