I couldn’t make a sound. Pleasure twisted through me and I reached, finding skin and scent and the sense of absolute rightness. I was an Omega in heat, made to be taken and knotted and worshipped and this was just the start of it.

Ben didn’t stop, thrusting slow and deep, all the way in and dragging himself out of me slow enough for me to moan before he slammed in to the hilt once again.

“More.”

It was the only word I knew.

Rylan was still at my side, and he turned, dragging his hips higher. “Open.”

The head of his cock pressed against my lips, and he slipped inside. He was so long he filled my mouth before I was even close to his base, and I heard him swear. A hand reached down and gripped my hair, guiding me deeper so he reached the beginning of my throat.

“Oh, fuck, Esme.” His hips moved in shallow thrusts, fucking my mouth but desperately trying not to push too hard.

I wanted to tell him I could take him further and he didn’t need to hold back, but I couldn’t. He was already leaking, the flavor of him just like his scent, summery and fruity and so good I wanted to drink him just like Ben had me.

Avery’s hand closed over my breast, squeezing before he slid it lower, finding my clit even as Ben was still moving, continuing the deep, rhythmic movement which was driving me towards another climax.

I couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure pulsing through me from every direction, giving myself fully over to the fever and need driving my hips to meet Ben’s and my tongue to swirl around Rylan’s cock.

Lips pressed just below my ear, leaving tingles behind. Avery’s breath tickled my skin as he whispered directly in my ear. “Come for us, baby. Show us how badly you need to be knotted.”

His finger matched his words, rubbing circles around my clit in time with Ben’s thrusts, and my body was more than happy to oblige. I was blind with the fiery haze of bliss spreading through me, no longer in control of my body. My pussy squeezed down on Ben, and he cursed. “Get ready for my knot, Esme. I can’t hold it back.”

Rylan pulled free of my mouth, and I whined, wanting him back. “Don’t worry,” Avery whispered. “You’ll get to taste him again. You’re going to taste all of us like the good girl you are. Aren’t you?”