Fated to the Alpha's Sons: An Omegas Rise to Fame
Chapter 98: Feel Other Things.

Chapter 98: Feel Other Things.

Troy and Theo had brought seats with them, so they sat on either sides of her head, holding her hand in place as Tristan got to work.

Satisfied with her position, Tristan parted her legs wide before raising them and planting her bare feet on the cold desk, letting his finger play with her anklet as he admired it.

"You have gorgeous feet, Princess." He commented softly, raising her feet to his mouth, pecking and grazing the softest parts with his teeth, causing her toes to curl in response.

From her position, looking at him was pretty difficult but she managed to do so, lone tears dropping from either sides of her eyes as electricity triggered from his actions bolted through her.

"Tristan." She called breathlessly, subconsciously drawing back her leg, but he held it firmly, his look dark and intimidating.

"If you pull back again, I’m going to tie you up." He threatened, relishing the flash of fear in her eyes, which was now replaced by something deeper that shocked him.

Anticipation.

She looked scared for a second, but it was quickly replaced by anticipation. The thought of being tied up didn’t scare her at all and now his heart couldn’t help but burn with anticipation as well.

He knew she hadn’t checked out BDSM like they told her to, but knowing she already liked it before knowing it gave him a renewed sense of hope.

They weren’t going to lose her, or scare her away; at least not yet.

"You like being tied up, don’t you, Princess?" He asked kissing his way down her right leg to her thigh, sucking and nibbling when he gkt there.

"You’ve got a lot of flesh, Princess." He commented again, doing the same thing on her left.

His actions grew abit rougher by the second. With her legs parted, the smell of her arousal wasn’t just fogging the air but their senses, Tristan more than others due to his proximity.

He kissed her innermost thighs with so much care, knowing how sensitive that area can be, but that didn’t stop him from nibbling on it softly.

Bethany couldn’t help but buck her hips against his face while trying to keep her head up so she could watch him.

"Relax, Princess." He cooed against her pussy, his hot breath fanning it through her hot soaked lace panties, she couldn’t help but wish he was going to rip off as soon as possible.

Tristan stood back straight, tugging on her dress that was bunched around her waist, but it wasn’t moving.

"Forgive me, Princess." He said, holding her eyes with his as he tore it apart easily and swiftly like it was made of paper, dropping the shreds on the floor behind him, leaving her completely naked, save for the thin lace panties that strapped her pelvis.

He just looked down at it as a sorry excuse of protection standing between him and his final destination before looking up at her as if seeking for permission to rip it off.

She let out a small chuckle, nodding in response and in a second her pretty panties were torn away.

He leaned forward again, towering over her like a scientist standing over a rat he’s been waiting to experiment on. His moist warm lips closed around her nipples, sucking on it intently with his eyes closed causing delicious moans to leak through her lips as she arched, giving him better access.

He leaned in closer, using one hand to hold him up on the table, while the other fondled her other breast, pinching quite hard on her nipple, his senses alert as he listened for an indicator of how much pain she could take.

Instead of a grunt, he received a deep throaty moan from her as she let her back fall back on the table, raising her pelvis instead to grind on his own.

He mirrored her actions with a smug smirk on his lips before holding her waist down on the table, restraining her. Her moans suddenly cut off by his action.

"Patience, Princess." He cooed with in a low revarbating tone, leaning forward to lick the side of her neck. "Good things come to those who wait."

She stared speechlessly at him, her chest heaving as she tried to calm her nerves, frustration slowly taking over.

Who would have thought Tristan was such a tease? She asked in her mind.

’Its always the quiet ones.’ Maria chimed, frustration and hints of annoyance dripping from her words.

She was pulled back from her reverie by the feeling of soft deep kisses on her arm. She turned her head sideways to see Theo and Troy, kissing and nibbling on her arm as they made their way to her trunk.

Their kisses sent chill bolts of electricity through her, causing her head to become fuzzy. She didn’t think her arms were that sensitive.

At the same time, they kissed and nibbled on the soft area behind her elbow, letting their teeth graze the sensitive area, causing her to subconsciously pull her arms back, an array of moans escaping her lips as her eyebrows furrowed but they held them down tightly, sucking down harder on the area, creating more than enough current to get to her nether region, causing her to buck her hips, desperate for a release.

Tristan pinched on her nipples with his hands while his face and lips were dangerously close to her hot pot. He licked on her silky well shaven labia, sucking one of the lobes and biting it lightly.

"Tristan," She moaned breathlessly as the wave of pain that coursed through her from his bite was quickly replaced with a bigger one of pleasure.

"Yes, Princess." He responded, releasing the lobe from between his teeth, sucking in the second one.

He sucked on it for a while, long enough to give her the illusion that he wasn’t going to bite then took it between his teeth, biting down on it, harder than he did the other.

She immediately bucked her hip into his face, despite the pain she was feeling, a soft scream escaped her lips as her eyes balls rolled back, her eyelids twitching continuously, pleasure overwhelming the pain.

Tristan couldn’t help but chuckle at her response, sucking on it softly to ease the pain, even though he doubted she was actually feeling any.

He let the lobe go, fanning hot air on them so they could heal faster. His eyes went to his brothers as he informed them that he was going for the dive. They nodded in understanding, getting up on their feet, beyond ready to take things to the next step.

She didn’t miss the pause in their actions. It didn’t scare her; it made her anxious. Her lower abdomen coiled with anticipation.

They’d said they wanted her to feel other things, she was already feeling so much, how much more could they give?

Since she was laying vertically in the horizontal table, not every part of her body could be on the table, so Tristan pushed her backwards so that her ass was on the table very close to the edge, but her head to the upper part of her back hung on the other side of the table.

She hadn’t wanted to open her eyes the whole time due to the bright light,but since her head was practically hanging, she opened it, her lips parting widely in shock.

Just beside her face where Troy and Theo’s cocks straining terribly through their pants as they stood beside her head, both of their hands fondling each of her boobs.

Before she could blink, she felt Tristan’s tongue run along her slit, lapping up all of her juices before letting his lips close around her clitoris, sucking down hard on it, slowly.

She let out a very throaty shaky moan as the result of his actions shook through her, the pressure in her abdomen becoming worse by the second, curling and twisting.

"Jesus, Tristan!" She half shouted as she felt his teeth graze her fucking sensitive bud, over and over again, sending her into space.

Bethany was a moaning mess now. The pressure in her abdomen was building steadily, mass after mass, getting ready to burst. Her moans were loud as fuck, humming the perfect kind of tunes in the ears of her mates, causing their actions to become even more intense by the second.

Troy and Theo didn’t disappoint in their parts either. They latched onto her tits, like elders to oxygen, sucking life out of her nipples, while the tugged on her hair since they noticed she liked having it pulled.

The pressure in her abdomen was in increasing faster than ever and she was so close to the ledge, but knew they weren’t going to let her cum anytime soon, so she did the only thing that came to her mind.

She raised snaked her both hands to be above her head, dangerously close to Theo and Troy’s cocks with much difficulty but she didn’t care, she really couldn’t afford to care at the moment.

With great difficulty in concentrating, she finally found their cocks startling them as she rubbed on her palm softly on them, and without giving them any respite, she gripped them.