Page 7 of Rage

I was too distracted to disagree. Because the omega urge inside of me needed me to make this dreary space a home, even a temporary one.

Alec silently held out the pile of sheets and blankets to me. Without saying a word, I grabbed them, unfolding them and placing them on the mattress, then changing my mind and putting them on the cold cement floor. One blanket went flat, then the others were piled on top. I surveyed it, unsatisfied with what I’d created. It wasn’t enough, and it didn’t smell right. Laundry detergent and mold. I hated it. I needed more. I needed…

“Your shirts,” I demanded, glaring at all three of them, one after another. When I got to Liam, he raised an eyebrow but pulled his shirt off his body, exposing muscle after muscle, detailing pale but beautiful skin. Alec and Owen followed, their scents growing stronger, their body heat no longer encumbered by fabric.

When they passed me their shirts, I smelled them, one after another. Cold, peat, and spice. They calmed me; they tempted me. My thighs grew wet with slick, and instead of it terrifying me, it exalted me.

Yes.This was right. This was what I needed.

I wasn’t done, though. I needed more.

“Pants,” I demanded.

Chuckles surrounded me, then the sound of zippers. Hip bones revealed, Adonis belts, treasure trails, and…

…Oh.

God.

The alpha I’d killed had a huge cock, or so I’d thought.

I’d been wrong.

They were massive. Owen’s long and curved, Alec’s was probably too thick for my hand to be able to wrap around, and Liam... huge all over.

“They won’t fit,” I heard myself whine.

“Little omega,” Liam chided. “You were made to take us. We’ll fit, perfectly.”

Just his words made me clench so tightly it hurt. I was empty, and I hated it. Heat melted my muscles, made me pliant with need.

Alec began to lower to his knees, ostensibly to help me. A snarl built deep in my chest. I snapped my teeth.

“Don’t you dare,” I told him. “This ismyjob. You watch. Alphaswatch.”

He stood and backed away. “Sorry, sweet girl.

“You can retract those claws,” Owen said. To Alec, he added, “You don’t want to piss her off. She killed the last alpha who did, remember?”

I didn’t have the mental wherewithal to reply. All that mattered was getting my nest exactly right. As they passed me their utility pants, I nuzzled them, their combined smells stronger near the crotches.

Comforting.

Intoxicating.

And then I placed them carefully on the floor before stepping back in satisfaction.

It was perfect.

Liam grumbled. “Is that enough?”

I turned to him. “It’s enough.”

In two seconds, he’d reached me, lifting me into the air, his lips on mine. His mouth was hot, but his taste was cold, and the juxtaposition of the two was perfect. I whined into his mouth as he groaned against me, grinding his huge, hard cock against my already wet pussy and triggering more slick to release between my folds.

“You’re soaked, aren’t you, little omega?” he growled. “I can smell it.”

I whined again, this time in agreement.

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