Kiara’s orgasm is instantaneous, her body tensing before she screams out once more. Crew grinds his hips against her as he moans, following her over the edge once more.
Davis stills as Crew releases his teeth from Kiara, running his tongue over the mark.
“Bite me, Kiki. Make me yours.”
Kiara doesn’t hesitate, lifting her upper body and biting into his chest—just over his heart. Crew comes again, which apparently sets Kiara off again.
That’s the thing about bonding marks—they always guarantee an orgasm every time.
As they both come down, Kiara leans back and licks at her mark on Crew before collapsing onto her back. “I can feel you.”
“This is fucking amazing,” Crew agrees before glancing over his shoulder at Davis. His teeth pull back in a snarl. “Fuck me. Mark me. Make me yours.”
Davis grasps Crew’s shoulders and pulls him away from Kiara a bit before doing just what our omega demands, fucking him hard and fast. When Crew comes again, painting Kiara in his cum, Davis clamps his teeth down on the back of his neck and marks him.
It sends Crew spiraling from one orgasm into another, and I’m more than a little amazed at how much cum he’s covering Kiara in.
He grabs Davis’s hand, bringing it to his lips and biting his wrist.
They both come before collapsing forward onto Kiara.
I’m almost afraid Crew’s passed out before he struggles between them, trying to get free. “Off. Alphas. Need your knots.”
“And we’ve lost him,” Kiara laughs. “Mason and Alexander, you’re up.”
Hell, yes, we are.
It’s time to make this omega ours.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Kiara
Mason and Alexander growl as Crew taunts them, and I pull away from my mate. Both Davis and I move to the edge of the nest.
“Probably best if we don’t get in the middle of that,” he says conversationally. “Pretty sure they just went into a rut.”
“There’s one way to confirm that. Mason? Alexander? Are you still with us?” The only response I get is growls as they pounce on Crew. “It would seem you are correct.”
Davis sighs. “Why don’t we go shower and let them have this time for themselves? If one of them snaps at either of us, they’re going to feel like shit when their ruts are over.”
Glancing down at my cum-covered body, I laugh. “I could definitely do with a good hosing off.”
“Yeah, you could. Or a good licking.” He waggles his eyebrows at me, and I’m not sure if he’s serious or not.
“Do you want to lick me clean?”
He considers me for a moment before shaking his head. “Maybe if it had just happened, but it’s probably already drying.”
He’s not wrong, so I allow him to haul me out of the nest, and we head into the en suite. While I’d been helping Crew set up his nest, I’d also stocked the bathroom.
Davis moves straight to the shower and turns it on, testing the temperature as the water heats. I grab a couple of washcloths and towels, setting the latter on the counter beside the shower before climbing inside.
Davis takes the offered washcloth as he joins me, and I can’t help checking him out as we both wash off. He was an athlete in high school, so he’s always been in shape, but he’s bulked up since then. He has the body of a man now, and I’m here for it.
“See something you like?” he asks.
“You know I do.” I blow him a kiss. “But we’re not doing anything in the shower. When we have sex, we’re bonding—and the shower isn’t exactly a romantic spot.”