Page 138 of Run Wild Omega

“Dylan,” she breathes, reaching across the mattress.

I move closer, leaning over the edge of the bed. Her fingers wrap around my cock, her palm gliding over the head in a slow slide.

“Just like that,” I manage, my free hand gripping the mattress.

Her hand pumps in time with her rolling hips. Watching Wyatt fill her from below while her fingers work me is torture. I watch her hips drop again and again, the wet sound of skin colliding filling the room, mixing with the heavy scent of heat and arousal.

Miles shifts higher, his hip pressing into her shoulder. He leans over her face, every trace of his usual composure burned away. Without a word, he gathers a warm drop of spit on his tongue and lets it fall straight into her open mouth. Tess swallows it down with a whimpering gasp, her lips parting wider as she turns her head and takes his length deep into her throat.

Miles lets out a wrecked noise. His hand tangles in her hair—guiding her, holding her steady—as his hips twitch against her lips. Her cheeks hollow, her tongue swirling over his head with a rhythm that makes my own pulse throb against her palm.

“Fuck, Tess,” Miles rasps, his head falling back as his hips roll into her mouth.

She’s riding Wyatt, taking Miles into her throat, and stroking me all at once, completely surrendered to her pack.

Wyatt’s hands grip her waist, interrupting her rhythm. His jaw is locked, the cords in his neck standing out. He’s right on the edge, forcing himself not to lock his knot inside her entrance so I can have my turn.

“I’m pulling out,” Wyatt grunts, his voice raw with the effort of stopping himself. “I’m not knotting yet.”

He grips her shoulders and pushes her back onto the bed, unseating her from his shaft. Tess hits the pillows with a breathy cry, her cast sprawling across the sheets. Wyatt stands over her, his cock flushed and dripping with her slick. He strokes himself twice over her lower abdomen and comes with a low shout, hot pulses covering her stomach and pooling in the dip of her navel.

Wyatt uses both palms to smear his release across her skin, massaging it into her flesh, working her slick, her sweat, and his come together over her hips, up her ribs, and across the swell of her breasts until she glistens in the dim light.

Before she can recover, I move in. I drop to my knees at the foot of the bed, gripping her thighs and pulling her to the edge. I bury my face between her legs, my tongue flat and broad as I lick her from her entrance up to her clit. I take her slick, her sweat, and the traces of Wyatt’s release straight off her skin. Tess screams, her back bowing off the mattress, her fingers clutching my hair as I work her with relentless, sweeping licks, keeping her pleasure at a fever pitch.

“Oh, fuck. Watching you eat her out is so fucking hot,” Miles growls.

I lift my head to look at him.

He thrusts his cock harder into her mouth. The gagging sound she makes travels all the way down to my balls.

“Are you going to come?” Wyatt asks through gritted teeth. I’m not even sure who he’s asking, but I think the answer is still yes.

Miles’s control breaks completely. His fingers tighten in her hair, pinning her head to the mattress. His hips drive him hard into her throat, a curse tearing from him as he comes deep in her mouth.

Tess swallows through the surge, taking every drop, her tongue working him clean as he shudders above her. When he pulls back, he leaves a trail of wet kisses along her cheek, dragging his lips down to her collarbone to lick away the sweat pooling at her neck.

I press on my cock, willing myself not to come.

Wyatt rises from the bed, his chest heaving. He leans over her, sealing his mouth over hers in a deep kiss. She moans against his lips.

I step up between her thighs, completely done waiting.

She’s a ruined mess—covered in sweat, slick, and release, her hair matted to her temples, her chest rising and falling in ragged gasps. I drag my tip through the heat pooling at her entrance, painting myself in her scent, then lean down to lick a trail of sweat off her hip before sliding my shaft through her heat. She jerks against the mattress, her fingers clawing into my forearms.

“Dylan, please,” she begs, her voice wrecked. “Fuck me.”

I push forward, sinking into her.

She opens completely, hot and tight, her walls rippling and clenching around me as I seat myself to the hilt. I drop my forehead to hers, breathing hard, taking in the scent of her skin.

“You feel incredible,” I groan. “Tess, fuck.”

“Faster,” she whimpers, her hips lifting to meet mine. “Fuck me harder.”

I pull back and thrust. The heat has stripped away every hesitation. I take her the way biology demands, every stroke heavy and possessive, pressing her into the mattress with the full weight of my body.

Miles moves to her right, his hand sliding down her stomach through Wyatt’s come. His fingers find her clit, flicking with precision, matching his circles to the exact moment my hips hit hers. At the same time, Wyatt pins her hands above her head, his mouth sealing over hers again, his tongue swirling against hers in a slow drag.