10. AMIRI

Chapter ten

AMIRI

I've dreamt nearly every night of having this beauty beneath me, writhing and pleading for release. She's just as sweet and soft as I imagined, nearly pliant beneath my touch. Camila gives in so easily, differently than Sasha and the contrast is everything I need it to be. The sounds I'm drawing from her mouth make me greedy for more, especially when my fingers tighten around her neck and her body shudders with need.

That spring scent thickens, mixing with Sasha's tart citrus one. I cannot wait to be inside of this gorgeous woman. I hope she lets me.

When Lewis alerted me that there might be a problem in the back hallway, I didn't expect to find a drunk Alpha passed out on the floor. Nerves on edge, I rushed upstairs into the apartment but my Omega on his knees in front of our newest mate isn't what I imagined. Her legs spread like the best present and then Sasha invites me to taste? How could I refuse ?

And when the lingering uncertainty in her eyes changed to desire just before I kissed her, I knew she was ours. Hell, I've known she was ours the moment I laid eyes on her in that coffee shop.

Goddess, she's fucking perfect.

When I pull away, Camila chases my lips, her eyes half-lidded as she succumbs to the heady presence of our scents. First meetings between scent matches can be explosive and with Sasha nearing a heat, I bet Camila is feeling very out of control. Add in the fact that not all Betas have scent matches and she's probably confused as well.

Her hands slowly fall to her lap, releasing Sasha as her gaze darts between the both of us. Camila's full lips are bruised, her cheeks flush with heat and a tinge of embarrassment. She shifts uncomfortably before her gaze dips to her lap. She's hiding from us. I won't let that happen. Whenever Camila truly gives us the chance, I will undress her and praise every inch of her. When I'm done with her, she will know just how beautiful she is.

I move to my knees, keeping my gaze locked with hers to gauge her comfort level. I would have never guessed that Camila was more than the innocent preacher girl but it excites the carnal part of me that wants to take her apart. Slowly. Thoroughly. Forever.

Sasha stands and rounds the back of the chair, his arms sliding down over her shoulders, his hands softly cupping her tits through her dress. She arches into his touch, her lips parting in response as she follows my movements. Those expressive doe eyes are wide with curiosity as my hands land on her thighs. My fingers splay over her creamy skin in stark contrast with my dark olive tone.

Her breathing quickens when I slowly widen her thighs, her hands still awkwardly in her lap. Sasha kneads her tits, Camila torn between pleasure and uncertainty. And when she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, I pause my efforts. "Have you done this before, sweetheart?" My voice is rough with my own need to see this woman fall apart, my cock pressing against the seam of my jeans.

She wiggles between the two of us. "No…I…" Her face flushes a darker red. "I've done things. Just not-"

I frown, tilting my head to the side, confused how no one has given this goddess what she deserves. "No one has touched you here before, sweetheart?" I push an ounce of honey into my voice, trying not to scare her with my personal desires. Sasha is used to my rough voice and handling. I've only just been given this opportunity with Camila and I don't want to ruin it. "Sweetheart?" As much as I want to stuff my head between those thick thighs, I need her consent. I need her words. I need an enthusiastic, breathy, and strained yes from her.

Flicking my gaze up to Sasha, he pauses his assault on her chest so that I can get an answer from our goddess. "Sasha has," she whispers.

"Mmm, my Omega's good at that. Did he give you what you needed? Goddess, I bet you taste sweet as heaven." My Alpha purr starts up, rumbling through my chest as my instincts try to calm the Beta in front of me. My hands move farther north, my thumb trailing along the inside of her legs beneath her dress. "Camila, are you telling me that no one has tasted you? No one has shoved their tongue so far up your cunt that you see stars? No one has made you feel like you're the center of their world as they fill you and lick every last drop of your release?"

Her eyes widen impossibly further, her body starting to tremble as she searches for the right words. There's a whispered ‘no' and a slight shake of her head that breaks my heart.

"Do you want me to?"

Camila twists to look up at Sasha, almost for permission, not that she needs it. My Omega grins down at her, resuming his massage on her tits as he leans down to place a soft kiss to her lips. "You can have whatever you want, buttercup."

"Then yes," Camila says softly, her brown eyes boring into mine. "But I don't want you to be rough." Her expression flames with determination with those words. She knows what she wants. Unfortunately, her words make me realize that she probably suffered at another's hands, someone who was rough with her despite her wishes.

My expression sours as I realize I grabbed her neck during our kiss but she catches on, quickly shaking her head.

"You were gentle. I just don't want to be manhandled."

"Her ex got a little rough in the hallway," Sasha adds.

"Then it's a good thing I called security on him." We share a chuckle before the mood shifts to sensual again, my hands moving forward until my thumbs are pressing against the apex of her thighs. Camila is thoroughly soaked, her sweet scent thickening when I dip my head to level it with her legs. She wiggles beneath my touch, turning redder by the minute as I ruck up her dress. Camila stays my hands, embarrassment written all over her face.

My brows crease as I stare at the expanse of skin that has been revealed, my mouth watering at the sight. She lets out a little pained sigh, her fingers tightening around mine. "I didn't think I was going to… I didn't plan-"

"Hush, sweetheart. You're gorgeous. Don't let anyone tell you differently." The pale purple cotton panties covering her wide hips don't deter me in the slightest. I couldn't give a fuck if she wore lingerie or boxers. She will feel no different beneath me and I can't wait until I have her on all fours, her ass bouncing as I fuck her from behind.

"But-"

Sasha gently grips her chin, twisting it to look up at him. "No, you are beautiful and you are ours." He kisses her again, distracting her as I slide her panties down her legs, gasping at the sight before me. I spread her thighs again. Her scent is intoxicating. "Grab his hair, buttercup." Her elegant fingers slip into my curls at his suggestion. "There you go. If you need him to stop, just tug. Or say red. I'm going to kiss you now."

I take that as my cue, diving into her pussy like it's an exquisite meal. Her taste explodes on my tongue, my fingers gripping her thighs as her dress bunches between us. She's wriggling again but the shyness from a few moments before is gone. Her hips thrust to meet my tongue plunging into her sex, one of my hands moving of their own accord to reach up and wrap around her neck.

My firm touch has her settling even as her hips move to meet me with every thrust. And when I squeeze, I can feel her pussy do the same, trying to milk my tongue like it would a cock. Goddess, I can't wait to give her mine or watch Sasha fuck her until she's screaming a mixture of our names. There are so many unspeakable things I would love to do to this angel.

If she becomes ours, we will ruin her and I can't fucking wait.

When Camila falls apart, it's like being surrounded by a meadow of pomegranates and honey, her release coating my tongue. Sasha swallows her screams as her back bows off the lounge, her fingers tightening in my hair. I almost think she wants me to stop when she tugs me forward, still riding my tongue. I will gladly stay here until she pleads for me to stop.

"Give me another one, sweetheart," I murmur against her pussy. I begin alternating between licks and nips before adding two fingers to her drenched sex. I've been obsessed with this woman since I saw her at the café. After tonight? I'm not sure I'll be ready to let her go. Kolsen's scent appears behind me but I'm not done with this goddess yet, determined to drag another orgasm from her .

She deserves that much.

I'm going to have to fuck Sasha so hard tonight.

When Camila comes apart, screaming for the second time, I pull away to see happy tears glistening in her eyes. Kolsen approaches over my shoulder, gently lifting her chin for a kiss. She leans into it, her lids falling closed as we smother her with our scents and our desire. She's glowing between the three of us. I expected Camila Thomas to shy away from us.

I should have known better when she asked to kiss Kolsen earlier today.