Beautifully Broken Omega: A Dark Reverse Harem Omegaverse Romance, page 26
“Help me,” she pleads, her fingers fumbling with the fabric. “I can’t... it’s too hot.”
Griffin reaches for the hem of her shirt while Nolan supports her weight. “Easy, sweetheart,” Griffin murmurs. “We’ve got you.”
They work together to peel the navy fabric over her head, revealing her plain cotton bra underneath. Her skin is flushed pink and glistening with perspiration, and she immediately reaches behind herself to unclasp the bra.
“Too tight,” she gasps. “Everything’s too tight.”
Nolan helps her with the clasp, and the cotton falls away, baring her perfect breasts to our hungry gazes. She doesn’t stop there—her hands move to her pants, fumbling with the button and zipper.
“I need them off,” she whispers, her voice thick with need. “All of it. I’m burning up.”
Griffin drops to his knees to help with her pants while I steady her shoulders. Within moments, she’s completely naked, standing there flushed and trembling in our living room, her scent so rich and complex it makes my alpha instincts purr with satisfaction.
“Come on, let’s get you into the shower, sweetheart,” Griffin says gently, rising to his full height. “The cold water should bring your temperature down.”
She nods weakly and starts walking toward the bedroom on unsteady legs. We follow close behind, ready to catch her if she stumbles, and Christ—the view of her from behind makes my cock throb so hard it’s almost painful.
Her ass is absolutely perfect, completely bare now. Round and firm, just the right size for my hands, swaying slightly with each step in a way that’s completely unconscious but devastatingly sexy. I can’t stop staring, can’t stop imagining how it would feel to grip those curves while I’m buried deep inside her. The thought of tasting her there, of knotting her there eventually, makes my hands clench into fists.
Focus, Murphy. She needs help, not your perverted fantasies.
But fuck, it’s hard to think about anything else when her scent is this strong, when every instinct I possess is screaming at me to claim her, to ease her suffering in the most primal way possible.
Griffin moves ahead of us into the en suite bathroom, his movements precise and controlled as he starts the shower. The sound of water hitting marble fills the space, and he adjusts the temperature to something cooler than usual.
She turns toward the shower, then pauses at the threshold, looking back at us over her shoulder. Her naked body is flushed from head to toe, her nipples peaked, her thighs already showing traces of slick.
“Join me?” she asks, her voice small but hopeful.
“Of course, sweetheart,” I say, and the trust implicit in her request makes something warm and fierce bloom in my chest.
We undress quickly, efficiently, our movements sharp with barely contained need. When we step into the large shower enclosure, surrounding her with our bodies and our scents, she finally looks like she can breathe properly.
That’s when I notice the bruise forming on her cheek.
The sight of it sends fresh rage coursing through my veins—a dark purple mark in the perfect shape of Roman’s hand, marring her beautiful face. Griffin sees it at the same moment I do, his eyes going molten with fury before softening with gentle concern.
He cups her unmarked cheek with infinite tenderness, his thumb tracing along her jawline as he leans down to press the softest kiss to her lips. “I’m so sorry he hurt you,” he whispers against her mouth.
“It doesn’t matter now,” she breathes, her hands fisting in his hair to pull him closer. “You came for me. You saved me.”
Behind her, Nolan begins working shampoo through her dark hair with the patience of a man who’s never done anything more important. His massive hands are incredibly gentle, massaging her scalp with slow circles that make her eyes flutter closed in bliss.
I grab the soap and drop to my knees in front of her, starting with her feet and working my way up her calves with careful attention. Her skin is silk under my hands, warm and soft and perfect. When I reach her thighs, I can smell her arousal mixing with the clean scent of soap—sweet and musky and absolutely addictive.
My hands move higher, and she spreads her legs slightly to give me better access. When my soapy fingers finally reach her pussy, she’s so wet I can barely tell where her natural slick ends and the shower water begins.
“Jesus, love,” I breathe, my voice rough with want. “You’re dripping.”
She moans into Griffin’s mouth as he kisses her, her hips moving restlessly against my touch. I work the soap between her folds with careful strokes, cleaning her while trying not to lose my mind at how responsive she is.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” Griffin asks against her lips, his hands coming up to cup her breasts. “Is the shower helping cool you down?”
“A bit,” she gasps, her breathing still rapid and shallow. “But I... I need more.”
That’s all the permission I need. I slide two fingers inside her tight heat, groaning at how she grips me immediately. Her slick is flowing heavier now, coating my hand as I work her with slow, deliberate strokes.
“More,” she whispers, her head falling back against Nolan’s shoulder.
I lean forward and fasten my mouth over her clit, sucking the swollen bundle of nerves while my fingers pump in and out of her pussy. The taste of her floods my senses—sweet vanilla and jasmine with an underlying musk that’s purely her. I could do this for hours, could worship at the altar of her pleasure until she’s boneless and satisfied.
“That’s it,” Griffin murmurs, his mouth moving to her throat. “Let your alphas take care of you. Do you like having Declan’s tongue on you?”
“Yes,” she gasps, her hands tangling in my wet hair. “God, I love it so much. I need more.”
Nolan’s hands slide down from her hair to grip her hips, and I feel him drop to his knees behind her. “Spread your legs wider, sweetheart,” he rumbles against her ear. “Let me taste you too.”
She obeys without hesitation, widening her stance to give us both access. When Nolan’s tongue makes contact with her ass, she cries out so loudly it echoes off the shower walls.
“Do you like having both your alphas eating you at once?” Griffin asks, his voice rough with arousal as he watches us work.
“Yes,” she whispers, her voice breaking on the word. “I love it. I love all of you touching me everywhere.”
I continue working my fingers inside her pussy while my tongue circles her clit, and I can feel Nolan doing something similar behind her. The combination has her writhing between us, her moans growing higher and more desperate with each passing second.
“Shall I add a finger here, sweetheart?” Nolan asks, his voice muffled against her skin.
“God, yes,” she breathes without hesitation.
I feel her body tense as he slowly works one finger inside her, her pussy clenching around my fingers in response. “That’s it,” Nolan murmurs approvingly. “You’re opening up beautifully for me.”
I add a third finger to her pussy, then a fourth, marveling at how she stretches to accommodate me. “Fuck, sweet girl,” I groan against her clit. “You’re so ready for us.”
She can only moan in response, her body shaking with the intensity of the sensations we’re giving her. Griffin’s hands are everywhere—stroking her breasts, pinching her nipples, trailing along her ribs—while Nolan and I work her with increasing intensity.
“More,” she gasps, pushing back against Nolan’s hand. “Please, I need more.”
I watch, mesmerized, as Nolan slides in a second finger, then a third, stretching her with deliberate care. She opens around him like a blooming flower, taking him in with a hungry little whimper that makes my cock twitch painfully.
“Nolan,” she gasps, her voice trembling with need. “I… I need more. Need something bigger.”
He pulls his fingers free and stands slowly, his massive frame towering over all of us. His cock juts out from his body, thick and dark with arousal. He settles onto the built-in bench that runs along one wall of the shower, his legs spread wide.
“Come sit on it, sweet girl,” he rumbles, his voice rough with want. “Take what you need.”
I watch in amazement as she walks to him on shaky legs. Instead of straddling him facing forward, she turns around so her back is to his chest. Nolan’s hands find her hips immediately, guiding her into position.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmurs against her ear. “God, your pussy is dripping all over my cock.”
But then she reaches between her legs, angling his massive length lower, pressing the broad head against her tight little rim instead of her slick pussy. My breath catches. Griffin swears under his breath, instantly realizing what she’s asking for. Nolan goes rigid beneath her, his hands gripping her hips.
“Jesus, baby,” Nolan groans, his voice gone rough with shock and hunger. Then, just as she starts to sink down, he halts her with a firm grip. “Not like that. Hold up.” He grabs the bottle of lubricant from the ledge, squirting a generous amount into his hand. His big fingers stroke his cock, coating the thick shaft until it shines, then circle her clenched opening, spreading the slickness over her until she moans. “Now you’re ready for me,” he rasps.
Slowly, she begins to lower herself, taking his intimidating girth inch by careful inch.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe, unable to look away from the sight of her stretching around Nolan’s cock. “You’re taking him so well, sweetheart.”
Griffin and I are both fisting our hard cocks now, watching in fascination as our omega claims her alpha with breathtaking courage. Her face is a mask of concentration and pleasure, her lips parted as she breathes through the intense stretch.
“Fuck,” Nolan groans, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. “That’s it, sweetheart. Slowly. God, you’re so tight.”
“You’re so beautiful like this, sweetheart,” Griffin says, his voice rough with arousal.
When she’s finally seated completely on Nolan’s cock, she lets out a long, shuddering moan that goes straight to my balls. “That’s it, sweet girl,” Nolan rumbles. “Let us hear you.”
Griffin and I move closer, each of us taking one of her legs to spread her wider. From this angle, we can see everything—her pussy dripping with slick, Nolan’s thick cock buried completely in her, the way her legs shake.
“Nolan, please… fuck me.” she gasps, her head falling back against Nolan’s shoulder.
He obliges immediately, lifting her slightly before slamming her back down on his cock. The sound she makes is pure ecstasy, a scream of pleasure that makes my cock leak with pre-cum.
He continues the brutal pace until she’s coming apart in his arms, her orgasm ripping through her with such intensity that I can see her pussy clenching rhythmically around nothing.
“We’re not done yet,” Nolan says, his cock still buried deep in her ass. He takes her legs in his large hands, spreading her thighs wide to expose her dripping core to Griffin and me.
She looks up at Griffin with dazed, needy eyes. “Griff, please,” she whispers. “I need you too.”
And Christ, if that isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.
Chapter Forty
GRIFFIN
“Let’s move to the bedroom,” I say, my voice rough with barely contained need. The shower has helped cool her fever slightly, but I can see the heat still burning through her system, making her movements restless and desperate.
Nolan lifts her off his cock carefully, and she whimpers at the loss, her body already seeking to be filled again. The sound goes straight to my balls, making my cock throb with anticipation.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Nolan murmurs against her neck as he pulls her back against his chest, his massive arms wrapping around her protectively. “Soon enough we’ll be filling you up again.”
“You’ll feel fuller than you ever have,” Declan adds, taking her hand and pressing a gentle kiss to her palm.
Together we move to the bedroom, our bodies surrounding her like a protective shield. I lie down on the massive bed, my cock jutting proudly from my body as I reach for her.
“Come on, sweetheart,” I say, my voice thick with want. “Sit on my cock.”
Kit doesn’t hesitate. She straddles me immediately, her beautiful breasts bouncing as she positions herself over my length. Without any teasing or preparation, she sinks down on my cock fast and hard, taking me completely in one smooth motion.
She screams—a sound of pure ecstasy that makes my vision blur at the edges. I moan her name, my hands gripping her hips as I struggle for control.
“Jesus Christ, Kit,” I gasp, my breathing ragged. “Be careful or I’ll come in two seconds.”
But my warning seems to spur her on rather than slow her down. She starts moving on top of me with wild abandon, her hips rolling and grinding in ways that make stars explode behind my eyelids. The artificial heat has made her completely uninhibited, raw and primal in ways that drive me absolutely insane.
Declan moves closer, his hands finding her breasts as he captures her mouth in a hungry kiss. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs against her lips, his fingers finding her clit and circling the swollen bundle of nerves. “So fucking perfect, love.”
Nolan joins us on her other side, his large hands kneading the perfect curves of her ass with possessive touches. “I can’t wait to fuck you here again, sweetheart,” he rumbles against her neck, his voice thick with promise. “You felt incredible. How many fingers do you want?”
“One,” she whispers, her voice breaking as she continues grinding on my cock with desperate intensity.
Kit is like she’s possessed, the drug Roman injected making her completely out of control, wild with need. Her slick is gushing out of her, coating my cock and dripping onto my thighs in a way that makes me dizzy with want.
I can feel her pussy clench the moment Nolan’s finger breaches her tight ring, the dual stimulation making her walls flutter around my length.
“Fuck, you love being filled everywhere, don’t you, sweetheart?” I groan, my voice strained with the effort of holding back my release.
“Two, Nolan,” she gasps, her head thrown back in ecstasy. “Please, I need more.”
I feel the incredible tightness increase as Nolan adds another finger, stretching her carefully while she continues riding me with abandon. Her movements are becoming more frantic, more desperate.
“I’m burning up,” she cries, her voice breaking with need. “It hurts so bad. I need more. Please, I need all of you.”
She leans down suddenly, her breasts grazing my chest as she looks back at Nolan with wild desperation. “Please, Nolan, I need you too. I need your cock inside me. It hurts. I need to be completely filled.”
“Are you sure, sweetheart?” I ask, cupping her face gently despite the fire raging through my veins. “We don’t want to hurt you. Taking both of us—”
“I’m sure,” she interrupts, her voice fierce with determination. “It hurts so bad. Please.”
Nolan doesn’t need to be asked twice. He positions himself behind her, the thick head of his cock pressing against her entrance. I can feel him through the thin membrane separating us as he begins to push inside, and the sensation is indescribable.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” Declan whispers, stroking her hair as Nolan works his way inside inch by careful inch. “Tell us to stop anytime. We’ve got you.”
“Don’t stop,” she gasps, her nails digging into my chest. “I need all of you. Please, Nolan.”
I feel every inch as Nolan finally slides home completely, his massive length filling her tight opening while my cock stretches her pussy. The feeling of his cock pressing against mine through that thin wall of flesh is overwhelming.
She moans as Nolan bottoms out, her eyes closing in blissful surrender.
“Kit?” Declan asks urgently, concern cutting through his arousal. “Sweetheart, are you okay? How are you feeling?”
She opens her eyes and looks between Declan and me with wonder and awe. “I feel so full,” she whispers, her voice filled with amazement. “It feels incredible. Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”
Nolan and I begin to move inside her at the same time, our rhythm synchronized as we work together to drive her higher. She urges us on with desperate pleas.
“Harder,” she demands, her voice raw with need. “Please, I need it harder.”
Her gaze turns to Declan, and the hunger in her eyes makes my cock twitch inside her. “Declan…” she pants, hesitating for a second before whispering, “Can I… suck your cock? I need you inside me too.”
He moves to kneel beside her head immediately. She takes him into her mouth hungrily, sucking him with the same desperate need that’s driving her movements on Nolan and me.
The sight of her taking all three of us at once nearly makes me lose control completely. “How does it feel, sweetheart?” I manage to ask through gritted teeth. “With all your alphas filling you at once?”
“Amazing,” she whispers around Declan’s cock before taking him deeper. Her voice is muffled but the satisfaction in it is unmistakable.
She pulls off Declan just long enough to gasp, “I want to taste your cum. I want all my alphas to fill me at once.”
Then she’s sucking him greedily again, her throat working as she takes him deeper than should be possible. Declan’s head falls back with a groan as he loses himself in her mouth.
“I’m close,” Nolan grunts behind her, his movements becoming more erratic.
“Knot me,” she demands around Declan’s cock, her voice primal and desperate. “Claim me. I want to be filled with all of you, at the same time.”
Her words break something inside both Nolan and me. We grip her hips and fuck her harder, driving into her with abandon while she screams around Declan’s length. When Declan comes with a shout, filling her mouth with his release, she swallows every drop greedily.
