Page 63 of Briar
Chapter
Twelve
BRIAR
The powerof ending someone's life, a person who doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as anyone else, is fucking soul consuming.
It’s the ultimate dopamine fix.
I’m flying high with the knowledge that Willow and Jude also enjoy the same fucked up fun that Atlas and I do, to the point that I feel giddy with excitement.
I’m soaked, my slick coating my inner thighs, and it's making a mess of my jeans right now. I don’t care. The only thing I care about is being able to touch Willow and Jude, to kiss them, fuck them, make them moan with pleasure. I’ve been hoping they’ll want me back, and from the looks of things, they do.
I want their orgasms. I’ve been a good omega and damn it, I want them. They’re mine.
I’ve never had a three way kiss before, but the way Atlas’ and Jude’s tongues move against mine has my blood boiling and my pussy clenching. I’ve never experienced anything hotter than this.
Panting heavily, I pull back, chest heaving as I look up at Jude. His face mirrors mine, the moonlight shining brightly over us, illuminating his flushed face and wild eyes.
Atlas turns to me, his gaze heavy with heat and need as he grabs the hem of my shirt. Pulling it over my head, he kisses me again before he drops to his knees to undo my jeans.
My breathing picks up as I stare down at him with need, anticipation killing me.
“May I?” Willow’s voice has me gasping, her warm breath against the back of my neck, her fingers brushing against my bra strap. Goosebumps raise over my skin wherever she touches, and I whimper with the knowledge that this is my first step forward towards my future.
I want to live in the moment, see where this goes.
“Yes,” I breathe out, nodding.
My eyes want to take everything in, and as Willow removes my bra, I glance over at Jude. He’s watching us, his cock in his hand as he slowly strokes it, eyes drinking me in as our alphas strip me bare.
It’s a warm summer night, but as soon as my bra falls free, my nipples harden into stiff peaks as they’re now exposed to the air.
Atlas helps me out of my jeans before tugging down my panties.
He gets to his feet and takes a step back, his eyes slowly drinking us in. He’s got this feral, hungry look in his eyes, like he loves what he sees right now.
Willow moves to stand by Atlas, leaving just the two of us. “Look at them,” Atlas growls. “Have you ever seen such a mouthwatering sight?”
“Never,” she rasps, her husky voice making me shiver. “Jude, make our pretty little omega feel good.”
“With pleasure,” he groans. Jude steps in front of me, gripping my chin. “Mind if I touch you, Little One?”
“You can do whatever you want to me,” I breathe out.
He chuckles as he leans down, his lips pressing against mine. I part my lips, my mouth opening to let his tongue slip in and over mine.
I whimper as he groans, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me closer. I can feel his hard, thick cock against my stomach, trapped between us, precum spilling down over his shaft and making a mess on my skin.
It has me clenching my thighs together as my slick gushes free.
“I need you,” Jude rasps against my lips before kissing me again. I kiss him roughly, mind spinning in the best way.
“Then take me,” I say in a rush, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I’m yours.”
He lets out this needy groan before gripping my thighs and lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, my hands tangling in his hair. Grinding against him, I rub my soaked pussy against his throbbing cock, rutting against him like a cat in heat.
He feels so good against me, his taste is addicting. I could get lost in his touch, his kisses for days. Between the murder and kissing Jude and my alphas, I feel as if I’m flying.
