Page 98 of Hunted Omega: Part Two

“Yes,” she murmurs, her voice a soft purr as she leans into me. “I woke up, and you weren’t there. I need you, Malachi.”

Her words send a surge of heat through me, my alpha instincts responding to her call. I can feel her desperation, her longing, as if it were my own. This is the power of our bond and the depth of our connection.

I run my hands up her thighs, feeling her soft, smooth skin beneath my fingertips. She shivers at my touch, her eyes fluttering closed as she grinds against me. Her scent intensifies,filling the room with a sweet, heady fragrance that makes my head spin.

“I’m here, Aria,” I murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to her collarbone. “I’ve got you.”

She whimpers, gripping my shoulders as she rolls her hips again. I feel the slick heat of her arousal, the evidence of her need. My own body responds in kind, my alpha instincts roaring to life.

I slide my hands up to her waist, lifting her slightly as I stand. She wraps her legs around me, her arms circling my neck as I carry her to the couch in the corner of my office. I lay her down gently, her robe falling open to reveal her beautiful, flushed body.

She looks up at me with trusting, beseeching eyes. “Please, Malachi,” she whispers. “I need you.”

I kneel beside her, running my hands over her body and exploring every curve. She arches into my touch, her breath coming in soft gasps. I lean down and capture one pert nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive peak.

She cries out, her hands fisting in my hair as she holds me to her. I lavish attention on her breasts, moving from one to the other, while my hands continue their exploration of her body. I can feel her slick arousal coating her thighs, and I know what she needs.

I trail kisses down her stomach, gripping her hips as I settle between her legs. She whimpers, her legs falling open to reveal her glistening sex. I inhale her intoxicating scent before dipping my head to taste her.

She bucks against me, gripping the couch cushions as I explore her with my tongue. I lap at her folds and circle her clit, dipping inside her to taste her sweet nectar. She moans and writhes, her body responding to my every touch.

I insert a finger into her tight, wet heat, crooking it to hit that sensitive spot inside her. She gasps, lifting her hips off the couch as she grinds against my hand. I add a second finger and stretch her, preparing her for what she truly needs.

“Malachi,” she murmurs, her eyes flashing open to meet mine. “Please. I need… I need more.”

I growl, my alpha instincts taking over. I stand, quickly unfastening my pants and pushing them down. Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of me, hard and ready for her. I kneel between her legs, positioning myself at her entrance.

“Is this what you need, Aria?” I ask, my voice a low rumble.

“Yes,” she whispers, her eyes never leaving mine. “Yes, please.”

I thrust into her, a low groan escaping my lips as her tight heat envelops me. She cries out, wrapping her legs around my waist and digging her heels into my back. I begin to move, my hips rolling against hers as I claim her, body and soul.

Her moans fill the room, her body meeting mine thrust for thrust. I can feel her pleasure, her need, and her love as if it were my own. This is the power of our bond and the depth of our connection. We are one, united in our passion and love.

I feel her climax approaching, her muscles clenching around me. I lean down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as I thrust into her one last time, and my knot settles deep inside her. She screams her release into my mouth, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over her. I swallow her cries, my own orgasm ripping through me, intensifying as her inner walls clamp down on my knot and pulse around me, drawing out every last drop of my essence.

We stay locked together, our breaths mingling and hearts pounding in sync. I can feel her satisfaction, her contentment, as if it were my own. This is the beauty of our bond—the profound intimacy that binds us.

Her eyes flutter open, meeting mine, and a soft smile graces her lips. “Thank you,” she whispers, her voice filled with emotion. “I needed that… needed you.”

I brush a tender kiss against her forehead, wrapping my arms around her to hold her close. “I’ll always be here for you, Aria. Always.”

We lie like this for a while, our bodies entwined as our bond hums with contentment. Eventually, my knot recedes, and I slip out of her, immediately missing her warmth. I grab a nearby blanket and drape it over us as I pull her into my arms.

She snuggles against my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin. “I love you, Malachi,” she murmurs, her voice soft and sleepy.

My heart swells with emotion, my arms tightening around her. “I love you too, Aria, more than words can express.”

As she drifts off to sleep, I can’t help but marvel at the journey we’ve taken—from a group of misfit alphas to a true pack, bound together by love and loyalty. Aria has changed us, changed me, in ways I never thought possible.

I press a gentle kiss to her temple, inhaling her sweet scent. The future is uncertain, filled with challenges and potential dangers, but with Aria by my side and our pack united, I know we can face whatever comes our way.

For now, though, I simply hold her, cherishing this moment of peace and connection. This is what it means to be pack, to be family, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

As I sit here, holding my sleeping omega, I make a silent vow. I will protect her, cherish her, and love her with every fiber of my being. I will be the alpha she deserves, the alpha our pack needs. Together, we will face the future, strong and united. Together, we are Pack Clarke, and we are unbreakable.

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