Page 472 of Omega for the Pack

Then he pushed his finger into my ass, the pleasurable burning sensation intensifying the more he pushed his finger inside my butt. His dick pulsed inside me as he pounded in harder and harder, my legs shaking. I felt my stomach tighten more and more with intense pleasure. His rugged face was inches from mine, contorted in pleasure as he watched my face for any signs of discomfort, but I was enjoying this more than he knew.

“You’re so beautiful every time I pump you with my cock,” he said. “You can’t help but open your little mouth.”

I didn’t realize I was moaning until he pressed his tongue into my mouth. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his finger in my ass and his cock inside my pussy. I moaned even louder when I felt the crescendo of pleasure intensify. I came over onto cock, shattering around him as he drank my moans.

“Oh Ethan, that was so good…” I said as he grunted out his own pleasure. The warmth of his cock inside me felt so good as he slid to the floor of the bath, pulling me to sit on top of him with my legs around his waist. The showers were huge in this hotel, to probably accommodate an omega and her alphas.

He knotted inside me while the water washed over us, soaking us together.

“I love fucking you in the shower,” he said. “I’m never allowing you to masturbate with your vibrator ever.”

“Wait, how did you know…?”

“Did you think I didn’t notice the damn toy sitting on the shelf of your bathtub?” he asked, pulling me close and kissing me again on the mouth. I pulled back, my face burning with embarrassment.

“You weren’t supposed to go into my bathroom,” I said.

“It was for investigative purposes,” he said, rubbing his teeth against my neck. I braced myself, knowing what was coming next. He bit me, a sharp nick, and I whined against him as he rubbed my back. “I love you little omega.”

“That one hurt,” I said, snuggling against his wet, hairy chest. “But I love you too, my alpha.”

“Hmm, I like the sound of that,” he said, squeezing my butt against his knot as I wiggled over him in contentment. His knot was snug and deep inside me as we sat hugging each other, waiting for it to release us.

A couple of hours later,I was nearly jumping out of my seat when we drove up to my house. The beautiful house that I worked so hard for. The sight of my ornate gate made the feeling of coziness settle inside me. My stalker, who was part of a psychotic group, was finally dead, and the nightmare was finally behind me. But the sadness of leaving Olivia behind loomed over me, and it would follow me until she was safe.

At the sight of my mother standing at the door to my home, I smiled.

“She’s been waiting for you,” said Adrian, squeezing my waist.

“I know,” I said, quickly hopping out of the van.

My clean cornflower blue dress swung around me as I ran to hug my mother. Her long red hair was identical to mine as it flowed in the wind.

“My baby,” she cried, hugging me tightly. “I’m so sorry. I never thought this would happen…”

“It’s not your fault,” I said, my voice muffled against her ample chest. She smelled like onions and food, probably cooking all day for our arrival. Gabe pulled me out of her arms and gave me a large hug. He rubbed my hair, messing up my bun.

“Gabe!” I screamed at him, and he chuckled, his arms at his side now.

“I was scared we lost you,” he said, and I could hear the trembling emotion in his voice. I was his baby sister, and I knew he was worried sick. “Welcome home, sis.”

“Thanks, Gabe,” I said, pinching his cheek, and he scowled. “Don’t worry now, I’m home and safe.”

Everyone had come out of the house to see me, and I was surprised to see Jade there along with my nephew, Manny.

“I’m so glad you're safe,” said my aunt Jade, looking at me with tears in her eyes. “You’re like a daughter to me, as you know. Please tell me how Olivia is doing, every detail.”

“Of course,” I said soberly. It was a horrible thing to come back safe and sound without Olivia. I felt intensely guilty like never before. We really should’ve tried harder.

We were all sitting around my dining table as I relayed everything that happened to me over the past week. I glossed over the part about me going into heat, but Manny guessed it instantly.

“Did you mate with your bodyguards?” he asked, digging into the chicken my mother and Jade had baked. “You smell like them.”

“I…yes,” I said meekly. I wanted to tell them when I was ready, but my mother smiled widely, looking back and forth between Ryder and me.

“You finally found your true pack of love,” she said. “Your fathers will see you later, and I hope they approve of these wonderful bodyguards who went to hell and back for you.”

“I hope so, too,” I said. My dad, Alex, who was the pack leader, was hard to impress. But my dad, Jack, who was second-in-charge, would usually intercede for me. Jack was Jade’s brother. Having seven dads with different opinions was sometimes a nuisance, and I wished my life was simpler.

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