Page 11 of Shattered Omega: Part Three

“I was,” I lied. “I swear.” He must be wondering why his omega was so immature that she was focused on her alphas fighting instead of sorting out the issues from—my thoughts cut off as Dusk easily tugged my panties down and pressed a finger into me.

Oh.

Okay. Maybe not.

Heat shot through my veins, and I saw the scrap halt from the corner of my now limited vision.

“You’re soaked, Gem,” he breathed. “Does it make you wet, seeing them fight over you?”

I bit my lip, groaning again as he pressed in a second finger.

“Tell me.” His command grabbed me as I felt him move behind me.

“Yes,” I said with a desperate sound. He adjusted again, and then I felt his tip at my entrance. He drove into me without warning, his other hand on my hip so he could control his pace.

Umbra and Ransom froze mid-struggle, pupils blown, all attention fixed on me.

They both lurched toward us at the same moment. Umbra attempted to shove Ransom out of his way to be met with a defiant growl and a retaliatory body check that sent him staggering to the floor—pretty impressive given Umbra’s size. But Umbra managed to grab Ransom by the ankle and send him sprawling before he could reach us.

“Fight as hard as you can to get to them,” Dusk breathed in my ear.

I blinked, one wild second passing as I processed the demand, and then I threw my weight away from him with all of my strength.

Dusk’s grip became punishing and he released my hair, instead grabbing my hips in both hands and driving into me hard.

I moaned, grabbing at the sheets, low panting coming from my chest. I fell into the command easily, struggling against him with all my might, blood scorching my veins as he slammed in again and another strangled whine rose in my chest.

The hormones in the air shifted palpably from frantic to downright primal in a split second flat.

Ransom let out a snarl from where he was pinned by Umbra—who had frozen, too, eyes back on me. I heard Dusk’s breath of a laugh behind me as he dragged me and the sheets I had seized backward as he impaled me on his cock again.

The sounds I was making were frantic, blood pounded in my ears, and the pheromones in the room sent me barrelling toward the most intense orgasm of my life.

In a fluid motion, Dusk repositioned us both, so he was laying back against a stack of pillows. He dragged me back over his length with ease, leaving me facing the others while I straddled him. I grabbed at his wrists, fighting him, right as Umbra managed to shove himself free of Ransom’s hold and finally came crashing onto the bed before us.

Dusk’s grip tightened at my waist as Umbra drew up before us. His eyes were so inky with lust there was barely a fleck of sandstorm left in them—he was made of nothing but pure and feral, alpha.

His touch clamped around my waist possessively, gaze roaming my body as if trying to work out what he was seeing. Dusk rocked into me, his knot teasing my entrance. I bit my lip, one hand releasing his wrists and reaching for Umbra. I whined as my fingers tangled in his hair, asking for… I didn’t know what. I just needed him.

The room was a swamp of primal lust as Ransom barrelled onto the bed at Umbra’s side, eyes darting between me, Dusk, and Umbra, and the hold they had on me. The auras had vanished at some point down the line.

Umbra tried to pry Dusk’s hands away, but Dusk growled and I moaned as I felt his knot press against me again, and my grip became vicious in Umbra’s hair as I stared at him in need.

I needed him. I needed all of them.

I let out another breathless sound, trying to drag him closer, my teeth grazing the scars along his chest.

“You want us, Gem?”

I could barely form a comprehensible word as I nodded. I needed them claiming me here, right now.

I shivered on the edge of an orgasm, and Dusk hadn’t moved enough to push me over the edge.

The drag of my teeth against his skin flipped a switch and next thing I knew he’d released my waist, pinning Dusk against the bed by his neck.

I thought he would try to pull me away again, but he didn’t. He lifted my T-shirt up, tugging it off and pausing only a moment to stare across my body. Dusk adjusted below me, settling deep into my core, holding me firm against him. Ransom shifted, hooking my arms behind my back and dragging me down. Between Dusk’s grip that remained on my hips, and Ransom, I was arched back, trapped over Dusk’s cock while exposed fully to Umbra.

I whined again as I fought them, sanity draining in the face of a fierce and heady lust.

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