Chapter 6

Chapter Six

H arper

Daxton towers above me, the jet of his pupils so wide I can no longer see the brown of his eyes. He looks possessed. I’m not sure a man has ever looked at me with such undeniable lust before and it’s so hot I feel like I might melt onto the counter or self-combust into flames.

Death by eye fuck – it wouldn’t be a bad way to go.

Keeping one finger inside me, I suck the forefinger of my other hand, making it nice and wet with my spit and then I circle my clit. Slowly, knowing all three alphas are watching the movement of that finger like it’s a conductor’s baton and they are musicians.

“You have a pretty little clit, Harper,” Owen says, “a sweet little nub I’d like to kiss and suck between my lips.”

And that may be the hottest thing any man has ever said to me, too. Unlike Daxton’s stupid assumptions, I’m no virgin. I’ve had boyfriends. I’ve had sexual encounters. They’ve all been with betas, boys my own age with about as much experience as me. It’s been all right but nothing special.

I’ve been pining for an alpha. Pining for a knot. Pining for an encounter like this.

“Let her do it herself first,” Daxton says, “then you can eat her out as much as you like.”

A moan escapes my mouth and Owen winks at me, making me a promise I will be ensuring he keeps.

I lock my eyes on the three alphas as I make myself come – something, let’s be honest, I’ve done countless times. However, it’s never been this hot. I’ve never had the scents of alphas in my nostrils. I’ve never had three pieces of art in the living breathing flesh to gaze on. And I’ve never had their panted breaths loud in my ears.

I rub at my clit until the tension builds in my core, my cheeks heat and the orgasm sails through my body. I’m used to smothering the noise I make when I come, not wanting anyone else to hear what I’m doing. Tonight, I don’t hold back. I let all the noises flow from my mouth and it seems to do something to those alphas, a wildness taking over their eyes.

“Fuck,” Owen says, shaking his head, “that was so insanely hot.”

I lie, panting, on the cold marble of the counter.

“Your turn now,” I say, drawing my fingers out of my pussy, slick running down my hand.

Owen flicks his eyes to Daxton as if he’s still waiting for my step-brother to stop this, to put an end to it. But we’ve gone too far now. There’s no turning back.

Daxton doesn’t say a thing, simply stands aside and lets Owen take his place in front of me. Owen’s eyes stray all over me and then he snatches up my messy hand and glides his tongue all over my fingers like he’s licking out an ice cream. As he does, he groans, eyes rolling around in their sockets.

“That’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted,” he says.

I huff with annoyance. “Your mouth is in the wrong place, Alpha,” I snipe.

His eyes widen and then he chuckles. “Shit, Daxton, your little sister really is a brat.”

I’m not, not usually anyway. I’m not entirely sure what’s possessed me – the spirit of one horny-assed omega? But I can’t help myself. I like acting this way. I like teasing them.

“Step-sister,” I remind him.

“Where exactly do you want his mouth?” Daxton asks me, all stern looks.

“If he doesn’t know, maybe we shouldn’t be doing this.” I go to shift off the counter, but Owen’s hands land on my thighs, pinning me open and then he’s bending down and gliding his tongue right the way over me, ending at my clit and giving me a hard flick. My recent orgasm has left me sensitive and tingly and the contact has me jolting with electricity.

“He knows what he’s doing,” Wyatt reassures me, eyes flicking between my face and what Owen is now doing to my pussy.

The man’s tongue … the man’s tongue … How the hell is he doing that? Fast, slow, soft, hard, caressing and flicking, circling and stroking. He seems to be able to do it all. And without a sign of tiring.

A few of my ex-boyfriends had attempted to go down on me. One said he felt like he was drowning in slick and refused to do it again. The other only seemed to have one move – aggressive – and I’d never asked him to do it again.

Owen seems to be lapping up my slick like it’s actually some exotic, priceless dish and, though he likes to flick me hard, making me buck, he also likes to drag his tongue achingly slow around my clit, hardly touching me at all.

Soon, I’m in a frenzy on the counter, actually losing my mind, the tension in my body so intense I can’t breathe.

When I come, I scream, actually scream, so loudly I’m surprised every window in the house doesn’t smash. I bury my fingers tightly in his hair.

The orgasm seems to go on for minutes and minutes, pulsating around my body, and I ride it like it’s a bucking bronco, absolutely exhausted by the time I flop back down on the counter.

Owen lumbers to his feet, licking his lips this time with a self-satisfied smirk – one he has most definitely earned.

“Okay,” I admit, “you know what you’re doing.”

“Two orgasms already,” Wyatt says. “She’s greedy.”

I can’t argue with that, I think as I lie on the counter, boneless and limp.

Boneless and limp and also not fully satisfied. I peer towards the three alphas. They have something I want. Something I’ve never had before. Something I’ve craved like crazy riding out the three heats I’ve encountered so far. Something I’ve lain in bed fantasizing about every night.

A knot.

Three knots.

It’s one thing messing around with your step-brother’s friends though. Jerking each other off. Putting on a bit of a show.

But to sleep with them? To let them knot me? That is crossing another line entirely.

However, any misgivings still lingering in my mind vanish the moment Owen slides down the zipper of his pants and frees his cock, gripping it, hard like steel, in his hand, and I get my first up close and personal view of a real-life knot.

Yeah, I want that. I want it badly.

He glides his fist down his shaft and up again, and I imagine exactly how that would feel inside.

Big.

It would feel damn big. The man is enormous.

And yet, I don’t feel nervous. I’m an omega. I was built to take a cock like that.

I lick my lips in an entirely brattish – and completely out of character – manner.

Who am I?

“So,” Owen says, first looking at me, then Wyatt and finally Daxton. “Are we doing this? Are we going to fuck?”

Daxton’s gaze fixes on his friend for several seconds, then strays to me.

“Yeah,” he says. “We’re going to do this.”

It’s seven days until our parents return. I’m going to take full advantage of their absence. I don’t care about the consequences. This might be the best sex I have in my life, ever, and I’m not going to miss it!