Page 52 of The Omega Verse

It's my turn to freeze, because next to living permanently in Cass’ wet pussy, my obsession is getting my lips around Tom’s big cock. So, I run the tip of my stick down over the massive contours of his chest, skimming his eight-pack, and coming to rest over his zipper. There’s no missing the enormous boner straining under the denim and I give the fat head a gentle tap. “Like you said, don’t waste it.”

He smirks, but doesn’t try to set the beast free, so I turn back to Cass. She’s a wriggling, sloppy mess, and I purr as I run the stick back over her mound. “Mind if I put the tip in?” I ask with a flirty wink and twin spots of colour explode in her cheeks.

“Yes,” she breathes, then sets her bare feet on my thighs. “I want you to put it in.”

Well, fuck me. I’m tempted to toss the fucking stick and put it in for real, but I hold myself back, pressing my lips to her knee. It trembles, but not as much as when I slip between her folds, the stick sinking in a couple of inches. I give it a gentle swirl, then pull back and do it again. Edging closer, I use my other hand to peel open her pussy, angling the stick to brush against her clit. She moans at the contact, but not as much as when I give it a quick tap.

“You like that, sugar?”

I don’t really need to ask since her back is arched, her breath coming in ragged pants. I do it again, tapping harder, a teasing riff that has her squirming for more. I speed it up, then sink it gently into her channel, swirling against her walls. I keep mixing my moves until her hips are waving in my face.

“Fuck, Cass,” I murmur and toss Tom the stick like it’s a melting ice cream cone. Falling forward, I dive in, my lips and tongue chasing the slick that’s pouring from her pussy. It’s so sweet I stick my nose in, too, soaking up that addictive scent. I work her like a starving man, licking and sucking her aching nub until her knees are shaking and my face is a sticky mess. When I pull back, the sight of her wrecked pussy is enough to pump pre-cum into my jeans. “Can I put more than the tip in now?”

It's practically a whine, but she just grabs my zipper and tugs. We tear at it together until I’m groaning in relief, my cock slapping my belly in a frantic beat. She wraps her hand around the shaft and I yell, so turned on I have to grab my balls and squeeze. But then she’s steering my cock towards her entrance and I take a frantic moment to look at her mate.

“Tip and shaft,” he says in an ominous rumble. “If Cass wants your knot, she’ll tell you.”

I groan, wondering why the hell it’s so hot that he’s setting the limits. No one’s told me what to do with my junk since I was in primary school, but when Tom’s big hand comes down on my spine, I arch like a lovesick cat.

And he keeps it there while I sink into his mate, Cass’s pussy already fluttering around me. It’s tight, slick perfection and I bite my lip so I don’t blow early and embarrass myself. “You’re such a good girl,” I croon, running my tongue over her panting lips, my piercing stroking her velvet mouth. “Sharing all your pretty slick with me.”

She whimpers and I rock into her, keeping my strokes long and slow. But she squeezes my hips, wrapping her legs tight. I drill harder, sweat dripping from my hair to her silky tank. I push it up and latch onto her bra, my teeth nibbling at her big, juicy nipples. The beanbag slips and I pull her onto the rug, eating up every moan as she arches and shudders. My fingers find her slippery nub and I pinch it. She squeals and digs her head into the carpet, but it’s the next words out of her mouth that drag me right to the edge. “I want his knot, Tom! Can I have his knot?”

I shudder, looking at her mate with desperate eyes. He’s so close I can smell his arousal, the thick alpha pheromones that used to annoy the shit out of me. But coming off Tom Bush, it’s all sexy bonfire smoke, and I drag a big old gulp into my lungs. “Please. Tom,” I beg, not giving two fucks that he’s calling the shots. “I’ll be careful. And you can coach me the whole time.”

I don’t miss the way that gets his juices flowing, his hand tightening on my spine. “Then take it slow. You’ve got a nice thick knot growing there.” I look down at the lump with a swell of pride. Fucking awesome. Tom Bush likes my knot. “She’s ready for you, but you still need to ease it in. Try rolling your hips. It’ll catch on one side, but if you nudge it gently, it should pop through.”

Cass mewls, and I know she’s loving the step-by-step as much as I am. I brace my arms and try to follow his lead, working my hips under the direction of his hand. The pressure is unreal; like having my shaft squeezed by a velvet vice. But I’m also drooling at the sensation of Tom’s fingers, skimming my hips and tapping my arse as he nudges me around. And when I finally plant my knot, his hands slide to my shoulder, guiding me down for a victory kiss.

I worship Cass’ mouth as her pussy starts to milks me, my knot throbbing with my own release. When it comes, it hits me like a tsunami and I spurt so hard my eyes roll back. I can feel my spine quaking under Tom’s hand, and I’m pretty sure he’s all that’s holding me off his mate.

But then Cass palms my cheek and our gazes lock. Fuck, she’s so beautiful. Those sky-soft eyes with their sad little edges. Sometimes it feels like I’m drowning when I look at her, but then she smiles, and I’m doing fucking loop-di-loops.

“Silva,” she whispers, her voice a hungry rasp I feel in my toes. “I want you. Not just now, but always.”

Damn, I like the sound of that. But it takes me a moment to realise what she means. Why her neck is arched, and I’m staring at the soft skin next to Tom’s big-arse bite.

“Cass…”

She wants to mate me?

“Jesus, sugar. Tom?”

I look at him, desperate for direction, but he shakes his head. “This is Cass’ decision. I’m cool with it, but it’s her say.”

I gulp and look down at her, those loop-di-loop eyes burning into my soul. “Silva, I’m crazy about you. You make me so happy, even when my heart is hurting. But if you want to wait…”

“I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. Let me bond you, baby.” I tap my chest, right over my heart, not caring if I sound like a sappy bastard right now. “I want to keep you in here, always.”

My sugar addiction.

The best person I know, who wants to fix my raggedy fingers and feed me until I burst. Who is kind and sweet, even when she’s hurting. Who didn’t have a fucking clue who I was, but still treated me like I mattered. Like it makes no difference if I’m a beta or an alpha with a big, thick knot. To her, I’m just Silva, and she’s my sugar. And now I’m going to make her my mate.

“Give me your heart, Cass.”

I bite her next to Tom’s mark – and maybe a little below – and groan at the taste of pure sweetness on my tongue. And as the bond settles between us, she opens up to me wider than the sky. There are a few cloudy bits - dark smudges on her soul that I instantly want to soothe away. But I know that she’s seeing me just as deeply, because tears prick her eyes as she pushes up for a soft, healing kiss.

“Welcome to the pack,” Tom says in a pleased rumble. “It’s an honour to have you, Silva Sterling.”

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