Page 72 of The Omega Verse

I purr as I step closer to her, watching the dimple wink in her cheek. I’m used to compliments about my looks – every half-attractive omega has heard them all before they’re out of their teens – but when Cass looks at me like this, with blatant yearning etched across her face, all I want to do is find my way back to the old River. The one with muscles, and glowing skin, and the stamina to fuck for days on end.

Not that I won’t give it my all right now.

Which drops me to my knees, my hungry lips nuzzling her belly. I heard her call it her sugar lump, because she thinks she eats too many of her delectable pastries. But I love that she’s the opposite of me, with my hard hollows and jagged edges. And right now, I’m purring at the feel of her soft little pouch under my tongue. Why do girls want to give up their curves when they smell like home and taste like a vanilla cloud?

I slowly drift lower, nuzzling past her dark curls and slipping two fingers into her tight channel. I open her to my mouth, stroking her clit with my thumb as I lick into her warmth. Damn, but she tastes so good – a combination of her own sweet flavour and the musk of her mates - that I have to force myself to pull away.

“Are you sore?” I stare up at her, captivated by the blush on her cheeks. “Did you take Kobi’s big knot last night, sweetheart?”

She bites her lip, her eyes dancing with a wicked sparkle. “Yep. I rode him in the back of his truck. And it was so tight, I think he nearly passed out.”

“Bad girl,” I purr in a voice that means exactly the opposite. I worked out during her heat how much she loves to be praised, and she lights up now, her arousal thickening in the air. “I bet you drove that big alpha crazy with this pretty pussy.”

She drops her head back, canting her hips. I lick my way back into her heat, gently playing her little nub until she’s rocking and groaning. I keep my thrusts quite shallow, because I can imagine the stretch she took from Kobi’s knot. Instead, I focus on driving her crazy with little licks and sucks, my thumb working her into a steady climb.

I sense the moment Kobi steps into the room, and my dick throbs even harder as I hear the purr rattle out of his chest. But for his mate, it’s the perfect stimulation, and she comes so hard on my tongue I can feel her clit retreat under its hood. I drink down her release, then rise to my feet and gather her limp body in my arms.

She rests her head against Steven’s mating mark as she turns to look at Kobi. “Was I too noisy?”

He grunts and steps up closer to the screen. “Hell, no. You should know after last night there’s no such thing.”

I can feel her smile against my chest. “Good, because we’re not finished.”

Before I know what’s happening, she’s sliding down my body and kneeling at my feet, her sweet mouth inches from my dick. “You don’t have to…”

But she’s already swallowing me down and I grab the wall behind me to steady myself. As her tongue licks down the length of my shaft, I look at Kobi with stunned eyes.

“Jesus,” he mutters, stepping right up to the screen and gripping the top of the glass. “You need me to leave, River?”

I wind my hand through his mate’s hair and groan as she starts sucking on my crown. “I like you watching, alpha.”

He swallows so hard I can see his throat bob. “Then don’t hold back, omega. I want to see you come down her pretty throat.”

Even with all the steam swirling in the room, I can see him reaching down to stroke himself. He’s in grey sleep shorts, the band lowered just enough for his thick cock to breach the top. It looks so dirty, his hand rough and calloused on his length, and I groan again as Cass sucks me deeper. When her nails dig into my thighs, it’s the perfect bite of pain. Kobi gives a throaty chuckle as my eyes roll back in my head. “Her throat’s so warm and smooth, right? Like silk around your hungry cock.”

I slam a hand against the wall as pleasure spikes down my spine. Fuck me. My head is swirling with the lethal combination of two brand-new mates who can’t get enough of each other. Cass is feeding off Kobi, her little moans vibrating against my throbbing crown every time I sink into her throat.

“I’m gonna come soon, sweetheart,” I slur, my thighs seizing as my balls pull tight under her caresses.

“Give it to her, brother,” Kobi pants, his arm a blur as he strokes himself off. “Fill her up with your sweet omega cum.”

I’m lost as I follow his throaty command, shooting hard enough to make the room quiver around me. I’m vaguely aware of Kobi reaching through the water to grip the back of my neck, holding me up as my knees threaten to buckle. I lean into his support, making a mental note to work on my stamina. But I’ve got enough energy left to watch Cass open her mouth to take Kobi’s load on her tongue. As he starts to spurt, I realise she didn’t swallow earlier, and his cum is mingling with my release.

Holy shit. “That’s so damn hot, sweetheart,” I tell her as she finally drinks us both down, and Kobi gives a rumble of agreement.

Screw the crappy water pressure. I want every morning to start exactly like this, too.

When Cass heads out the door a half hour later, Kobi and I are both on her heels. It’s not lost on any of us how exhausted Cass looks as she tries to juggle the demands of the bakery and… well, us. I know that Tom’s also concerned she’s been avoiding her apartment. The cops have done their part and they’re now waiting on an update of what’s missing. I’m not sure if it’s the trauma of the break-in or the shock of Steven giving her a house, but Cass is clearly hesitant about going back.

The sun is still a distant promise as we enter the bakery. I grew up on the other side of the country, so sunrise was my favourite time of day until I experienced an LA sunset. But I think the view from this coastline has it beat, and it definitely boasts a more laid-back lifestyle that speaks to my soul.

But could I make this my forever home?

I know the moment is coming when Jett will ask me what’s next for The Sundowners. We’ve met with Hoover and the guys from the record label; heard all the pros and cons of another tour, another album. Clearly, people want us to stay together, so we’ve discussed taking Silva on full-time and trying to revive Cory and Rick’s interest in the band. They’ve both got feelers out for other projects, and I’m not sure Jett would be all that sad to see them go. I think he’s resigned to the fact that the band he and Steven started in their teens is gone, and maybe any other version just doesn’t measure up in his mind.

But I leave Steven’s ghost lurking in the back of my mind as Cass introduces us to Dusty, one of her bakery employees. He’s a sassy-looking omega with blue-black hair, sparkling hazel eyes, and an edgy vibe that spells mischief. But right now, he’s gaping at us like a fish out of water.

“Grace. Ryder.” They’re the only two words I can make out as he gasps for air, and Cass pats him on the back. “You. Are. My. Idol. Boss.”

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