29-Getaway

~Daphne’s Point of View~

Things got pretty blurry after our dance but then we were in a limo by ourselves, his shirt was off and his fingers were between my legs and inside me as we kissed. I practically rode his hand, absolutely greedy with his touch, wet from his kisses and high on him. This was the same rush I felt with Christian, just an absolute pure blinding flood of sensory overload. Of not being able to get enough.

I’d had a brief chat with Grace about it, she said it's how Omegas are programmed and all that. She said if I’d let them, the triplets would be more than happy to better explain it all to me. But really, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear it all. The fact that if I left them my body would have withdrawals. It was already hooked.

“Hmm,” I moaned, as I felt the car stop.

But he didn’t stop, not for a second. Our kisses grew sloppy, too greedy as our lips broke. His mouth moved to the tops of my breasts and I bounced on his lap, desperately wishing his dick was pleasur