Page 118 of Hunted Omega: Part Two

I nod, meeting each of their gazes in turn. “I’m sure,” I answer firmly. “I need this. I need you.”

The air in the room seems to thicken, charged with electric anticipation. My alphas exchange heated glances, a silent conversation passing between them. Then, as if on some unspoken signal, they move.

Malachi gently lifts me, repositioning me so I straddle his lap. His hands cup my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks tenderly. “We’ll take this slowly,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. “If at any point you want to stop, just say the word.”

I nod, my heart racing with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Malachi’s lips meet mine in a kiss that starts soft but quickly deepens, igniting a fire in my veins. His hands roam my body, leaving trails of heat in their wake.

Zane presses against my back, his chest solid and warm. His lips find the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, alternating between gentle kisses and teasing nips. I gasp into Malachi’s mouth, overwhelmed by the dual sensations.

Quinn and Dash position themselves on either side of us, their hands joining the exploration of my body. Quinn’s fingers trace delicate patterns along my sides, while Dash’s hands knead my thighs, inching closer to where I ache.

“You’re so beautiful,” Quinn murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. “So perfect for us.”

I whimper, my body trembling with need. Malachi breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against mine as we both catch our breath. His eyes, dark with desire, search mine. “Are you ready, love?” he asks softly.

I nod, unable to form words. Malachi lifts me, positioning himself at my entrance. With agonizing slowness, he lowers me onto him, stretching and filling me in the most delicious way. I gasp, digging my fingers into his shoulders as I adjust to the sensation.

“That’s it,” Zane murmurs encouragingly, his hands steadying my hips. “Take your time.”

Once I’m fully seated, Malachi stills, giving me time to adjust. The room is filled with the sound of our heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of our combined arousal.

Gradually, I begin to move, rolling my hips. The friction sends sparks of pleasure through my body, drawing a low moan from my throat. Malachi’s hands guide my movements, setting a slow, sensual rhythm.

As our pace increases, I feel Zane shift behind me. His fingers, slick with lube, circle my other entrance, gently probing and stretching. The dual sensations of Malachi inside me and Zane’s careful preparation send waves of pleasure coursing through me.

“Is this okay?” Zane asks, his voice strained with restraint. I nod, unable to form words as the pleasure builds. Slowly, carefully, Zane begins to enter me, the stretch and burn mingling with the ecstasy Malachi is already providing.

“Oh God,” I gasp, overwhelmed by the intensity of having both of them inside me. They pause, letting me adjust, and pepper my skin with soothing kisses and whispered words of encouragement.

Malachi and Zane move in perfect synchronization, one thrusting in as the other pulls back. The pleasure builds rapidly, threatening to consume me entirely.

Quinn and Dash continue their ministrations, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of exposed skin. Quinn captures my lips in a searing kiss, swallowing my moans of pleasure. Dash’s fingers find my most sensitive spot, circling and teasing in time with Malachi’s and Zane’s thrusts.

The room fills with the sounds of our passion—skin against skin, breathless moans, and whispered words of love and desire. Our scents mingle in the air, creating an intoxicating aroma that only heightens our arousal.

“You’re doing so well,” Malachi murmurs, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “You feel amazing, love.”

Zane nips my shoulder, his breath hot against my skin. “So tight, so perfect for us,” he growls.

Their words, combined with the overwhelming physical sensations, push me closer to the edge. I feel my release building, a tidal wave of pleasure ready to crash over me.

“I’m close,” I murmur, my body trembling with the effort of holding back.

“Knot,” Zane grinds out, and both of them pause.

I’m almost delirious with pleasure.

“Now,” Malachi growls.

With a pop, they both knot me at the same time.

With a cry that’s part sob, part scream, I shatter. The orgasm rips through me with an intensity that leaves me breathless, my vision whiting out as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. I’m vaguely aware of Malachi and Zane finding theirown releases, their bodies tensing against me as they cry out in ecstasy and rut me with slow, methodical thrusts.

As I come down from the high, I collapse against Malachi’s chest, utterly spent. Gentle hands caress me, soothing my trembling muscles. Soft kisses are pressed against my heated skin, and words of love and adoration are whispered in my ears.

We disentangle ourselves as their knots release, and I whimper at the loss, suddenly feeling empty and bereft, but my alphas are quick to surround me again, cradling me in a cocoon of warmth and love.

Dash produces a warm, damp cloth and gently cleans me with reverent touches. Quinn pulls a soft blanket over us, cocooning us in its warmth.

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