Page 225 of Captive Omega

My eyes flutter open. Not sure why. And through the glass sliding door, my gaze connects with Garrison, sitting up as Blaine thrusts inside me.

I throw my head back, moaning as Blaine grunts and sinks to his knees, holding me tight, his mouth against my throat, as I feel him throb inside me.

“Resa.” My name is torn from his throat.

His hands are bruising my hips. I don’t care about bruises. I’m too busy fighting back my release from how he’s stretching me.

“I won’t last.” He sounds anguished as my pussy ripples around him.

He lifts me and slams me back onto him, tearing a moan from me as I lock my legs around his hips. I move with him in this new desperate rhythm, my lips desperately seeking his.

Over Blaine’s shoulder, I try not to notice the way Garrison’s hand is fisting around his cock or the way he never breaks eye contact with me.

I’m riding Blaine as he pumps his hips up, our lips needy as we drive each other closer to the edge.

He tenses, every muscle locking a split second before he groans deep in his throat.

I feel him jerking, his cock swells, and my slick drowns him as I gasp out a strangled moan. His knot locks us together as he’s still shooting hot streams of his come inside me.

My head drops on his shoulder.

I’m panting. He’s struggling to breathe as he says quietly, “I haven’t done that for a while, but it was over too soon.”

I lift my head from his shoulder and look him in the eye. “If that had gone a minute longer, my head would have exploded.”

He smiles and his glasses slide down.

I nudge them back up. His amusement grows. “I need to get a new pair or have these tightened. They’re always sliding down.”

“Oh, I don’t mind.” I blush and focus on his chin as I say something that will make him think I’m very strange. “I like pushing your glasses up.”

Behind his shoulder, Garrison is on his back, but I don’t think he’s asleep. Not after he was watching us, and not with what he was doing while he watched.

The longer Blaine doesn’t respond, the more curious I am. I dart a rapid glance into his face, my cheeks still hot. He’s looking at me in a new way that softens my heart.

He touches his lips to mine. “I’m very lucky that the universe made you mine, Resa.”

My eyes burn as I wrap my arms around him. I think of how resistant I was to trusting him, how I refused to want anything to do with alphas. I thought they were the same and that they could only ever hurt me.

I was wrong.

And I nearly missed out on being lucky enough to love and be loved by Blaine because of my refusal to open my eyes.

“No. I’m the lucky one.”

We’re still locked together as we hug, and even if we weren’t, I still wouldn’t want to move. “Blaine?” I whisper after a minute.

He strokes a hand down the length of my hair. “Resa?”

“Do you think you could stay?”

He gives me a searching look. “Stay?”

“In my nest. You can have the wall side if you want.”

Blaine peers over his shoulder and a huff of laughter erupts from his chest. Vaughn is no longer a starfish. I don’t know what shape he’s formed, but he’s going to have the world’s worst crick in his neck if he doesn’t change positions soon.

Blaine turns back around. “I can try. Maybe not all night but?—”

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