Page 81 of The Omega Verse

I can feel his concern for me like a hot little ache in our bond. “Don’t worry about me, Kobi. It’s never nice being told you don’t measure up, but luckily, their opinions are irrelevant. I am who I am, and I like myself.” I dig my toe into his thigh and give him a flirty look. “Plus, I have a bunch of hot guys for mates, so I must be doing something right.”

“More than somethin’,” he murmurs, grabbing the tray and coming around the bed. He sits next to me with his back against the headboard and lifts the silver cloches to reveal a fragrant chicken curry with jasmine rice. “Let’s eat. I’m fucking starving.”

I grin as we take our bowls and eat. About halfway through, he leans his head back and sighs. “People have been telling me to change the way I look since my teens. To be more like the twins, as if that’d even be physically possible.”

“Arseholes,” River grumbles again, reaching across me to lay his hand on Kobi’s chest. “The thing they don’t realise, bones are not cuddly.” He looks down at himself with a disparaging look. “And some of us want a little extra to hold on to. We want softness and curves, because it’s warm and generous. We need that. Especially when we’re so hollow inside, sometimes we feel like we’ll blow right away.”

Kobi and I exchange a glance. River’s physique has been whittled away by grief. He’s started eating more lately, and there’s a healthy sparkle in his eyes, but we both know he’s not just talking about being hollow because he’s lost weight. Losing Steven meant his bond with his alpha was also taken from him, and for an omega, that can be devastating.

“Darlin’, you even want grounding, you just tell me,” Kobi says in his sweet rumble. “I can be that alpha for you.”

“Thanks, Kobi. Jett’s offered too, but a platonic bond would probably just hurt more.”

I bite my lip to hide my smile, while Kobi rubs his beard. “Yeah, I get that. Bonding you without knotting you would be like one of Cass’ cakes without the frosting. And when I look at you, River, I have a real craving for frosting.”

River’s eyes go wide, but then he chuckles, his peachy scent perfuming the air. “Well, maybe we could see how things go. Have a taste, see if we still want to indulge in a little more.”

I think he’s just speaking hypothetically until he sets his bowl aside, and Kobi grabs ours without hesitation. They exchange a long, heated look and I hold my breath, because River and Kobi together would probably make my eyeballs melt. Not to mention that if anyone could help heal River’s heart, it would be our soulful Southern man.

But they both turn my way and start to unwrap me, River pulling off my hoodie, while Kobi takes care of my jeans. It’s pure luck I’m wearing pretty underwear, since I didn’t really expect to get changed on a plane. But then River’s gazing into my eyes, his fingers stroking my jaw as his other hand comes around to cup my breast.

“This is what I want, sweetheart.” I look down to watch his beautiful hand – lean and sculpted, like the rest of him – slide under my bra and grip my flesh like it’s a prize.

“It’s definitely a mouth-watering handful,” Kobi purrs, and a zing of pure need travels down my spine and flares in my pussy. He runs his hand over my other breast and I arch under their touch, making them both groan.

River turns my face his way and dips his tongue into my mouth. He licks me open, then swirls around my nipple until it’s bathed in his sweetness. “I want heavy breasts, swollen and begging for my mouth.” I shudder as those long, elegant fingers pluck at my aching points. “Do you know how badly I want to suck them? How good they feel when they roll on my tongue? I watch Silva play with your nipples and my cock starts leaking. You walk around the kitchen in a sleep shirt and I want to rip it off and take a bite. You soap them up in the shower, all pink and wet, and I’m a drooling mess. Everything about your body makes me hungry, Cass.”

“Please,” I gasp, watching them play me like a needy instrument. “I need you both.”

“Then tell us we can feast on your perfect body, Cass.”

“Fuck. Yes. Anything…”

I barely get the last word out, because River is slithering down between my thighs while Kobi is taking my breast into his mouth. I feel the brush of teeth, velvet tongues, fingers gripping tight enough to make me ache. Kobi cups my flesh like it’s decadent fruit, and then sucks it down, stuffing it in his mouth. His beard rasps across my sensitive breast, all the while rolling and pinching my other nipple. “Watch us, sweetheart,” he grunts against my skin. “Watch how hungry you make us.”

I watch, hooded-eyed and panting as he feasts on my left breast and tortures the right. But then he swaps and my nipples throb, plucked and bitten to juicy points.

“Now for dessert,” River smirks, licking his way down my belly. His long fingers peel me open, swirling in my heat. “So wet for us,” he hums, a finger pressing inside and rubbing against my walls. “You like Kobi mouth-fucking your sweet breasts, don’t you, Cass?”

Oh, my God. My thighs are shaking, watching them both. River gives me a wicked grin and then he’s crouching over me, sucking on my clit. Kobi presses a big hand against my belly and then he’s leaning down too, his face right by River’s as he pushes a thick finger inside me. He pulls it free to taste me, then slides it under me to swirl across my puckered hole. It’s like it’s their mission to wreck me, and they don’t stop even when my thighs shake and my hips buck, my fingers gripping the bedsheets as pleasure twists my spine.

And then River tilts his head back and looks up at me, his eyes glassy and his face smeared with my juices. “Come on my tongue, sweetheart.”

Kobi nudges that thick finger inside me and l explode, shuddering through my release as they lick and suck and chase every drop.

Cass

“So, your dress-fitting went well,” Jett smirks at me in the mirrored doors of the hotel elevator. We’ve already visited our suite – the penthouse, of course – and now Tom and I are dropping the others off for their red carpet walk.

I smirk at our reflection. “Do you like it? Kobi and River helped me pick it out.”

I’m wearing an antique gold bustier with a black tulle skirt and high-heeled black boots. There’s a thin studded belt around my waist that Silva keeps stroking, and with River’s necklace nestled in my cleavage, I’ve never felt more like a rock goddess in my life.

“You won’t be needing that,” Jett says as he tugs the silk scarf away from my neck and drops a kiss on his mating bite. “We’re out and proud, babe. Which means we want everyone to know you’re ours.”

I look at the other guys, who are all watching us with hungry eyes. I don’t know how we got out of the suite without falling into a rabid puppy pile, but I’m pretty sure that’s how things will end up before the night’s out. Or, it will if I have anything to do with it. “But this is about you and your music. You sure you don’t want to keep it under wraps for a while?”

His eyes narrow, which I’ve learned is insanely hot when he’s in his pre-performance mood. He stalked me all around the penthouse, nudging me up against the kitchen counter for some seriously heavy petting, and then kissing me senseless in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. But he looks genuinely pissed as he runs a calloused finger across the top of my bustier. “You want to hide me, Cassie? Pretend I’m nothing but your brother’s best friend?”

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