Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(110)

She was confident where I was nervous. I knew how to kiss, for fuck's sake—I'd been doing it since I was twelve—but it was more important than ever to get it right, and the knowledge made me clumsy.

"You're such a shit," Chance said on a sigh, and for some reason the insult relaxed me.

I stroked my tongue against Faith's and ran my hand up under her shirt, arching her back into my chest. I recalled the sound she'd made for King as he'd sucked on her nipple and earned it for myself as I did the same to the tip of her tongue before moving back to her lips, over to her jaw.

"Give me your bite, Ghost," Faith whispered in my ear as I nibbled on her jaw.

"But be gentler with her," Chance added. "Fucking hurt like a bitch."

"It can hurt, I don't mind," she murmured.

I sat up and she peeled out of the shirt. I paused at the picture of her, at ease in her nest, a nearly healed circle of teeth marks around her left breast, hair rumpled around her head. She'd seemed scrawny and starved when we'd found her in the van, but all the slopes and curves of her belly, breasts, and thighs were on display now, lush and blushing the longer I gazed down.

And between her thighs, she was shining.

"Slick," I said, grinning as I stared down.

"Your turn to taste," she said, stretching provocatively.

I groaned. I was half-hard, neglected after her earlier study, but as I shifted down onto my belly, face hovering in front of those dark pink lips, the hooded folds wet and glossy, my cock bucked in protest against the mattress. Every breath drew her perfume in, my head growing hazy. Why was I here? What was the plan? None of it mattered except getting my mouth on—

Faith gasped as I wrapped my lips around her, and I joined her in her moan as I tongued her sex, burrowing eagerly deeper into her, wanting to drown myself in that flavor, needing it to coat my mouth and beard and lungs and nose.

Chance's laugh was in my ear, cutting through the fog, and then his hand ran warmly down my back. Hungry growls and purrs and sloppy, obscenely wet noises joined his laugh and her breathy, high gasps.

"Guess we know where messy works best," Chance said. "Keep him busy, birdy. I have a plan."

My scalp ached as Faith gripped my hair, her hips bucking into my mouth. I worked my tongue inside of her and purred as she fucked my face, shameless and noisy and sweet, her flavor running onto my tongue and down my throat.

Okay. So this was the omega thing. I wanted to tell Rider and Skid what absolute bitches they would turn into if they ever were lucky enough to fuck an omega, except they didn't deserve to know what this felt like.

When a familiar probing touch appeared at my ass, I moaned into Faith, resurfacing for air.

"You've got her close," Chance said, and I blinked and found Faith wild-eyed and blushing from forehead to tit. Her sex was swollen and flushed red, probably from my beard, and she was humping the air, begging for my return. "Make her come when you bite her."

I nodded, diving back down, slurping and licking and groaning as she immediately started to clasp tightly around the two fingers I’d thrust into her. I kissed her clit as she humped her hips into my hand, licked a circle around it, and then pulled away, panting as Chance coated my ass in cold lube.

"Gently," he reminded.

I wanted to extend the moment selfishly, have Faith coming on my tongue and riding my face for hours, but Chance was urgent in the bond, determined, and I needed to prove how good I'd be for them. I kissed her thigh in the same spot I'd bitten Chance, pumping my fingers in Faith, sucking at the skin like I was trying to make one of Chance's hickey marks. She was whimpering and riding my hand, her fingers slipping in my hair like she was losing her grip. That was good. I needed to hurry.

I opened my mouth, wrapping my teeth around her flesh, and Faith keened, a sudden gush and spray of release wetting my hand. And then Chance's fingers were pushing forcefully into my ass. My jaw tightened on reflex, teeth digging briefly before tearing. I growled into my bite, forcing myself to hold still as Chance stretched my ass and Faith whined.

She was lighter than Chance somehow, and there was so much happening at once, it took me a moment to really feel the bond. I shuddered as it floated in. God, she was sweet, silky in my chest, tangling around me like ropes and tightening with a possessive promise. It was a grip I'd run from in the past, a woman clutching onto me, but I'd given Faith the access myself, permanent and deep, and I surrendered into it now with something like relief. She was mine and I was hers, and there was no changing that now, no running.

And then they found each other. We shouted together, lightning and satin tangling, drawing tighter. The bond was suddenly flooded with heat, and…

Oh, god.

Love.

I moaned, teeth unlatching, mouth circling the wound, nursing it hungrily as they met between me, drawing me into the emotions that were meant to be for each other. I squeezed my eyes shut, but it couldn't block out the intense happiness, the eager connection. Mine. Not for me. It didn't matter. Tears pricked in my eyes and then there were hands in my hair, rubbing down my back, comfort from the pair of them. Comfort I probably didn't deserve, but which swarmed me with the affection all the same.

"I can't breathe," I hissed, pulling away from the wound.

"Shh, yes you can, come here," Chance said, pulling me up onto my knees. It just pushed his fingers deeper in my ass, and my cock dribbled in excitement as Chance wrapped his free arm around my chest. "Relax," he said, but the soothing touch in the bond came from Faith. Her cheeks were red, brow sweaty, and she smiled up at us.