57. Amaya

57

AMAYA

I don't know what to focus on. It's all so fucking good. My attention is split between watching Vincent guide Oliver around my body with hunger, my beta's hot tongue that just keeps getting better and better by the moment, and the pleasure building in my core.

The brand new bond between me and Vince only serves to heighten the experience of my childhood best friend eating me out for the first time too. If I had a wet dream, this would be it.

Ripping through my body with mounting pleasure, my orgasm wins, galaxies bursting across my vision. All feeling narrows in on the heat shooting through my veins.

But it's not enough. Not when the stars fade and the pink haze of my omega careens to the surface demanding more. My toes dig into Oliver's pant leg, trying to tug them down while the rest of my body lays boneless and whimpering.

" More !" I plead, wiggling frantically while beads of sweat make me itch. Frustrated, I snarl at the one controlling my beta. "Alpha!"

My eyes snap open at Oliver's gasp of breath when he's ripped away from me. I watch, transfixed, as my alpha flips him onto his back beside me and barks at him to stay.

Mouth popped open and cock tenting his pants, Oliver watches Vincent stroke his cock. With a couple of strokes, my alpha's eyes begin to darken and zero in on my greedy pussy.

' Mine .'

Through the buzzing bond, affection soothes some of my pesky nerves at the same time his horniness makes my hips buck.

"Maya," Oliver whispers, drawing my attention. With what little awareness I have, I have to blink back tears, overwhelmed by the raw emotion I see reflected in his green eyes. Eyes that match the color of the sheets beneath him. They travel from studying my face to the fresh bite on my neck. I don't see jealousy in his gaze, just admiration and longing.

I sniffle, and instead of hiding from him, I tuck my hand in his. Fighting the urge to be mad about his fully clothed body, I take a moment to feel the joy I've been ignoring since he came back into my life.

My mouth opens, his name coming out on a breath of love but turns into a bellow of sheer fucking pleasure when Vincent's cock slams into my g-spot. "OLI!"

"Holy fuck," Oli swears, attention snapping down to where my alpha bottoms out in me over and over again, rocking my fucking world so hard I leave the planet. All that's left of me is a needy little omega, hell bent on stealing as much cum from her bonded mate as possible and maybe, just a little, making her beta jealous enough to get back on his knees.

' Beta will worship. Beta will earn.'

Sounds like a great fucking plan to me.