Omega's Truth - Nora Phoenix Page 0,33
am is arousing to you. Just make me feel that, make me feel you.”
“God, kitten, everything you do and all of who you are turns me on, both physically and emotionally.” The little growl sent shivers down Sando’s spine.
“Show me.”
And Lucan, sweet, kind Lucan, who’d always been so gentle with Sando, let loose. He guided his cock back into Sando’s body, then filled him all over again in one violent, deep thrust that forced the breath right out of his lungs. Lucan shuddered as he withdrew and slammed in, sending sparks of pleasure all through Sando’s channel, radiating outward through his body. He barely had time to process it when Lucan did it again and again, and then he really went to town, and Sando clung to him with a white-knuckled grip to hang on to the onslaught.
His ass was on fire, his cock throbbing, and his balls so loaded they felt like they would explode. Lucan changed his angle slightly and hit him full on, on what had to be his prostate, and fireworks went off. Sando screamed, full out screamed, and his orgasm barreled into him. He shuddered, rocking against that cock that still slammed inside him with hard, deep, perfectly aimed thrusts while his own cock spurted out his load all over himself and Lucan.
He’d thought he’d crash now, but his body kept seeking more, greedily and demanding. How could he want more when he’d not even caught his breath from coming? Lucan’s lips were peeled now, his head thrown back as he was more wolf than man, taking Sando like he’d never even dreamed of. Violent. Raw. Primitive. Perfect.
Lucan stiffened, all his muscles tensing, then jackrabbited inside Sando with uncoordinated jerks. Deep inside his channel, something happened, and Sando screamed all over again. Pure bliss exploded inside him not in his cock or balls but where Lucan’s cock was, buried as deep as he could while he came, filling Sando up with his hot seed. His insides clenched, and that pleasure flowed outward. He trembled uncontrollably as his whole body was electrified with the sheer ecstasy of it. What was that?
Lucan rolled them over and tenderly cradled Sando as they both lay panting. Sando had to gather his wits before he could even form a sentence. “That second…release, what was that?”
“What did it feel like?” Maz had stretched out right next to him and was caressing Sando’s back with slow, tender strokes.
“Like…like an orgasm but inside me?”
“An anal orgasm. Not everyone has them, but most omegas do, and apparently, they feel exquisite.”
An anal orgasm. He’d never even heard of it. “Exquisite doesn’t even cover it. It’s like…like magic, going off inside you. Like someone presses a button and sends all this energy, these sparks of pleasure just through your…your ass. Your hole. Inside you.”
“And by someone pressing a button, you meant me,” Lucan said, and Sando giggled at the pride that dripped from his voice.
“Yes, Lucan, you. I declare you the king of pressing magical buttons.”
He almost managed to keep his face straight, but near the end, he burst out in a giggle again. Maz’s hand on his back traveled to his side, tickling him, and Sando squeaked.
“King of magic buttons?” Maz said. “How can you declare him king when I haven’t even had a chance to compete yet?”
Lucan slapped his hand off Sando’s side. “You had your chance when he had his heat and you were knotting him. If that didn’t make him experience an anal orgasm, you don’t deserve to be crowned king.”
Sando was in stitches by now, shaking with laughter as he was still on top of Lucan. “You guys are so silly!”
Lucan and Maz both looked at him with big grins. “I love hearing you laugh, kitten,” Maz said. “You’re always beautiful, but never more than when you’re this joyful and carefree.”
Lucan grew serious. “I vow we’ll spend the rest of our lives making you happy.”
Sando’s heart flew high. How could it not at those words? For a few minutes, he lay on top of Lucan, utterly sated and happy and blissful. How had he gotten this lucky to find these men? Could he really be this happy forever? Could he trust that they’d never grow tired of him? Or that he’d never stop liking them himself. It wasn’t all on them. He liked them so much, but was that enough?
Or did he love them? Was that big, warm feeling inside him love? How could he tell the difference? Things got even