Page 82 of Scent of Home

I kneel over Finn’s face, facing towards Bray, and watch as the alpha sets to seducing our beta.

Finn gasps into my cunt when Bray sucks Finn’s hard dick. I lower myself and feel Finn’s tentative tongue reach out and stroke me.

His hands travel up to grip my thighs, and then he lifts his head and starts licking voraciously like a starving man.

“Sit on his face, Erin,” Bray snarls.

I glance down at my body, there is a lot of me. “I might-”

“Sit on your beta’s face. If he dies, he’ll die a happy beta. Give the man what he wants,” Bray snaps and delivers it with a command I’m not expecting.

Before I can stop myself, I’m sitting down, and Finn’s groaning into my cunt. His arms so tightly wrapped around my thighs I can barely move.

Finn might not have skill, but he’s enthusiastic, and it’s Finn. It’s all the turn on I need, and boy, does he learn fast. His tongue laps at me and flicks my clit, getting me close and then changing pace, moving the goalposts.

Every now and then, Bray does something, and I get to watch a whole body shudder go over the adorable beta. But then Bray lifts Finn’s legs and presses in, gently, carefully sliding into our beta.

I let out a whimper as I clench.

I try to lift off Finn, but his arms lock around me, and he drags me onto his face. He grabs my clit and sucks hard.

I lean forward, shocked, surprised, and unable to function past the pleasure that is streaking lightning bolts through my brain.

Bray kisses me hard, then goes back to slowly stroking his dick in and out of Finn.

Finn cries out, the sound smothered by my pussy. He licks me from clit to ass and then buries his tongue inside me.

“Finn,” I groan. “Oh, fuck! I’m so close.”

I don’t know if he hears me or not, but he applies more pressure to my clit, and I scream.

Everything goes white and hazy, but when I come back, Finn is slowly lapping at my tingling, over-sensitive pussy, with his arms still trapping me to him.

“Erin, off,” Bray growls out.

I pull myself free, and Bray flattens himself on the beta and kisses him hard.

“I’m going to mess you up so hard, golden boy,” Bray whispers. “You’re never going to want to go back.”

I turn and find Shane and Locke staring at us. Shane has knotted Locke, and our omega is whimpering, staring at us. His eyes are huge. He looks completely fucked up.

My hunger returns more fierce than before. I crawl towards him, my breasts swaying. Locke watches me approach with wide eyes.

“Now, about that lock,” I purr and climb up onto his body.

Shane chuckles darkly.

I sink down onto my omega, feeling a sense of rightness settle in my blood. Everything in my world that has been missing is found in this moment. Every wasted moment, every lonely hour, every empty romance vanishes because it all brought me to this. To him.

My destiny. My fate. My omega.

“I am yours,” I say to Locke, the raw words the most truthful thing I’ve ever said. And then I ride him until he comes, and I lock my omega to me. Holding him in me. Keeping him for me.

Maybe not forever, but for now.

My omega.

Knotted and locked.