Page 96 of Hunted Omega: Part Two

Dash’s fingers slip inside me, stroking and curling and hitting spots that make my body sing. His mouth trails down my jaw, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that makes me shudder. “You’re so beautiful like this, sparkles,” he murmurs, his eyes filled with awe and desire. “So ready for us.”

Their words, touches, and scents all blend together in a symphony of sensation that pushes me to the edge. I feel the knot forming within me, the primal need that only my alphas can satisfy. I whimper and writhe, my body begging for more.

Malachi pulls back, his eyes meeting mine in a silent question. I nod, giving him the consent he seeks. Plastering himself to my front, he throws one of my legs over his hip and thrusts inside me, his thick cock filling me completely. With a low growl, he sinks his teeth into my neck, the sharp pain quickly giving way to a rush of pleasure that has me crying out. His knot begins to swell, locking us together as he starts to rut inside me, his hips moving in swift, powerful thrusts.

Behind me, Zane presses his lubed fingers into my tight ass, preparing me for his entrance. I can feel the blunt head of his cock pushing against me, seeking entry. He enters me slowly but fills me perfectly, completely. Zane’s teeth find the other side of my neck, claiming me as his. His knot presses against me, slowly pushing inside me until they are both locked within me, sendinganother wave of pleasure crashing over me. I can feel them both, their cocks pulsing inside me, their hearts beating in sync with mine

As the dual sensation of Malachi and Zane knotting me sends my body into a frenzy of pleasure, I reach out blindly, seeking Quinn and Dash. My hands find theirs, and our fingers intertwine tightly, anchoring me to them as I’m swept away by the intensity of the moment. Their scents intensify, lavender and citrus wrapping around me like a comforting blanket, even as their grips on my hands tighten, keeping me tethered to reality.

Quinn’s voice is a soothing balm, cutting through the haze of pleasure and pain. “Breathe, angel. We’re right here with you. Feel us, feel our love.” His lips press gently against my forehead, a tender contrast to the primal claim of my other two alphas.

Dash’s playful energy is a gentle spark, igniting my senses without overwhelming them. “That’s it, sparkles. You’re doing so well, taking your alphas like a goddess.” His tongue flicks out, tracing the curve of my ear and making me shiver despite the heat radiating from my body.

Their support bolsters me, giving me the strength to surrender to the raw, carnal experience. I can feel every ridge, every vein of Malachi’s and Zane’s cocks as they move within me, their knots pulsing, claiming me utterly. The pain is sharp but fleeting, eclipsed by waves of pleasure that leave me gasping for breath.

Malachi’s lips find mine again, his kiss searching and hungry, swallowing my moans and whimpers. His powerful body shudders against mine as he releases inside me, his hot seed filling me, marking me from within. The sensation sends me spiraling, my body convulsing as a climax rips through me, leaving me shaking and breathless.

Zane’s grip on my hips tightens, his fingers digging into my flesh as he also finds his release. His deep groan vibrates againstmy back, his chest heaving as he pumps his essence into me, his knot pulsing with each jet. The sensation prolongs my orgasm, drawing a keening wail from deep within me.

As the intensity begins to ebb, Quinn and Dash release my hands, only to trail their fingers gently down my arms. Their touch is featherlight, tracing patterns that leave goosebumps in their wake, contrasting sharply with the firm, possessive grip of the alphas still locked within me.

“You are magnificent, Aria,” Quinn whispers, his voice filled with awe. “Your strength, your passion—you are the heart of this pack.”

Dash’s fingers trace the curve of my jaw, his touch warm and affectionate. “And you shine so brightly, sparkles. Brighter than any star.”

Their words fill me with warmth and a deep sense of belonging. As Malachi and Zane slowly withdraw, their knots receding, I’m left with a profound sense of completion. This is my pack, my family, and I am their omega, lover, and partner.

The air is thick with our combined scents, a heady mix of sweat, sex, and pheromones. It clings to my skin, a tangible reminder of our bond, our love. As I lie here, surrounded by my alphas, their bodies pressed against mine, I know I am home. This is where I belong, and no matter what challenges we face, this bond will see us through.

All fears, all doubts are incinerated, consumed by the fire of our shared passion and the unbreakable bond that ties us together. I am theirs, and they are mine, and together, we are an unstoppable force.

42

MALACHI

I standin the doorway of our pack’s common room, the soft light of dawn painting everything in hues of gold and amber. The scent of cedarwood and amber, my own pheromones, mingles with the lingering traces of Aria’s heat and the unique fragrances of each pack member. It’s a heady combination, one that speaks of intimacy, connection, and profound change.

As I survey the room, I notice subtle but significant differences in the way it feels. The air seems charged with a new energy, a sense of unity that wasn’t there before. Our bond, always strong, now feels unbreakable.

Zane is the first to join me, his usual intense demeanor softened by exhaustion and something else—a newfound peace. He paces the room, his gaze sweeping over everything as if seeing it for the first time.

“Morning,” he grunts, but there’s a warmth in his voice I’ve rarely heard before. “The air feels… different. Charged. Like the calm before a storm, but… good.”

“How are you feeling?” I ask, studying his face closely.

He pauses, considering my question. “Different,” he finally says, his brow furrowing as he searches for the right words.“Like… Like I understand my place in the pack better now. Does that make sense?”

I nod, feeling a swell of pride and affection for my second-in-command. “It does. I feel it too.”

As we talk, Quinn and Dash emerge, both looking tired but content. The way they move around each other has changed. There’s a new awareness, a deeper respect in their interactions.

“Where’s our radiant omega?” Dash asks, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Don’t tell me she’s still basking in the afterglow while we’re down here looking like we’ve been through a romantic tornado.”

“Still sleeping,” I tell him, my voice calm and authoritative. “She needs the rest. We all do.”

Quinn nods, running a hand through his tousled hair. “That was… intense—beautiful, but intense. It’s like we unlocked a new level in the game of pack dynamics, and the cheat codes are written in pheromones.”

“I had no idea.” Dash practically tosses himself into a chair. “No wonder omegas need multiple alphas.”

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