Page 115 of Claiming Their Omega

Once I would’ve said that they were clearly too biased, and that all of Hendrix’s praise, for example, was unwarranted. It was because he liked me that he thought my writing was good. But now I’ve come to realize just how insecure I am, and how I need to give myself more grace. I’m better liked, and more talented, than I thought.

So… maybe it won’t be so bad, to let the men take a crack at the story. Give me their thoughts.

I get more texts from them as I clean up dinner, letting me know that they’re wrapping things up and heading to the motel for the night before the auction tomorrow. From the tone of their texts, things are going a lot better for them and they pretty much have the situation under control.

I’m so relieved for them. It makes the knot of tension in my chest loosen, and I’m able to have a nice, relaxing bath. In fact, while I’m in the bath, I can’t help but think about what I would do if they were here with me right now—or if I were there with them. A motel isn’t glamorous but I’m sure we could make it work and have fun.

I dry off and bite my lip as I pull out my pajamas. I’m not quite ready to put them on. I miss the Alphas, I miss what we would be doing if we were together.

Beneath my underwear and pajamas are the sex toys that got delivered what feels like a lifetime ago. I haven’t played with them alone yet. I’ve much preferred to do things with the Alphas instead—to have a real life person to touch and interact with in sex. Toys just seem so impersonal and cold to me.

But looking at them right now…

Jesse said I miss you too. He could feel my worry. We’ve been able to sense each other’s emotions—and the men were teasing me for how hard I came with Cade when the two of us went out that day. If they can feel my orgasms… well, I have to wonder just how intense it can get. How deep our connection can go.

Grinning, I dig into the bottom of the drawer and pull out the toys that Cade got me back when we all thought we weren’t going to actually be having sex with each other.

I’ve never used any of them because I didn’t want my first time to be with toys, then later because I had four Alphas who were all too willing to take care of me. I’ve never needed them.

Until now.

Because now that I know there’s some sort of connection with the Alphas where they can feel what I feel, and now that they’re hours away at the auction, it’s the perfect opportunity for me to toy with myself—and their feelings—at the same time. To playfully torture them the same way they sometimes do to me when they edge me during sex.

I carry the toys over to the bed and drop them onto the mattress. There are a couple of dildos in various sizes, one of which has a fake knot, a string of anal beads, and a two-pronged vibrator. A thrill runs through me just looking at all of them, and part of me hopes the men can already pick up on the rush of emotions in my chest.

The vibrator seems the most interesting, so I pick it up and flip the switch to see if it works. It hums to life, almost tickling in my hand, and I bite my lip at the thought of what it would feel like. My heart starts to beat a little faster as I settle onto the bed, feeling the softness of the comforter against my bare skin.

I hold the humming vibrator above my clit, and it seems to stretch up to it, like a flower toward the sun. When the toy reaches my skin, I yelp and yank it away, nearly dropping it because it’s so intense and unlike anything I’ve felt before.

It’s faint, like an echo in a long hallway, but I swear I feel a reaction from the men despite the physical distance between us. It’s a pang in my heart, like they think I’m hurt or in danger.

I don’t want them to get the wrong idea, so I lower the toy back down onto my clit and keep it there. My toes curl at the sensation it sends ricocheting through me, and my head falls back with a low groan.

I twist the vibrator in my hands, hitting my clit with different angles, and my mind races with images of the men. It’s hard to choose which of them I’d want between my legs like this, so I fantasize about all four of them taking turns at it instead and hope that the thrill that speeds through my veins about each one of them crosses the connection we have to reach them.

The fantasies are turning me on even more, so I decide to get a little bolder and find out what these double prongs are all about. I’m already good and wet from the clitoral stimulation alone, so I switch the vibrator off then slowly insert the longer prong into myself. It’s not particularly large, so it’s easy to take, but it still feels nice inside me.

The second, smaller prong is perfectly situated against my clit now, and I shudder at the thought of what it’s going to feel like when I turn the toy back on.

If you can take two cocks at once, you can handle this, I remind myself. And just think about how amazing it’s going to feel.

My thumb flips the vibration back on, and I have to clamp down on my lip to keep from filling the whole house with my cries when it does. It feels like every nerve in my body has surged to life, like I’ve been plugged into an electrical outlet, and if my toes were curling before, it’s nothing compared to now.

“Fuck,” I gasp as images of the men taking turns using me for their pleasure flash in my mind. It’s Cade and Easton first, with both of their cocks buried inside me at the same time. My pussy throbs at the memory, and something in my chest lurches. It’s desire, hot and raw, but it’s not mine. Or at least it’s not entirely mine.

My phone pings on the bedside table, startling me.

I don’t even have to check it to know who it is, but I turn off the vibrator and sit up to reach for my phone anyway. Sure enough, there’s a new text in my group chat with the men—and it’s from Easton.

EASTON: What are you doing?

Smirking, I toss the phone on the bed beside me and decide to show him rather than tell. I turn the vibrator back on and turn up the intensity while I imagine Easton’s tender, hot mouth between my legs, sucking my clit and lapping at my pussy. Again, I feel a foreign lurch inside me, but it’s even hotter this time. My phone chimes back-to-back, three times in a row, so I pause the vibrator to check.

EASTON: Are you doing what I think you’re doing?

CADE: I bet she’s using the toys I bought her.

JESSE: Holy shit, you tease!

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