He smirked when he was done, reaching down to wipe a drop from my lip and push it across my tongue. “Missed some, princess.”

Holy fuck, I couldn’t breathe. I was burning up. Could Omegas spontaneously combust? Cause I was almost there.

“Take a breath,” Luke said. “You won’t get another one.”

I did before he worked himself into my throat once more, all the way down to the hilt. He held me against him, thrusting into my mouth and letting go of the control he’d held himself back with. “Oh, fuck.”

Just like he’d told me he would, I felt him orgasm, holding himself deep while cum spilled down my throat without me even getting to taste it. I whined, wanting the flavor and also dazzled by the incredible possessiveness in his gaze.

His knot swelled, and I nearly panicked. It was locked behind my teeth. He was knotted in my mouth and I couldn’t breathe.

Luke held my face in his hands. “Breathe through your nose. Slowly. You can.”

I tried, and somehow I could, the air sliding around him and his cock. My whole body relaxed, comforted and satisfied, suddenly realizing I had three knots in me. Holy fuck. I couldn’t move. Any way I wiggled, I was stuck, and when I did, echoes of orgasms rippled through me.

Wholly and entirely taken.

Avery pressed his thumb over my clit. “So swollen, baby girl.” I could hear his smile even though I couldn’t see it. “We’re not too much for you, are we?”

He circled, my whole body shaking in response. I couldn’t help it. Everything they did, every movement triggered more heat. More slick. More pleasure. And more need.

Luke moved, his knot easing just enough to release my jaw. He smiled, stroking a hand over my hair. “You did so good.”

Those words made me shudder.

“Let’s get you some water,” he said. “I have a feeling you’re not even close to done, are you.”

It wasn’t a question, and I shook my head. This wave still had me, and I let them care for me before we started all over again.

Chapter 18

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

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ESME

I dropped my mouth onto Avery’s cock, savoring the spice and the sweetness. I’d woken with a craving for the taste of him, even though they were all asleep. It was the third day, or maybe the fourth? I couldn’t remember. It was a fog of sex and pleasure and wanting them more than I could remember wanting anything in my life.

Avery hardened in my mouth, a soft moan coming from him as he woke. “Baby girl, what are you doing?”

“I thought that was obvious.”