Page 118 of Talk About… Dramay
Alpha. Rain and herbs. Clean and sharp.
Hudson.
As if Cameron heard my need, he managed to spin me around without pulling out so my face was now in Hudson’s lap.
“Fuck,” Hudson cursed as I sank my lips around him, taking him to the back of my throat.
In the new position, Cameron was able to grip my hips and plunge himself even deeper, his knot teasing over my sensitive walls until my vision blurred and pressure built inside of me.
My cries filled the air, needy and desperate. So fucking desperate.
“Someone make her come,” Cameron rasped out. I wasn’t sure who moved but someone scooted under me, Cam shifting my body higher so he had room. The first swipe of a warm tongue over my clit had me shattering.
When he kept going, I knew Lane was torturing me, sucking and licking me until I was screaming around Hudson’s cock.
My fingers wrapped around my alpha’s knot, putting pressure against it as I sucked him in time with Cameron’s thrusts. He needed relief, too, until his knot was locked inside me.
Which would happen over and over for this heat. I wasn’t going to rest until we were forced to. My omega was on a rampage now.
There was no thought, only pleasure and desperation as I brought my alpha over the edge until he was painting my tongue with his cum.
Satisfaction had a purr rumbling out of me as I swallowed every fucking drop before licking him clean.
Hudson cursed. I knew he was sensitive after he came and was trying to pull me away, but I didn’t make it far.
My teeth gave a sharp ache at the sight of his unclaimed neck and I lunged as best I could locked to Cameron. My hands pulled him closer, teeth clamping onto Hudson’s neck as Cameron exploded inside of me. A rush of shock and lustslammed through the bond as another alpha joined us. He was no longer in the background, but at the front now that we were fully bonded.
Even while I was being knotted, I wasn’t done with my pack. My omega had three, but she was greedy and wanted all of them. Now.
“Lane,” I begged, searching out my beta. My jaw ached nearly as much as my pussy but I couldn’t give it a rest. Not yet. I needed them more than I needed rest, or air.
“Here, Princess,” Lane promised as he moved in, gently sweeping the hair from my face. “You’re doing so good for us, taking your alpha’s knot and tasting your mates. You’ve got us all so fucking hard and coming undone for you.”
“Hudson, bite him,” I begged as I gripped Lane’s thighs and tugged him closer, wrapping my lips around him, too.
Cameron’s knot started to go down. I heard the alpha collapse but I wasn’t empty for long.
Another alpha took his place, Tate’s hands teasing over my ass and giving it a light slap when I shook it at him, trying to get him to sink into me.
“You’ll settle down, omega. Your alphas are in charge. We have time. No one is leaving. You have your whole pack.”
“Bites.” Apparently, I was down to cavewoman levels of communication, but the message was clear.
There was no fucking way my omega was waiting. We’d waited thirteen years to be claimed like this.
Too many years of loneliness and agony. Stunted and half heats that left us vulnerable and with deeper wounds than I’d like to admit.
“Never again, Love. We promise,” Hudson said. I hadn’t realized I let go of Lane to say the words out loud.
My omega was just as much of a coward as I was. We didn’t acknowledge him as we swallowed Lane down again.
The need to be filled in every way was making my skin crawl. My omega felt like she could never be satisfied and it was tearing me apart at the seams.
Or maybe that was Tate’s huge cock.
Fuck, the stretch hurt.
I whimpered in pain but Roman was quick to ease it. His mouth latched onto the mark he’d left on my shoulder.