Page 33 of Blizzards and Brews

Which, by the possessive way he was dragging his tongue along the bite he’d placed, was me.

“You feel so good, Linds,” Ollie groaned. “I need you again. I need–”

“We’ve got you,” I assured him, my hands tangling in his brown hair and looking past him to Spencer.

The alpha’s chest was heaving. The promise in his eye reminded me of our first night together.

“Our girl is right,” Spencer said. “We’ve got you, little omega. I’m going to fill you up and fuck you into our girl. That’s what you need isn’t it?”

Ollie groaned. “Yes, alpha. Please.”

I could tell the moment Spencer started to touch him, Ollie’s movements inside me resuming once again, fucking his cum into me.

I’d never been part of a heat before, but I’d heard the stories. The fact that Ollie hadn’t needed time to recuperate wasn’t a surprise but I hadn’t been prepared for the sheer amount of his enjoyment.

“That’s it, open up for me,” Spencer coaxed him. “Work yourself back and forth between us, sweets.”

Ollie arched back against him, drawing up slightly and giving me more access to him. Unable to resist, I trailed my hands across his chest and down his stomach before dipping down to where we met.

“So good,” Ollie praised. “Want to fill you up again, Linds. Want you full and swollen with me.”

Spencer let out a growl at Ollie’s words. “With us.”

Ollie keened, his breath coming in gasps as Spencer worked himself into him. He struck deep inside me, hitting that sweet spot that had me screaming and clenching around him.

A manic look came into his eye as he did it again, moving my hand from my sex and replacing it with his own. Furiously he worked himself back and forth between Spencer and me, lost in a haze of pleasure.

“Knot,” he demanded, casting a glance back at Spencer.

It was the most defiant look I’d ever seen from my sweet Ollie, and I realized I was getting to see a whole new side of him.

“Make our girl come and I’ll give it to you,” Spencer countered, thrusting into him so hard that Ollie ended up stretched completely over me.

“That was a given,” Ollie grumbled. “I’m going to fill her up over and over again until I’ve wrung every drop from her.”

He kissed me then, his tongue doing wicked things as Spencer began drilling him into the both of us. The grunts and groans spilling from them only added to the sensations for me. The words of want and sounds of pleasure another layer upon the physical.

I felt like I was flying, the pheromones soaring in the room finally sinking into me.

It helped me get out of the last inhibitions of my mind, letting me fully enjoy this moment.

My lips found Ollie’s neck as he clung to me, taking greedy inhales. His scent was so damn sweet, his caramel-marshmallow essence dissolving on my tongue like spun sugar.

“Bite.”

I placed a kiss on his neck, as I held on tighter while he filled me to the hilt. Spencer covered my grip on him with one of his own.

“Bite,” Ollie whined again, arching his neck against me more.

At first, I thought he’d been talking to Spencer, but it was clear he was talking to me. My bite wouldn’t form a bond with him, but the fact that he still wanted it, wanted me, had my chest aching.

Spencer worked him harder, pushing him even deeper inside of me. It was too much to take, and I shook as I fell over the edge.

Ollie began crying above me, his face burying into my chest.

Panic struck through me. “Ollie?”

“Bite,” he said through hiccupped sobs.