Page 13 of Bend Me Over

Damn it. I want to see the taste of me on his boyfriend’s lips.

Whoever these men are, I’m not disappointed they chose me for the night. Only one orgasm in, and I’m ready for another.

“Tell me, Little Omega.” The man who ate me out speaks, his hands gliding up and down my spine. “Do you like to be taken by two Alphas at the same time?”

“Yes,” I pant out, excitement rushing through me.

“Would you like it if I fuck this pretty soaked pussy while my boyfriend took that sweet mouth?”

I shiver at the visual that fills my mind. “God yes.”

The man in front of me crouches. I lift my head to look up at him, but I can’t get my head high enough to see anything past his tattooed chest. “Tell me, Little One,” he growls in my ear, making me shiver. “Can you smell how turned on we are for you?”

My head falls back on the head rest, shoulders slumping. This is the part I hate. A lot of the time when I tell an Alpha I’m on Alpha blockers and I can’t smell them, they get turned off. They don’t like the idea of them being able to smell me, but not the other way around.

I do it to protect myself. I don’t need the scents around me to keep me from being able to do my job. If I could afford blockers that mask my scent as well, I would. But I’m also not risking my body's health more than it needs to be.

Plus, I love having the Alphas here be able to smell me, to go wild for my perfume and slick. It makes me feel desired.

“No.” I reluctantly admit. “Sorry.”

There’s a pause and for a moment I think they’re going to leave when I feel the brush of something blunt against my opening.

“That’s okay,” the one behind me says. “We can smell you. And we’re infatuated.”

“But we want to be honest before we go any further,” the guy in front of me says.

Honest? About what?

“O-okay?”

There's another pause, and it drives me crazy. What is going on?

“I need you to trust us on this, because you can’t smell otherwise to see for yourself,” the one behind me says.

“Trust you?” I whisper.

“We’re your scent matches, Little One. Your Alphas.”

This time it’s my turn to pause. “W-what?”

“I know it’s a lot to take in, but we know without a doubt it’s true. We can smell you, Little One. You’re ours.”

My heart starts to race, my mind spinning. Is this for real? No. They’re fucking with me.

Maybe this is some kind of roleplay thing?

That's got to be it. They want me to play into their little game. To be their Omega for the night.

I could tell them to go away, that I’m not into it.

But honestly, it sends a thrill through me.

What would it be like to be someone's Omega? Not just one Alpha, but two.

To be shared by them, used by them, owned by them.

I’m unable to keep the moan from slipping past my lips.