Page 88 of Talk About… Dramay

My head fell to the side, met with the sight of glinting metal and a long, thick cock. My mouth watered and another whine escaped before I wet my lips with my tongue and parted them for him.

“Like what you see?” he asked as he teased the tip over my lips, precum salty as his scent pulsed in the air.

I breathed in his warm and sweet scent through my nose as I wrapped my lips around him. With Tate holding one hip and keeping me unfocused as he overloaded me with pleasure, it wasn’t easy, but the moment Lane’s groans joined me I couldn’t help but give him everything I had.

The cool metal was stark against my heated mouth, but each ridge teased over me as he pulled back then thrust forward again. I kept my jaw relaxed as I reached for him, fingers gripping his thigh as I encouraged him to take over.

Lane didn’t need convincing. His fingers tangled in my copper hair and nonsensical praises fell from his lips as he fucked my throat. Each thrust was bruising and possessive, as if he wasn’t able to control himself, he needed me too much.

Honestly, I needed them both. This was exactly the thing my omega needed to truly settle.

We couldn’t predict the future or how well our pack would do, but we were hopeful. If they wanted me this much, no, needed me, then we’d be fine.

I’d be fine. I would never have to be alone again.

As teeth clamped down gently around my clit, I couldn’t hold back. My cries were muffled by Lane’s cock, my body tensing as the waves of pleasure washed over me, stealing my vision as white-hot bliss tore through me.

I don’t think I’d ever come so hard in my life.

My moans had Lane struggling to keep control. Only a few more thrusts and he was falling right over that precipice with me, tumbling down as he painted my throat and tongue in his release.

The air smelled like warm apple pie in the middle of the first snow of winter, a spicy musk of pheromones lacing it until my head was practically swimming.

They were intoxicating and I was willingly downing greedy breaths of them.

Lane pulled out, falling to his knees and pressing his lips against mine. Tate shifted, but didn’t leave me as I felt his cock pressing into my swollen pussy.

Lane swallowed down my cries as Tate pushed forward until his knot pushed past my resistance. It had been too long since I’d taken a knot but my body welcomed him easily.

“So fucking perfect,” Lane praised as he pulled away, smiling down at me like I hung the moon. His eyes were intense, but dreamy, still drunk on his own pleasure but I had his full attention.

My mouth fell open as Tate started to move, fucking me hard and fast now like he couldn’t help himself.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, Oriana. So tight around my knot, begging for me to swell inside of you, claim you from the inside out,” he praised. The gravel in his voice was deeper now and his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration.

“I think I can make this even better,” Lane whispered in my ear, his teeth teasing over the shell as his hand slid down my body before finding my clit between me and my alpha.

He gathered my slick before rubbing his fingers over my clit, setting a rhythm almost as punishing as Tate fucking me. He applied enough pressure that I was bucking against them both, eyes rolling back and feral, keening cries filling the air.

I’d never experienced more than a few orgasms at a time, but here I was chasing two, then three, then four, as my alpha fucked me.

My mind was blissfully blank, everything centered around the sensitive intensity of the pleasure they wrung from my body.

Tate’s knot had pushed my body to its limits, filling me until I felt like I couldn’t take it, then he somehow expanded more.

It stole my breath and forced another orgasm out of me. This one was borderline painful but Lane shifted and buried his head between us so he could soothe me with his tongue.

My entire body was limp and sated as Tate finally came, his fingers bruising my hips and his purr vibrating through us both. I could feel his warm seed filling me as his knot locked us together.

“Fuck,” I cursed as I gasped against it. Lane’s tongue was still slowly coaxing more pleasure from me as Tate rocked his knot even deeper, with shallow thrusts. His knot was huge, bigger than I’d ever experienced, and I was in a blissed out state.

“I think we broke our omega,” Tate chuckled, gasping for his own breaths. “Fuck, that was incredible. You’re fucking perfect, Oriana. Made for us. Made for me.”

Everything he said was punctuated with a deep, possessive edge.

How could I doubt my place in this pack when they just showed me exactly what I meant to them?

Oriana