Page 39 of The Omega Project

“Anything you want. It’s yours,” he says in his soothing tone, “just like his body is yours, Omega.” His wicked black eyes flash my way. “Sniff it, rub it, whatever takes your fancy.”

That gets Emily’s hungry gaze sweeping over me, but instead of coming right to the source, she presses my shirt to her face. She drags in a breath, and with a little moan, runs it slowly down her neck and over her breasts, pausing to pinch her nipples through the fabric. Her head drops back at the sensation, and she continues down her body, pressing my shirt between her thighs. She rubs it back and forth, grinding down on the balled-up fabric, and it’s quickly drenched in her slick. The action is so erotic, I have to bite the side of my tongue to stop myself leaping at her. In all the heats I’ve either been in or heard about, I’m pretty sure she’s the first omega to get off on her alpha’s clothing. Not that I’m about to stop her. In fact, when she’s done with it, I’ll probably have it framed.

She comes in a rush of slick, but as soon as she’s done, she looks at me with glazed eyes. At first, I think she’s embarrassed, but she’s clutching my shirt like she thinks someone’s about to take it off her. “It’s yours, sweet girl,” Soren reminds her. “You can keep it for as long as you want.”

A flash of possessive pride has me reaching for her. “I’ve got a whole wardrobe of shirts you can have, sweetheart.”

She clutches my hand, but her head swings towards my motorcycle jacket, which is hanging over the back of a chair. “And jackets? I really like your leather ones.”

The thought of riding on the open highway drenched in her sweet slick has me almost biting through my lip. “I’ll lay themall out and you can roll in them,” I tell her, my voice as rough as road burn. “Just come here so I can rub you on me before I blow.”

She makes a happy humming sound, and crawls towards me, stopping to nuzzle the front of my boxers. But I strip them off before she can get too distracted, passing them to Derek with an innocent look. He rolls his eyes at me, but his focus is all on Emily as she straddles my naked thighs. My cock looks impossibly big as she wraps a hand around it, the head almost violet as it pulses with pre-cum. But instead of sliding it between her sweet folds, she leans down and nips her way across my abs.

“Looks like she’s marking you, Alpha,” Soren says with a heated smile, his hand working the length of his own very pretty dick. I twitch under the slight sting of her teeth, a wave of satisfaction burning through my blood as I stare down at the chain of hickeys. It might just be Emily’s omega testing her claws on her first alpha hide, but like Soren said, it’s still a type of claiming.

“I’m all hers,” I tell the room. “Anything she wants, she can have it.”

“I want it all,” she says, rising back up to her knees. There’s a look of concentration on her face as she takes in my straining cock, but then I feel another wave of heat roll through her and she lurches forward, sinking onto my length. The squeeze steals my breath, but her cry of need is even more exquisite, especially when she grips my shoulders and grinds down on me. I can feel her channel quivering at the intrusion, but there’s enough slick and precum to ease her way, and the strain fades from her face as she draws me all the way in. I have to fist the bedding and take a calming breath, but then her gaze settles on mine, hazy with possessiveness. “You’re mine, Alpha.”

I know I should take a mental pause here, but my instincts make my hips buck, my hands greedily encircling her waist. Shecries out at the first sharp thrust, but then her head falls back, all that fiery hair cascading over her shoulders. “More, Alpha.”

“Everything,” I mutter, and lift her up my throbbing cock. She squirms at the drag, her mouth open and panting as she clutches my tip in her folds. Our gazes clash, her pupils blown to black, and then we both ram her back down, the squelch making my blood sing. Our hips grind together, and then we repeat the process, until she’s riding me hard, and the clutch of her tight channel is sending shockwaves through my body. When she rocks forward, her nails graze over my nipples and our skin slaps together. The scent of slick and alpha musk is heavy in the air as the quivering inside her becomes a flutter, then greedy waves that drown me in pleasure. I barely have time to grab a breath before I’m bucking and spurting inside her, my knot throbbing with the need to plug her with my cum.

“Careful, Lang,” Creed warns from a distant corner of the mind, and I slow my thrusts, gazing up at the vision above me. Emily is lost to her climax, her hips circling my cock in a sensual dance. Every sweet squeeze of her pussy makes me throb harder, and I drop my hands to her slick thighs, watching my knot swell against her folds.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?”

The mewl that leaves her lips is all she can manage, and I carefully notch my knot at her slick opening. It’s as violently red as the tip of my cock, and I can feel the blood pulsing under my fingers as I slide it through her folds. Her thighs tremble as it stretches her wide, but her nails bite my skin as she pushes down. There’s a moment where pain flickers through her eyes, but she gives a determined grunt, and my knot slips all the way in.

Our hips connect, alpha to omega, lightning flickering in my hindbrain while thunder rumbles in my chest.

Mine.

“You’re so beautiful, sweet girl,” Soren croons, leaning forward to suck her nipple into his mouth. Derek only hesitates for a second before he captures her other breast and they kiss and knead her until she arches her back, my knot throbbing at the stretch. “That’s it, Emily.” Soren’s voice is a lust-laced drug as it weaves around us. “Look at how well you’re taking your alpha’s big knot.”

She clenches down at the praise and bliss circles my spine. But I’m still not close enough – not quite deep enough - and I pull her up until our chests are plastered together. I’m vaguely aware of Soren crawling into Derek’s lap, but my attention is all on Emily as she rubs against me. Damp kisses pepper my throat as she rocks me to the edge of another orgasm, and I clutch her to me like a man lost in a storm. Another wave of cum pumps out of me, and she threads her fingers through my hair, humming as she pulls my mouth to her throat. “Bite me, Lang. I want you to claim me.”

My teeth graze her skin, her sweet perfume saturating my senses. I swallow against a throb of need. “Emily…”

“Please, Lang,” she whines, her nails clawing at my back, and the only thing that stops me is the growl of warning from Creed. I can feel my alpha thrashing under my skin, desperate to make her mine, but when I flick a glance at Finn, he doesn’t so much as blink.Of course he doesn’t, because this is exactly what he wants, despite his decision to sit on the sidelines during her heat. If I claim Emily, then she’s ours for good. Not only will it help manage Soren’s condition, but it will lay the foundation on which Finn will bind his pack.

But I’ll be damned if I’m the one who takes Emily’s choices away when she’s drunk on a heat haze.

“We can talk about this after, when you’re clear-headed.” I stroke her dewy cheek, torn between reason and the instinctsbattering inside me. “I’d hate for you to regret chaining yourself to us once your heat is over.”

It’s true -even if I have to force the words out - but Emily pushes off my chest, her hazel eyes narrowing to dangerous points. “I know the difference between a claim and a chain, Lang.” She twists her arm to show me a messy scar on her wrist. I’ve caught glimpses of it before, but it’s the first time I’ve seen it for what it is: some fucker’s attempt at forcing a mating bond. “This is what it looks like when an alpha doesn’t give you a choice.”

Rage twists through me, hotter than I’ve ever felt, but Emily is cupping my face, her hips gently dancing over mine. The pull of her body is hypnotic, but it’s the look in her eyes that sinks all the way to my soul. “I know what I want, Lang. Do you feel the same?”

“Yes.” There’s no way I can deny it, even with Creed staring me down from the side of the nest. He’s close enough to pull me off her, but he doesn’t move as I say, “I want to claim you as my mate, Emily Nash.”

The blush that climbs her neck makes her eyes glow, and I’m dazzled by the vision in my arms.My mate.The missing part of me that has now clicked into place, just like Finn predicted. I cast a glance his way, shocked by the softness reflected in his eyes. For once, the shutters are all open, his gaze full of so much affection I feel it all the way to my toes. Tearing my attention away, I slowly take in the others. Creed is silent and watchful, but Soren is almost bouncing as he clings to Derek. “Don’t keep us hanging, Alpha. It’s time to claim our sweet girl like she asked.”

But it’s not Soren’s permission I’m seeking. “Derek?”

Emily is warm and soft in my arms, but she turns almost molten as their eyes catch and his big hand reaches out to clasp hers. “I’ve never told Em what to think, and I’m not going tostart now.” He arches a brow at me, the challenge clear in his face. “But remember, we’re a package deal, so if she’s in, I’m in.”

Emily

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