Omega (Alpha & Omega #1)

{Chapter Twenty Six}

Cayson pulled me close, then lowered a hand onto my lower back, pushing it gently in a silent command to arch myself up for Keon.

Keon came up behind me and ran a hand over my hips, my outer thighs, and my inner thighs.

"Breathe," was the only warning he gave before I felt something hard press against me.

I immediately held my breath.

He laughed and slowly rocked the tip of his cock into me. "That's the opposite of what I asked for, love. Breathe."

Cayson tilted my head up and kissed me. The moment air escaped my lungs, I felt it. The fullness and the stretching, the pain and the odd burst of pleasure that came from it. When I thought he was all the way inside of me, he inched in more.

Jesus Christ.

I dug my nails into Cayson's flesh and he claimed my mouth again, his heavy breaths mixing with my panting as Keon slid the rest of the way in.

Keon hummed. "Are you okay, Phoenix?"

I couldn't speak. I could only move my body, and that was just barely. I pushed myself against him, moving his hips back, then moved forward so he slid out of me just the slightest bit.

"Fuck," he hissed, digging his fingers into my hips.

Then he moved, pushing himself into me and making me groan. I bit into Cayson's chest and he hissed, taking the pain as it came, much as I did.

Cayson slid a hand up my body to grasp one of my breasts, teasing it - teasing me. The hand still holding me up shook, but not with the effort of keeping me upright. I could see his erection under the towel. He was shaking because he was losing it, even though his face gave nothing away.

Keon reached around me and pulled me up so that my back was pressed against his chest. His hand wrapped around my throat as the other still grasped at my hip.

Cayson's eyes became fever bright, watching my reactions and hearing the noises that burst from my mouth. He slowly removed his towel and I groaned when he wrapped his hand around his erection, his eyes never once straying from my own.

"You sexy little thing," he murmured, barely loud enough to speak over my moans.

The feeling of Keon sliding in and out of me, paired with watching Cayson in front of me, was breaking me apart. I was only able to keep on my knees by sheer force of will and Keon's strong grip.

Suddenly, I was flipped around and was on my hands and knees facing Keon before I could even think. I breathed heavily, staring up at him through bleary eyes.

A hand ran over my backside and I buried my face in the sheets to stifle the noises. I'd never made such noises in my life, gasping, begging, and moaning much in a way I'd only ever heard about. They got me so close and always stopped before I came.

"What's wrong," Cayson cooed, running two fingers between my wet slit.

I arched into him, grasping the sheets so hard my knuckles turned white. I had drool coming out of my mouth and I couldn't bring myself to care.

"What do you want," Keon asked, running fingers through my hair and slowly bringing my head up so he could look at me. "Ah, I see. Do you want him to stop teasing you?"

Cayson's fingers kept tracing up and down my slick folds, slowly inching a finger inside of me as he passed my entrance, only to pull it back out. He rolled his fingers over my clit, pushing just the right amount, just enough to make me whimper.

He didn't stop teasing me. He continued to move those fingers over me, inside of me.

"Please," I begged.