Page 124 of Broken Dreams

“We’re doing this my way,” he purrs into my ear. “You’ll get exactly what you want on my terms. Every inch is up to me. Don’t be a brat, I want to enjoy fucking you.”

My fingers are digging into the pillow under my head as I force myself to be patient, his thickness feeling incredible as he stretches me. Callum is completely in control as his other arm wraps around my waist to keep me plastered to his body.

Slowly, his thrusts pick up in intensity, and I can feel the walls of my pussy clamp down on him to milk his cock.

“Shhh, you don’t get my cum yet, baby girl,” he growls in my ear. “We’re going to have a conversation without words here. Let my cock get his way. If I could crawl inside your warm cunt and live there, I fucking would.”

My keen is loud and clear as I cry out, my breasts bouncing slightly as he cradles me against himself. I feel safe, loved, and so fucking cherished as he drives further into me. It’s unhurried, even though I’m desperate for more. I’m not in charge here, he is.

I can feel my orgasm lazily building as well, something I’ve never experienced before. Everything is usually forceful and frenetic with the alphas I’ve been with. Christian has only been different because he’s kept his control by watching Linus and I.

The pinch on my clit is surprising, and I yelp when I feel it. Callum kisses my ear, saying, “I’m the one fucking you. Stay with me, Quinn.”

Holy fuck. A light chuckle flows through my mind before it disappears, and I can feel Duncan’s amusement.

“Move your hair off the back of your neck. My hands are a little full here,” Callum murmurs, his voice sounding strained as his knot bumps against my entrance.

His control isn’t as tightly held as he pretends, and my lips twitch as I move my hair away. His teeth and lips cover the back of my neck the moment I do, his fingers rubbing my aching clit.

Oh fuck. He’s torturing me from all angles, his knot pushing inside my pussy as well. I’m overwhelmed with sensations, needing everything he’s giving me, but I will not beg. I’ll be a good fucking girl and wait.

My need to please him wars with my inclination to be a brat, and I wail as I get close to coming. His lips suck on the sensitive flesh on my neck, his teeth sinking in without breaking the skin.

“That’s it. You’re doing so well for me. Keep going, baby, and I’ll give you every piece of me. The way it was always supposed to be,” he whispers.

His words make my eyes prick with tears, and this moment feels bittersweet. We’ve had so much stolen from us, and now a lifetime to make up for it.

As his knot pushes the rest of the way in, he kisses my neck, before growling, “Here’s to forever, baby girl.”

The pain of his bite triggers my orgasm, and I scream as my vision almost blacks out. Callum holds me tighter as he ruts inside of me, painting the walls of my pussy with his cum. I’m gasping as my body floats in a mixture of happiness and oxytocin, the thread of awareness of my alpha beginning to fill me.

“Where do you want to bite me, Quinn?” he asks, carefully putting down my leg. His honeyed tones roll over me, and it takes me a moment to understand what he’s asking me.

Pulling up the arm that has the crown on his bicep, I tap on it. I may as well claim him the way he has me. Duncan’s bitewill show even with the collar of his shirts, showing I’m a pretty possessive omega.

“Fuck yes,” he growls, making me whimper. His bicep is perfectly positioned since he’s wrapped around me, and I bite down hard.

Here’s to the future, I think.

“Amento that,”Callum whispers into my mind. “It’s so damn good to hear you, Quinn.”

I’m already emotional so I gasp out a sob as he holds me. He lets me get it out, whispering nonsense in my mind. It’s so different how writing out my words can exhaust me, while hearing them in my mind doesn’t. Instead, it gives me peace, knowing I’ll never be alone again.

“Can I have this with Linus? It feels wrong not to share this with him,”I tell him in my mind through my hiccups. I’m trying to come down from all of this emotion, but it’s difficult.

“Multiple omegas in a pack isn’t typical, but I know someone who may know,” Callum says. “Wren and Flynn from Pack Mohan don’t typically leave their home, though.”

“Why is that?”I ask. I need to talk in order to process what happened, and my teeth are beginning to chatter.

Pulling the blankets back over us, Callum answers, “They’re the omegas who were kidnapped from the party we had a year and a half ago. Flynn has severe anxiety, and Wren is happier to work from home. They may be more comfortable if I ask their pack if you all could meet. It may help to get to know the other omegas better before the party.”

“I guess I can be sociable,”I tease him. It’s so odd to be talking about this. A world where I have choices, am organizing time to hang out because I want to.

I can't believe this is my life.

“You deserve it,”Duncan whispers into my mind.

Damn right, but I’ll never take it for granted. Not ever.

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