Take Me

My body responded before I could form the words, my slick now flowing freely. It was as if some deeper instinct knew what needed to be done and was preparing me for what was about to happen. “Yes,” I whispered before unwrapping my blankets.

It was suddenly way too warm and I needed to be naked. It only made sense.

Their eyes fell on me, and the flaring of their nostrils made my slick flow harder. That slight, almost imperceptible reaction was all it took.

“Bond with me,” I murmured, my voice low and almost shaking with the force of my sudden need. “Make me yours.”

I reached out, hungry for them. Craving their touch, wanting their bodies beneath my hands. Desperate to have their cocks inside me.

They peeled away their clothes without saying a word. We didn’t need to talk our way through this part. They were just as driven by their primal needs as I was. In moments, Parris and Garret joined me in my nest and made a Jaide sandwich, one of them on either side of me.

I looked up at Elliot and held my breath. Was he going to join in? The slight shake of his head told me he understood what was going through my mind. “This is strictly a Synian-Omega thing. But I’ll guide you through it.”

His gaze fell on Parris and then Garret. “Like before, there can’t be any drinking. You can bite, you can feed from the blood on her skin, but you can’t suck harder to drink.”

“Are you sure you’ll be able to do that?” I asked, even as my slick began to coat my inner thighs.

If this kept up, I’d be in a heat in no time. I wanted to make sure we were all on the same page before the heat hit, and I lost all sense of everything else.

“You’re worth it. This is worth it.” Garret’s hand slid down my back, leaving fire in its wake that only intensified when he cupped my ass. “Already so slick,” he murmured before dipping his fingers between my cheeks. I pressed down on him, hungry for more.

“We’ll never do anything to hurt you,” Parris vowed, taking my chin in his hand and turning my face to his.

The backs of his fingers trailed over my jaw. I sighed and leaned into his touch. It made me think of warm honey rolling over my skin. I almost wanted to take a lick and see if I tasted sweeter.

But why would I do that when it would be so much nicer to lick one of my Synians, instead?

So I did, my tongue sliding over Parris’s inner wrist. “Mmm…” I moaned, eyes closing. “Even that tastes good.”

“My cock tastes better, doesn’t it?” Parris asked.

“Yes,” I breathed.

And I wanted it more than anything, ever.

Elliot cleared his throat. “Easy. Take it easy. If she ends up in a frenzy, this could fall apart quickly.”

Garret’s fingers, meanwhile, teased my throbbing folds.

“Tell him that,” I gasped, but I ground against him anyway.

The Omega in me couldn’t be denied even with Elliot’s warnings. He didn’t know how it felt to be unable to control your reaction to your Alphas.

Parris knelt before me, aiming himself at my face. I licked my lips in anticipation while he stroked my hair with his free hand.

“My Omega,” he whispered, and even the tenderness in those words went straight to my pussy and made me moan with need.

“Get on your knees.” Garret’s hands were cool against my flushed skin as he positioned me on all fours with my ass in his face.

Air hit my asshole and made it pucker, but I relaxed when Garret’s tongue swirled around it in a sensual circle.

“Yes…fuck me with your tongue…” I was losing control, and I loved it. I wanted to be lost, to forget everything going on in favor of feeling.

Touching.

Coming.

I needed my Alphas like I had never needed anything before. I pushed my ass against Garret, and he groaned, which elicited an incoherent cry from me. More, more! I needed more. It would never be enough.