Page 73 of The Omega Project

It seems crazy that I’m just discovering this now, but I can’t think of a time when I’ve seen Finn shirtless. Not even on the beach, or when he took off his hoodie and I discovered his childhood scars. But he pulls it off now, his skin like marblebeneath the layers of feathers, angel-like at his shoulder blades, but sharp and pointed where they curl around his ribs. His whole back is covered, the design so intense it sends a shiver through me. “What does it mean?”

“A skewed sense of loyalty.” He turns to face us, but his back is still visible in the mirror as he props himself on the counter. “When I was in my teens, I was in a gang, of sorts. I did a lot of things to convince myself they were my brothers, including this.” He shrugs his shoulders, and I stare at the rippling feathers. “But then I went to college with Lang and started working with Creed, and I knew what I had before was the exact opposite of a pack.”

Is he talking about a criminal gang?I can’t picture it, but Derek looks troubled. “Who were they?”

“They don’t advertise, so you won’t have heard of them,” Finn says with a small smile. “But in some parts, they’re called the Umbrans. Shadow Alphas.”

I shiver, even though I know it’s just a name. But for a moment I picture a different Finn, his dominance given free rein to hurt instead of protect.

“I’m not that person anymore,” he says, and stepping forward, wraps his cool palms around our necks. I’m certain Derek’s pulse is as rapid as my own, and Finn soothes us with the steady brush of his thumbs. “You never have to be afraid of me, I promise.”

“I’m not afraid,” I reply. I don’t like the thought of his shadowy past, but I won’t hold it against him either. Besides, our lives are already twined with his, the bonds of our pack stronger than any ink on his skin. “But you need to claim us, Finn. You can’t hide from us anymore.”

He nods, squeezing me gently. “No more secrets.” His lips curl as he gestures behind him. “Shower or tub?”

Both are big enough for the three of us, but if given a choice, I want to sink to my neck in these men.

“Bath,” I reply, lighting some of the beeswax candles on the counter, then moving over to the alcove where the salts and oils are stored. After dimming the overhead lights, Finn joins me, his body heat radiating through the thin material of my dress. It’s a gold silk, and Soren said I looked like a spoonful of honey, so I don’t see any reason to change up the theme. “This one is made from Manuka honey and lavender,” I tell him as I take the luxury bath wash off the shelf. “You can’t get better than that.”

He looks at the label, his eyes creasing at the edges. “I think I have something that might change your mind.”

I expect him to reach for one of the other bottles, but he turns me towards him, brushing his mouth against mine. Cinnamon and musk tease my lips, and then his tongue is sliding inside and I gasp. His taste ispack, but there’s also the heat of spice, and the cool whisper of mint. As he deepens the kiss, I think of the wolf in the woods, and of that thin line between predator and protector. Both, I know, live under his skin, and when his tongue strokes mine, an electric shiver skitters down my spine.

“Exactly like licking lightning,” I murmur when we break the kiss.

I expect Finn to laugh, but he just stares at me with his wolf eyes. “Imagine how that will feel when I wrap it around your clit.”

“Oh, God.”

He chuckles, and I turn into Derek’s arms, overwhelmed. He’s started the bath, the air growing hazy with steam, and I tip my head back for his kiss. He groans into my mouth, no doubt tasting Finn on my tongue, while the alpha returns to his perch on the counter.

“Undress her, Derek,” he murmurs, his gaze like hot sparks on my skin. “Slowly, so I can see everything.”

Derek makes a rumbling sound, his big hands brushing my straps down my arms. He plants a kiss on each shoulder as heworks on my zipper, the fabric sliding to my ankles when he’s done. It leaves me in my fancy French underwear, and Derek makes a reverent sound as he cups my breasts. “You’re beautiful, babe,” he murmurs, gently pinching my nipples through the champagne lace.

My head swims and I arch my back, holding Finn’s gaze as Derek removes my bra. I catch glimpses of my reflection behind him, my nipples as hard as berries in the candlelight as Derek guides my underwear down my legs. When I’m stripped bare, he steps up close behind me, a hand slipping between my thighs as he meets Finn’s hungry stare. “Like what you see, Alpha?”

“More than you know.”

Derek gives a grunt of approval, slipping a finger between my aching folds. When it brushes my clit, a needy moan escapes me. “She’s so wet and ready. Are you gonna make her wait any longer?”

“No.” Finn nods his head towards the bath. “Climb in and let her ride you. Facing me, so I can watch you both come.”

Nothing Finn says is a command, but I feel the tug low in my belly as if compelled to obey him. And why would I argue, anyway? I want him to watch us almost as much as I want to sink onto Derek’s straining cock.

The fragrant water laps around us as Derek positions me over his lap. I sink down slowly, feeling his muscles tremble beneath me as I draw it out. If Finn wants to see us come, I’m going to wring every bit of pleasure out of the viewing. But I refuse to torture Derek in the process, leaning back and arching my neck so he can tear a kiss from my lips.

“Fuck me, Derek,” I whisper, watching his pupils blow wide. “Show our alpha what you mean to me.”

He doesn’t hesitate, wrapping his hands around my waist and tilting me forward. His cock is still inside me, but now I’m on my knees, clutching the edge of the tub. Water surges onto the floor,splashing Finn’s bare feet, but Derek just grunts and pushes inside me, all the way to the hilt. “If you want to watch,” he tells Finn, “you really should come sit in the front row.”

I’d laugh if my orgasm wasn’t already spiralling up my spine. Derek drops kisses along my back as his hips shuttle forward, hitting mine in a wet slap. I stare at the proud line of Finn’s erection against his boxers, so hungry for it, I’m panting. But then Derek bucks into me and I cry out, my eyes rolling back in my head.

I only realise Derek has pulled out when the water surges over my hips and he staggers to his feet. I look up as twin columns of muscle plant themselves over me, bathwater pouring off Derek’s abs in shining rivulets. I’m floating in my own puddle of bliss, but my throat grows dry as Finn takes Derek’s cock in his hand, milking him to a grunting release.

“Are you mine?” Finn demands, staring deep into his eyes. “Will you give yourself to me, as I’ll give myself to you?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

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