Page 128 of Broken Bonds

The sweetest fucking moan I’ve ever heard grace my ears that has my cock standing at attention and becoming uncomfortably hard in my jeans.

“You utter fucking knothead!” Forde grumbles as he storms down the hallway, skidding to a halt next to me when he hears it, too.

“Oh, gods,” Ramsey moans, and I notice the door is slightly cracked.

Heart pounding in my chest, I quietly push the door open, biting my fist to hold my groan in when I catch sight of what’s going on.

Link has Ramsey up on her knees, arm banded around her chest as he holds her against his chest, thrusting slowly into her. His other hand is between her legs, thrumming her clit as she cries out against his mouth. Sweat glistens on Ramsey’s skin in the low light, hair damp and sticking to her, and she looks completely breathtaking.

Her hips are flared, stomach rounded from carrying the babies, stretch marks that are just barely noticeable, and heavy tits full of milk. Everything about her right now is beyond attractive to me, nothing deterring my cock from aching to be buried so deep in her we won’t know where we begin or end.

“Harder,” she begs, hand digging into Link’s hair when he listens to her, slamming into her hard from behind.

“That’s it, Sunshine. Such a good girl,” Link murmurs against her throat, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing in my ears.

Forde makes a noise behind me and Ramsey’s eyes open, flicking in our direction. Her breathing picks up as she locks eyes with me, and she holds her hand out for us. Forde, of course, wastes no time, shoving me out of the way in his hurry to get to the omega that’s captured all our hearts in her petite hands. Pay back for me shoving him onto the ground outside, I guess.

Once he’s in front of her, he grips her chin and kisses her, and Link never stops thrusting into her from behind. In fact, he pays neither me nor Forde any attention, all of his focus on the gorgeous omega locked in his grasp.

Ramsey releases her hold on Link’s hair to grip Forde’s, pulling him against her as best as she can with the bed blocking him.

I can’t take it anymore.

The sounds she’s making...

The way she looks sandwiched between my pack brothers, beads of sweat and breastmilk gliding down her stomach.

I groan and step up next to Forde, pulling her from him and kissing her like my life depends on it.

Like she’s the air I need to breathe.

The sunlight I need to keep from being left in the dark.

The very blood that rushes through my veins to keep my heart pumping.

Because she is.

To me, she is everything.

My salvation.

My heart and soul.

My omega.

When she cums, a guttural moan escapes her that I swallow, and her hands come up to clamp down on my shoulders, nails digging into my skin through the fabric of my shirt. My hands come up to grip her hips, and she pulls back, panting against my lips, eyes glazed over as the orgasm courses through her. Link slams into her one more time before he groans and stills against her, resting his forehead against her spine as he tries to catch his breath.

Ramsey finally meets my eyes, and she grins, making my heart trip and my jeans become even tighter. Her hair is sweaty and mussed, lips utterly swollen, cheeks and chest red, and she has never looked more beautiful.

“Hi,” she says softly, out of breath still, but practically glowing.

“Hey, Ray. This is certainly a surprise. We were expecting to come in and get some baby lovins’. Instead, we find this,” I mumble, eyes falling down her body and latching onto her nipples.

Fucking love her tits. Especially all full of milk.

Who knew I’d have a thing for titty milk, but I’m not complaining.

Link flops down on the bed behind her, which means he must not have knotted her, and she stays right where she is, hands gripping my shoulders, naked body completely bare for me to see. His cum drips down her thighs, but even that’s sexy on her.

---