Page 95 of Hunted Omega: Part Two

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ARIA

I floatin a sea of sensation, my body a symphony of heat and desire. The air is thick with pheromones. Orange creamsicle mingles with cedarwood, leather, lavender, and citrus, creating an intoxicating fragrance that fills my every breath. The taste of salt lingers on my lips, a testament to the intensity of our coupling.

Through the haze of my heat, a moment of clarity breaks through. I’m Aria, omega of Pack Clarke. This realization grounds me, anchoring me in the storm of emotions and sensations threatening to overwhelm me. The soft silk sheets beneath me cling to my sweat slicked skin, a cool contrast to the burning heat radiating from within.

As I lie here, surrounded by the warmth and protection of my pack, memories flood my mind. Each one is intensified by my heightened emotional state, playing out like vivid dreams, every detail crystal clear.

I remember the first time I met Malachi, his steady presence both intimidating and comforting. The deep rumble of his voice sent shivers down my spine. Now, I feel his strength beside me, a pillar of support I can lean on without fear of falling. His skinis hot against mine, his heartbeat a steady rhythm I can feel through our contact.

Zane’s fierce protectiveness flashes through my mind, as does the memory of his arms around me during a moment of vulnerability. The steely glint in his eyes had both frightened and thrilled me. In this moment, his touch is gentle and reverent. His calloused fingers trace patterns on my skin, leaving trails of tingling pleasure in their wake. I notice the tightness in his jaw and the flash of possessiveness in his eyes as he watches over me.

Quinn’s kind eyes and gentle smile appear in my thoughts. He always seemed to know exactly what I needed. His soothing voice washes over me now, grounding me when the sensations threaten to carry me away. The soft brush of his lips against my temple sends a cascade of warmth through my body.

Dash’s carefree laugh echoes in my memory, the sound as bright and refreshing as a summer breeze. Even now, in the throes of heat, I can sense his playful energy, a bright spark in the intensity of the moment. His touch is light and teasing, eliciting giggles that bubble up from my chest despite the overwhelming sensations of my heat.

As these memories swirl through me, I’m struck by how far we’ve come. The fear and hesitation that once clouded my interactions with them have been burned away by the heat of our bond, leaving behind something pure and unbreakable.

As the intensity of my heat builds to a crescendo, though, old fears begin to surface. What if this changes everything? What if I lose myself in this bond? What if they see the real me and decide I’m not enough?

A whimper escapes my lips, born of both pleasure and fear. The sound seems to echo in the quiet room. Instantly, I feel the pack respond, their concern palpable in the air around me, their scents sharpening with worry.

“Aria.” Malachi’s voice cuts through the haze, steady and sure. The deep timbre reverberates through me, soothing my frayed nerves. “We’ve got you. You’re safe. Your strength honors us all.”

“We’re here, baby girl,” Zane murmurs, his hand finding mine and squeezing gently. The rough texture of his palm against my softer skin grounds me in the moment. “Nothing could tear us from your side.”

Quinn’s soothing scent envelops me as he strokes my hair, and the gentle tug against my scalp sends tingles down my spine. “You’re doing so well, angel. Your resilience is truly a statistical outlier in the best way possible.”

“That’s our girl, sparkles,” Dash adds, his usual playfulness tempered with genuine affection. His breath tickles my ear as he speaks, sending a shiver through me. “You’re shining brighter than a supernova right now.”

Their words, their touch, their very presence wrap around me like a cocoon of safety and love. The air grows heavy with the scent of our combined arousal and affection, and something shifts inside me. The last of my reservations, the final barriers I built around my heart, crumble away.

As Malachi’s words wash over me, I feel a surge of strength. My body, limp with exhaustion, tenses with renewed energy. I am their omega, yes, but also their equal, their partner in every way.

“I need you,” I rasp, my voice hoarse but determined. “All of you. Please.”

My alphas exchange a glance, a silent conversation passing between them in an instant. Then, as one, they move, their bodies shifting to surround me more closely, their hands and voices rising in unison to soothe and ignite me.

Malachi’s large hand cups my cheek, his thumb brushing gently against my skin. “You have us, Aria. Always.” His voice islow and gravelly, filled with a hunger that matches my own. He leans in, capturing my lips in a fierce, claiming kiss. His tongue invades my mouth, stroking and exploring, mimicking the act we all crave.

Zane’s hands grip my hips, his touch firm and possessive. He trails kisses down my neck, his teeth nipping my sensitive skin. I feel Zane’s heart pounding against my back, echoing the wild rhythm of my own.

Quinn’s soft, tender kisses rain down on my shoulder as his hands gently caress my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples until they harden into tight buds. Each touch sends jolts of pleasure straight to my core, making my body arch and writhe.

Dash’s fingers dance up my thigh, his touch light and teasing. He captures my mouth in a playful kiss as soon as Malachi releases me, his tongue darting out to lick the seam of my lips. He smirks against my mouth as I moan, his fingers finally reaching the apex of my thighs, stroking the swollen flesh lightly.

Their touches, scents, and very essence envelop me, driving me higher and higher. The fear that momentarily gripped me is gone, burned away by the intensity of our connection. This is where I belong. This is who I am.

“More,” I demand, my voice a breathy moan. “I need more.”

A low growl rumbles through the room, a primal sound that sends shivers down my spine. I’m not sure which of my alphas it came from, but it doesn’t matter. They are one, and I am theirs.

Malachi’s hand fists in my hair, tugging gently to expose my neck, a gesture of dominance and trust that makes me melt. “We’ll give you what you need, sweetheart,” he promises, his voice a dark rumble that resonates within me. He leans down, his lips finding the crook of my neck, kissing and sucking gently on the sensitive skin where my scent gland lies. The sensation is intense, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

Zane, still curled up behind me, tightens his grip on my hips, his fingers digging into my soft flesh. He aligns his body with mine, the hard length of him pressing against my backside, a promise of what’s to come. “You’re ours, Aria,” he growls, his voice rough with desire. “And we’re going to make sure you feel it.”

Quinn’s touch becomes more insistent, his fingers rolling and pinching my nipples. His lips find the shell of my ear, his breath hot as he whispers, “Let go, angel. We’re here to catch you.”

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