Page 21 of Met Your Mate

My omega!

"MINE!"

Throbbing warmth soothes the furious ache in my cock. Heels dig into my ass, driving me further, deeper, harder. More, more, more.

"BITE!" my omega screeches, her teeth flashing.

That. That's the more we need.

Like my knot locking itself inside my mate, my canines and gums are coated with a rush of hot blood, soothing the urgent need to bite. To bond.

And as that tether snaps into place like a strike of fucking lightning, connecting us forever, I feel the hum of my claim and my mate's matching possessiveness.

Mine.

My omega.

My sweetheart.

Chapter Nineteen

FREYA

Gone. All three of them taken from me. Ripped from my arms when I needed them the most. Three claiming bites throb on my neck, absolutely begging for the owner’s attention.

What I knew to be true from movies, books and a little of high school education, mating bites need aftercare to heal properly and to create a strong bond. I think I had a few hours with each of my alphas for them to tend to their marks and me the ones I gave them.

I bet theirs are crying out for my tongue to lap at them too. If I focus hard enough, I can still taste their blood on my tongue—Luke’s being the freshest.

He's been gone a while. I can still feel the brand of his hot fingertips against my cheeks and his words still ring in my mind as he tugged on the pieces of our souls tethered together.

"I'm with you forever now, sweetheart. You won't be alone ever again. Be strong, my sweet omega."

Fuck, my eyes water thinking about the genuineness of his words. I barely remember the details of our time together during my spike, but I'm pretty sure it was fucking explosive. As it should be. That's one thing our romance story got right. We came together with a bang.

Tears still roll down my cheeks and my throat feels like it's getting tighter and thicker. Ronan, Elliott and Lucas. I feel each of them trying to hide their suffering from me in our bonds, but they don't have enough practice yet to truly be successful.

No matter though, I would prefer to feel their misery than not feel them at all. Is that fucked up? I haven't given any thought to block my emotions from them. I'm too exhausted but knowing they can feel me, that they are finally seeing me and knowing me soothes so much of the fractured, lonely girl I have been for so long.

Maybe I'm a terrible person, an awful omega for tormenting my clearly distressed alphas with my issues. But even if I tried, I don't think I could block them out. My omega may be weeping, but she's snuggled deep in their bonds right now as our body trembles from the aftereffects of that brutal, drug induced heat.

Like a fresh bonding mark, I'm in desperate need of some aftercare. And not the poking and prodding that came after they took Lucas away. After confirming my heat had broken, the doctors had frowned at their charts and whatever the fuck results they found before leaving me alone.

Alone, covered in slick, sweat, and cum. The fever lingers just a bit, keeping me just a bit too warm even as shivers rack my body. Am I in shock?

I don't know how long it's been, but every muscle in my body is cramping with the constant tension of my never-ending chills. I'm not sure where Elliott's shirt went, or if someone took it from me, but I have nothing once again. Not even the clothes I was taken with.

I'm bare to the blinding lights of the white room and freezing tile floors. I can't find it in me to care when I hear the familiar sound of the door opening and closing. Keeping my back to whoever has entered my prison seems like a bad idea, but I'm drowning. I'm fucking suffocating without my mates.

I never knew I could know pain beyond what I have experienced in the past, but this is a whole new level. Forcing my mates to bond me, then ripping them away is beyond cruel. My alphas saved me from my heat killing me, but our separation might end my life anyway.

"Oh my god," a voice whispers. "What have you done to her?"

I'm hallucinating now, but Casey's soft voice in my head makes my lips tilt up in a weak smile. At least I think they do, or maybe my cheek just twitched. Whatever I did with my mouth doesn't last long though, as exhaustion pulls my lips back to their resting position.

"Not sure. That's why you're here."

My eyebrows twitch in confusion. Why would I be hallucinating Ken when I should be surrounding myself with my pack?

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