Fated to the Alpha's Sons: An Omegas Rise to Fame
Chapter 23: Night With The Boys IV

Chapter 23: Night With The Boys IV

Troy lay on his stomach, in between her legs, licking sucking and biting on her thighs, completely avoiding her lower lips, making her buck her hips uncontrollably in hunger and anticipation.

He’d lick and suck from her knee to the top of her coochie and stop there, making her whine in frustration, and go up to her navel, lick on it, suck on it and graze it with his teeth, making a bee line to her pussy but stopping at the surface, leaving her a twitching mess beneath him.

After repeating the cycle for a while, he left her legs open and went to the small refrigerator they had placed at a corner of her room, taking out something he was so sure she was going to enjoy.

A large icecube.

Getting to where she lay, he assumed his former position but on his knees, his hands on both sides of her torso. Bethany just stared up at him with hungry eyes, anticipation glinting in them.

Putting the icecube in his mouth, he looked up to his brothers, giving them the signal.

Nodding in response, he bent.

He placed a tip of the ice cube on her left nipple, before covering it and the nipple up with his lips so it could rest completely on it.

Due to the sudden change of temperature and extremely foreign feeling, she arched.

She arched so high subconsciously, she almost threw him off, releasing very melodious throaty moans, that almost brought the boys to the cliff.

Troy couldn’t help but grind his monster on her as he repeated the same action to her right boob, sucking on it harder than the last one, and groaning heavily when he felt the wave of pleasure flow through him due to the pressure.

She shivered at the feeling of his cock on her thigh, her pussy clenching in excitement.

Letting the nipple pop out of his mouth, he traced the tip of the ice cube, from the bottom of her sternum to her navel.

The feeling of the ice on her navel made her release another heavy throaty moan, her toes curling in pleasure.

She could feel pressure build in her lower abdomen, her intestines coiling and tingling with lust.

He went lower at a torturously slow pace, making her twist in frustration but she was quickly held down by Theo and Tristan who had latched on her tits again, but not kissing her anymore.

They wanted to hear her moan their names and they wanted to enjoy it.

By the time he got to the top of her pussy her arched her pelvis, shoving it in his face, her eyes hooded in frustration, lust, pleasure and anticipation.

"Not so fast now, princess." Tristan whispered, as Troy held her hips in place. "If you go too fast, you wouldn’t enjoy it." His voice was deep,velvety and sultry and did absolutely nothing but wrecked more havoc to her situation.

Not exactly knowing how to hold back, she just shut her eyes and let her body take control, letting herself drift into bliss.

"No, no, baby." Theo said, biting on her nipple. "You can’t let go now, a little more time, and then you give in. Is that alright?" He asked, sucking on the soft spot behind her ear .

"Yes." She whispered.

"Good girl."

Nodding to Troy, he went back to her now sore tits, while Troy carried on his duties.

He bent again, placing the ice on the top of her pussy, moving lower at a really slow pace. Bethany couldn’t help but feel her pussy clench and unclench again and again.

When he finally got there, she groaned loud, arching her back, causing her pelvis to dig further into the mattress.

He grinded the icecube on her clit, humming to give a vibrating tease.

"Troy." She moaned out loud, her toes curling and clenching in pleasure, the pressure in her lower abdomen was pulsing, she was getting there.

Gauging her reactions, he realized she was getting really close so he added more pressure. He grinded harder on her clit with the cube, humming even louder than before, causing her to grip Theo and Tristan on her sides, her nails digging into their skin, but it wss like they couldn’t feel it.

Tristan, kissed below her chin and ear, sucking deeply, while Theo sucked on one boob, using his other hand to kneed, twist and pinch the other.

"I’m cumming." She voiced, sounding out of breath.

"Yes, baby. Cum on his lips." Tristan’s velvet voice urged in her ears and that did the trick. She came heavily, arching high and riding vigorously on his face, like her life depended on it.

And the boys, they didn’t disappoint.

They carried on their jobs with more and more intensity, matching her rabid energy, determined to make her orgasm as groundbreaking as possible.

Her body just had to acknowledge who owned it now.

They stopped as she slowly came down from her high, knowing she’d be extremely sensitive when she was down completely.

By the time, she was down, she finally felt the weight of her body and eye lids that threatened to shut permanently for the night.

Turning to her boys, she smiled faintly and purely. No lingering embarrassments or regrets.

"Thank you." She voiced, it was very low, but they heard, and nodded.

"Go to sleep, honey. We’d take care of you." Tristan said, caressing her forehead.

"Okay." She whispered and she was out like light, the boys sighing in relief.

"That was..." Troy started but couldn’t find the exact word to finish, so Theo helped.

"The best we’ve ever done." He said, smiling warmly, his gaze on Beth as he ran his hand slowly on her arm.

"And the best receiver ever." Tristan chimed, longing in his gaze, as he studied her sleeping face. "We really did good. And I’ve never felt this satisfied after giving."

"Like!!" Troy concurred. "The entire time, I completely forgot we were masters."

"And that she wasn’t our slave or submissive." Theo said.

"She’s had us whipped. Not like I mind." Tristan said chuckling. " C’mon let’s clean her and this place up." He said, gathering her clothes and folding them.

Theo left to prepare a bath, while Troy went to sort out clothes.

They were so fluid with everything, without the slightest hint of hesitation.

But yeah, they’d waited for this their entire life.