Page 59 of The Omega Project

“Not for our first time. I want to feel you deep inside me when I sink my teeth into your delicious neck.” To demonstrate, Soren rocks forward and drops a ring of kisses along Derek’s throat. Goosebumps roll over his flesh, and the alpha chases them with a hungry growl. “Besides, this cock is too pretty to leave out in the cold.”

I bite my lip as Soren starts to ride him, Derek thrusting up to meet every downward glide. Soren is an alpha right now, which means there’s no slick to ease their way, but it doesn’t seem to hold them back as they chase their pleasure. And then Soren’s knot starts to swell, his cock slapping against Derek’s abs in a way that makes my thighs tremble with need.

Lang must sense it, because his fingers dip into the low neckline of my dress and feather over my nipples, his erection pushing through his towel. I’m tempted to turn and take him in my mouth, but I don’t want to miss a moment of Derek’s claiming.

Which happens as they both come with a shout, Derek squeezing Soren’s knot as he offers up his neck. The alpha takes it with relish, his seed blasting against Derek’s abs as he sinks his teeth deep. I feel a jolt in my chest that might be Lang’s bond reacting to the presence of another alpha, or it could just be my heart bursting with happiness.

“You’re mine, you glorious man, and I’m yours,” Soren says, licking over Derek’s bite like he can’t get enough of his taste.

Derek chuckles, breathless from their exertions, and maybe because of that little ticklish spot he has on his neck. “I’m yours, Alpha,” he agrees, “and I’m proud to say you’re mine.”

There’s an approving rumble from the screen, but my attention is on the newly mated pair as they turn and open their arms to me. I spring at them, kissing the smile off Derek’s lips before doing the same to Soren. He deepens the kiss, tangling his tongue with mine, then pulls back to murmur in my ear, “Thanks for sharing him with us, sweet girl.”

I shiver at the warm breath on my neck, and he presses his thumb against Lang’s bonding mark. “Are you ready for me?”

I nod, almost shuddering as he sucks on my skin. “I’m so ready I feel like I’m about to burst.”

“Good, because I don’t think I can claim you without knotting you first. I know you’re not an omega right now, but can we try?”

He’s still sitting on Derek’s lap, and while his knot has softened, I know it’s going to be a stretch to take him without any slick. Soren must be thinking the same thing, because he steals a kiss from my boyfriend and asks with a cocked brow, “Can we use your cum as lube, mate?”

I groan at the flare of heat in Derek’s eyes. It’s so hot, my limbs quake, and I tip back on the pillows, Lang smiling into my flushed face. But my eyes go even wider when Soren climbs off Derek and hitches up my skirt. His cock is hard again, the shaft coated in Derek’s seed, and the scent coming off from him is enough to make my eyes roll back in my head.

“If it hurts,” Lang says, as he eases my damp underwear down my thighs, “I promise to lick it better.”

I shoot him a tortured glance, but he just bends down to lay a hot kiss on my mound. I squirm under him, clinging to his shoulders. “Are you trying to melt me into mush?”

He swipes his tongue through my wet folds, rumbling at my taste, and maybe the way my clit flutters at his touch. “Just hungry to see you knotted and bonded again.”

He lifts his head to give me a long, drugging kiss, then slides behind me so Soren can crawl between my thighs. Derek moves to rest a hand on his new mate’s back, and I glance at the iPad to catch Creed’s nod of approval. Finn just stares back at me with the eyes of a wolf, hungry in a way that makes my toes curl. So much about this is perfect, or it would be if they were in the room with us and not watching through a screen.

But everything fades away as Soren enters me, his hips gliding forward until his face hovers over mine. All my men are handsome, but Soren is on another level, his glowing skin and pink lips like an advertisement for mind-blowing sex. His alpha energy makes me flush down to my toes, but the sweetnessunder his skin soothes me, and I realise this isn’t just a claiming. He’s making love to me as he would in his omega form, every thrust ending in a soft, adoring kiss.

“Soren…” I whine as he shuttles forward, his hips undulating against mine. I’m so aroused by Derek’s claiming, I barely feel the stretch. “Please. Claim me, Alpha.”

“Can you take my knot?”

Pleasure coils up my spine, thick as honey. “I need it. I need you.”

He grunts and his hips snap forward, Derek crowding in as I open my legs wide. Lang is kissing his mark on my neck, squeezing my breasts as he rubs his groin against my arse. It’s so much stimulation all at once, I soar over the edge, my pussy clamping around his knot like a vice.NowI feel the stretch, but it just adds to the electric thrill running through me, and I arch up to meet his bonding bite.

I’m yours,” he growls, biting down right as I complete the vow, “and you’re mine.”

My eyes are closed, but the world seems to spin around me, pleasure sharpening to ecstasy as our bond snaps into place. If Lang was a warm flame in my chest, Soren is like a bolt of lightning over dark fields, and I suddenly see every part of him laid bare. The view is as hauntingly beautiful as his face, and I writhe through another orgasm, feeling his knot throb against my walls. But as the sensation softens, I look up into his eyes and see a hint of darkness hovering there, like a bruise. It’s like he’s waiting for me to flinch, or look disappointed, which makes my own heart feel raw. I reach up and cup his face, trying to put all the love I feel into the touch. “You’re perfect, Soren.”

“Not as perfect as you.” There’s a lightness to his tone that doesn’t reach those dark eyes, and he pulls a face. “I think I was three the first time my mum said she named me Sorry for a reason.”

Anger curls through me, so potent it prompts Lang to place a reassuring hand on my back. He can probably feel me vibrating down the bond like a tuning fork. Or a pitchfork, in this case, since I’m ready to do murder on Soren’s behalf. “Some parents are just wired wrong,” I tell him. “They deserve our scorn, not our love.”

Creed makes a rumbling sound of agreement, and I watch his hands curl into fists on his knees. But his voice is gentle when he says, “Good families are a gift, and bad ones can be a curse, but pack is always a choice. And we chooseyou.”

He’s staring at his mate, but he sweeps his gaze over all of us, and Finn is doing the same. “Which is why we fit together so well.”

When Soren looks at him curiously, I can feel the alphas’ protective impulses like a warm blanket curling around our shoulders. It doesn’t matter that they’re miles away, because every ounce of their focus is riveted on our pack bed. “Our bonds have been forged in fire,” Finn goes on, his voice like a spell in the quiet room, “and we all know the value of loyalty.”

I think about that as I stare into his eyes and remember the cruel cigarette burns on his arm. It reminds me of the way Derek was hurt by his disloyal friends, and even brings some of my own scars to mind. I don’t know if Creed and Lang have suffered their own hurts, but as I snuggle down in our pack bed, I touch my fingers to my lips and press them to the screen. “Hurry home, packmates.”

Finn

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