Page 25 of Cursed Love

“What the fuck just happened?” Moses mutters, his words laced with confusion. He doesn’t move, though. His arms hover awkwardly around her like he’s terrified of waking her. I don’t get a chance to answer before laughter echoes from the hallway. I twist around, and there’s Amel, stepping out of Koa’s room, half-dressed and looking far too pleased with himself.

“What did you do to her?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.

Amel grins, strolling over to us with that easy confidence of his. “Nothing,” he says, flopping down onto my lap. He wraps his arms around my shoulders, his warmth settling against me as he rests his chin on my chest. “An Omega leans into their instincts near and during their heat,” he explains. “She’s going to be softer, more open, seeking out our touch. Wanting more from us.”

Moses still looks confused, his hands finally settling around Koa like he’s afraid she’ll disappear if he holds on too tightly. “And she just… decided my lap was the place for that?”

“Apparently,” Amel says with a smirk, his gaze flicking down to Koa before returning to me. “Get used to it. This isn’t going to be the last time she does something like this.”

I laugh, shaking my head as I tighten my arms around Amel. “What about you, Alpha? Feeling a little needy too?”

Amel tilts his head, his gray eyes locking onto mine with that thoughtful, calculating look he gets when he’s trying to figure something out. “Is it weird if I say no?” he asks after a moment.“If I say that Koa fills some part of my instinctual nature? The need to provide, to protect? Like, I’m still going to come to you when I need a good, hard fuck, but my focus… it’s shifted.”

I don’t even have to think about it. “Not weird at all. I think it’s safe to say the three of us are going to be focused on the bundle in Moses’ arms.”

Moses looks down at Koa, his expression unreadable for a moment before it softens, his lips twitching into the faintest hint of a smile. “Yeah,” he murmurs, his voice almost too low to hear. “I think we are.”

And in that moment, with Amel in my lap and Koa curled up in Moses’ arms, I know there’s no going back. We’ve found her. Our Omega. Our everything. And nothing—not Damien, not the past, not even her fear—is going to take her from us.

Koa

I wake up warm, cocooned in the kind of comfort I haven’t felt in years. My cheek is pressed against something solid and warm, the steady rhythm of a heartbeat beneath my ear. It takes me a moment to realize where I am and who I’m with. Moses. My eyes flutter open and I look up to see him staring down at me.

“Morning or should I say afternoon?” he murmurs, his lips twitching into the faintest smile as he leans down to press a soft kiss to my forehead. “How’d you sleep?”

I blink at him, my mind still hazy from sleep. “Hungry,” I start to say, but the word barely makes it out before a sharp cramptears through my stomach. The pain is sudden, visceral, and I let out a whine, clutching at Moses for relief.

“Koa?” His voice is filled with worry as his arms tighten around me. “What’s wrong? What do you need?”

I can’t answer. My thighs press together instinctively, trying to relieve the growing ache there, but it only makes it worse. Slick pools in my panties, heat tearing through my body and I know exactly what’s happening. Another spike. I should have expected it after last night, but somehow, it still catches me off guard.

“I…” My voice trembles as I look around, desperate for something, anything, to ground me. My gaze flicks back to Moses, his face a mixture of worry and something darker, something primal that sends a shiver down my spine. “I don’t know,” I whisper. “I just—”

Slick gushes again, and I let out a small, broken sound, my face burning with embarrassment. Moses seems to notice immediately, his hands smoothing over my back as he leans in closer. “Sweetheart,” his voice comes out almost like a plea, “can I help you? Can I give you what you need?”

I hesitate, my fingers gripping his shirt tightly as I meet his gaze. There’s no judgment there, no impatience, just a quiet determination that makes my chest ache. “Just… just don’t hurt me,” I finally whisper, my voice barely audible.

His expression softens, his eyes locking onto mine with a kind of fierce protectiveness I didn’t know I needed. “Koa,” he says, his voice firm but gentle, “I will never hurt you. Never. And I won’t let anyone else, either. Not ever.”

I curl my fingers into Moses's shirt, my nails biting into the fabric as I nod, silently telling Moses to help me out. I can barely move, the cramp rendering me useless. I've never been this exposed or needy with anyone before. But the haze of arousal and the ache between my legs drown out any semblance of modesty I might have had left.

“Hey, sweetheart. It’s just us. Hunter’s in the office and Amel ran out for an errand. Focus on me, alright, Koa?” Moses helps me straddle his thighs, another gush of slick pooling in my panties as I rock myself over his lap. There’s too many clothes between us but I can still feel his cock thickening in his pants, pressing against my core. The contact sends a jolt of white-hot pleasure straight through me as I whine for relief. My hips buck against him instinctively, desperate for friction, anything to ease this unbearable ache.

My entire body is shaking with need as Moses lets out a little growl. He rucks my dress up, bunching it around my waist, and then shreds my panties before stuffing two fingers up inside of me. I fall against his chest, unashamedly riding his hand, desperately seeking release. “Moses, I need… I need…”

“Patience, sweetheart.”

My Omega whines for me as slick coats his fingers. Patience is the last thing on my mind. I reach for his pants, determined to remedy this situation myself if he won't cooperate. My nails dig into the fabric as I tear at the button, desperate to get what I need. In retaliation, Moses bites down gently on my earlobe, eliciting a soft moan from me.

"Goddammit," he mutters, his control fraying like mine. He removes his hand from inside me, unzipping his pants so I can pull out his cock. It twitches in my hand, precum already beading at the tip as I rock myself across his length. Moses angles it toward my entrance before helping me slide down onto his length.

"Fuck," I moan into his neck as I fall forward against his chest, my whole body trembling with relief and need. "Goddammit, I hate feeling like this. I hate being so fucking needy." My nose scrunches up in frustration, but there's nothing I can do about it now.

Moses just smirks at me, running his fingers down my back in a soothing motion that should be at odds with the primal urges raging inside me right now. "You don't need to apologize for what you want." He growls in my ear before adding one more thing that makes my whole body catch fire. "You need my knot."

He starts up a pace I can’t possibly keep, my nails digging into his chest as I hold on for dear life. This is so much more primal and animalistic than last night, the both of us desperate for release. The room is a blur of colors and sensations, the only thing in focus is his hard body pressed against mine, the delicious friction between us making me delirious with need.

My lips find his neck, suckling and teasing the sensitive skin there, marking him as mine just as he's claiming me with every savage thrust. His muscles tense and relax beneath my touch as he moans out a curse, lost in the moment just as much as I am. His hands squeeze my ass, guiding my movements to meet his own, commanding and demanding as he fucks me in a way that leaves no doubt who's in control.

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