Page 85 of Who We Were

Literally.

"MINE!" I roar, pulling my fingers from my omega's pussy and replacing the digits with my aching cock.

All at once, she takes me into her heat, rippling around me like if she sucks me in enough, I'll never be able to leave. Already,my knot is swelling as I thrust and yank screams from her throat that I bet would feel fucking incredible swallowing me too.

Praises mingled with grunts of pleasure fall from my lips. Lips that feel cold without her skin between them.

"Omega!" I bark, but grab a handful of her hair to pull her back into me. The new angle has both of us gasping. Like the good fucking mate she is, she meets me thrust for thrust and bares her throat.

"Bite?" she whimpers, trembling in my grip as my hand moves to her throat and the other finds her swollen little clit.

"You better be really fucking sure," I snarl. My canines throb in tune with my knot.

Absentmindedly, I recall the conversation we had about this inevitable moment. I know, even lucid, Amaya wants my bond; she said as much. Whether I'm losing myself to my feral instincts, or I'm petting her hair and following the movement of her mouth as we talk, I trust her to know what she wants.

"I'm sure. Alpha, bite, please!" Amaya screams just as her pussy flutters and sucks my knot into her hot throbbing heat.

My omega has decided. Her body traps me between her thighs and she tilts her neck until she presents her throat perfectly for my teeth to take.

And take I fucking do.

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OLIVER

Maybe I should feel awkward or guilty about the vibes between me and Vincent, but I don't. Not enough to make me weird around Emmett, at least. Plus, my alpha hasn't stopped looking like he's ready to eat me since Amaya and Vincent bolted upstairs.

It's been a while, enough time for us to eat a couple meals, and Samuel to take a couple walks around the neighborhood for fresh air. Conversation hasn't been flowing much, but I'm not all that bothered by it. I could listen to my omega's pleasure-filled screams all day, which is far more than I can say for Emmett.

I'm surprised Em hasn't gone outside since it smells like an Amaya sex grenade went off in every room of the house, but he's channeling all that pent up energy. While Samuel stomps through the neighborhood to cool off, my alpha paces the edges of Amaya's home, continuously checking the windows and doors.

It's endearing and pretty damn sexy.

I'm watching him while sipping on a glass of bourbon, thank you, Paul, when Emmett collapses on the cushion beside me.

"Wear yourself out, then?" I tease.

Snatching my drink, his heated gaze pins me in place as he steals a gulp. My throat bobs in time with his swallow. Never have I seen my alpha look so predatory in my fucking life, and I am so here for it.

"Beta," Emmett drawls, crossing his legs.

Leaning back and feigning nonchalance, I mimic his tone. "Alpha."

His striking brown eyes narrow on me with a warning that sends a delicious chill down my spine. "Time for you to explain."

"Explain what?" I reply innocently as I peel his fingers from my glass. Another sip burns my throat and nerves all at once.

A low rumble sounds from his throat. "Don't make me force it out of you, Oliver."

I smirk, enjoying the tension between us and the alpha currently fucking my omega upstairs. Pushing my alpha right now means his dick in my ass, and we agreed not to do anything in Amaya's home. It's her safe space. She doesn't need our bare asses tainting her couch with our sweat and cum. At least not yet.

Sighing, I relent, tucking my right leg up on the couch so I'm facing Emmett. "I honestly don't know. Vincent's sexy, and that moment caught me by surprise. Is that okay?" I ask hesitantly, knowing his alpha is riding him hard.

Emmett studies me thoughtfully. Slowly, he nods. "That's okay."

"It is?"

He tucks a wayward curl off my forehead and gives me a soft smile. "Yes, Oli. We talked about the possibility of opening our pack and our relationship, remember?"

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