Page 63 of Capturing Their Omega

“Come on, let’s go,” he says, his voice low and steady.

My heart pounds loudly in my chest, knowing what lies ahead. We will have to take Cassie tonight. It’s time.

We make our way to the building, the scent of her already reaching us from upstairs. It is intoxicating, overwhelming.

I know Eric is probably doing his best to sate her up there, but it won’t be enough. It never is. The anticipation is building with each step.

Suddenly, Ares turns to me, his expression unreadable. “You can knot her first,” he says, his voice devoid of emotion.

I am shocked, my mind reeling. Knot her first? It is an honor, a privilege I hadn’t expected.

But then he adds, “I’m going to mark her after, though.”

Another shock, but I understand. This makes more sense.

Cassie can’t control herself. If she remains unmarked, any random Alpha who lost their senses to her will mark her the first chance they get, just like the assassins earlier.

We reach the room, and there she is, a vision of chaos and beauty. Cassie mewls as we enter, feeling affected by our pheromones.

I walk up to Eric and tap him on his shoulder. “You’ve worked hard. Go grab some water.”

My brother looks both spent and deeply sated, still looking at Cassie even as he nods and goes to do as he was told.

Ares takes a seat on the couch in the dark corner of the room, his gaze on Cassie and I.

Cassie’s eyes lock onto mine, a mixture of desperation and desire. Her cheeks are flushed, and her hair sticks to her skin, slick with sweat.

Her sweet scent fills the air, her pheromones almost pushing me to my limits. I take off my glasses, and place them on the bedside drawer.

I take a seat on the bed and tug Cassie onto my lap, finding her mouth and devouring it in a passionate kiss. She moans softly, grinding against me.

“God, you taste amazing,” I mumble against her mouth.

In response, she slides her arms around my neck and pulls herself up, wrapping her lean legs around my waist, and it’s instinct that has me catching her under the thighs to support her.

It’s curiosity that sends my hands sliding up her legs to her ass.

My hands are as hungry as my mouth, and they’re currently filled with the delicious flesh of her bottom, and I am squeezing her skin my lips finally slot against her own in a way that coaxes them to part. And then I’m truly tasting her mouth—it’s like sweet champagne mixed with the clean taste of her.

I kiss her for a long time, long enough for my muscles to remind me that I’m carrying her weight on my arms, long enough for me to familiarize myself with the swells and swerves of her mouth—the tiny vaults between teeth and tongue, the silky arches of lips, the heat, the taste, oh, the taste.

She moans against me, squirms against me, the center of her heat right against my stomach, and I hate every fiber of the fabric that separates my skin from hers.

I run my hands along the warm, soft flesh of her ass. I squeeze a handful before smacking her on the right cheek. She hums with pleasure into my mouth.

God, I can’t get enough of her. I’ve never felt more alive in my entire life. She’s writhing on my lap, grinding herself against me as I run my fingers against her wet folds. Moaning against her neck, I find Ares’ intense gaze on us.

“Make her lie on the bed,” he commands.

I turn around, the bed making a squeaky sound as I switch our positions, placing Cassie on the bed while I hover over her.

My hands are greedy, fondling her breasts with rough touches, moving with pressing fingertips over her waist and hips and shoulders and collarbone.

Everywhere, I want to touch her everywhere.

I lean forward and suck on the tips of her breasts while she cradles the back of my head, earning me lots of squirms and gasps from her.

Cassie wraps a hand around my waist to bring me closer. Eventually, I lock her wrists behind her back, forcing her tits to jut forward and her hips to tilt toward mine.

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