Page 28 of One Way Out

I can’t see it, but I can feel it as his hand teases mine. I have no idea when my eyes screwed shut, but they pop open as he tugs her up. My hand falls from her hair, and I fight the overwhelming urge to rip her away from him.

My chest heaves, both from the aftereffects of my orgasm and from fighting my impulses.

Alphas are shit at sharing, which goes back to the days when single couple pairings were the norm.

You’d think evolution would kick in to help us be less territorial, but that’s just not the case. I’ve heard it gets better once bonds are in place, and I guess we all just have to get better at adapting until those come into play.

“Please, just let me come,” she begs, writhing against him as she kneels.

Omen chuckles and releases her hair, twisting her chin until he can capture her mouth. He’s still got at least two fingers buried inside her, but I ache to crawl over and suck on her clit. They share a filthy, open-mouthed kiss that proves he has no problem with tasting my cum.

I’m just about to see how I would have to move to get my face in her cunt when Omen pulls his hand free of her sex.

Saylor whimpers, sobbing, “No!”

He pats her hips as she bends in half. “I still don’t have a knot, but I spot someone who does.”

“I don’t always need a knot.” Her head shakes.

“You’re a very sweet omega. I can feel every ounce of your yearning for my cock in the bond. It’s quite the gift.” He grins, teasing his hands up and down her sides. “But at the same time, I can feel your desire to sink down on Leo’s knot. Be a good girl and give me a real dirty show.” He gently shoves her, and she falls to her hands and knees once more. “You know how much I love it when you’re stuffed full.”

Her eyes meet mine.

My heart thunders.

I want her so fucking badly, my knot aches. There was some reason we were supposed to be waiting, but my teeth dig into my lower lip, and I nod.

Saylor scrambles onto my lap, and I scoot partially onto the middle cushion to make room for her other knee.

My hands land on her hips, and alarm pulses in my chest.

Her skin iswayhotter than I realized.

I’m pretty sure that’s why Omen sent her to me, but I barely get to ponder that as Saylor reaches between us and guides my tip to her opening.

My vision goes from foggy at the edges to completely hazy when she sinks down. She’s drenched, dripping slick all over my shaft. It doesn’t take away from the feeling of her warm walls stretching to accommodate my girth.

“Jesus, Saylor,” I growl, shaking my head to try to force away the fog.

She melts into my chest, nodding against my skin. “You smell so good. My head is all fuzzy, and my chest is warm. I think I got high off your scents.”

My head tilts.

“She gets a little melty sometimes,” Omen says, working a hand between me and Saylor. “She wants you to take over.”

“Yes, that’s what I want,” she agrees, her head bobbing up and down. “If you keep teasing me, Omen, I will hurt you.”

He snorts, working her clit. “I’ve got you, darling. Unfortunately, your alpha seems frozen in place.”

My lip curls, and a low, feral growl radiates from my chest.

“Move.” I tilt my head, nodding for him to get the fuck out of the way.

“And there it is.” Omen pats her pussy and pulls his arm free before scrambling off the couch just in time for me to turn Saylor.

I have to stand a little to make it happen, but I lower her to the couch until she’s stretched out. I follow her down, managing to keep my dick inside her during the entire transition.

Her feet dig into my thighs as I plant a palm near her head, diving in for a kiss. Her skin is warm against mine, and it spurs me on almost as much as feeling her tight nipples brush my chest.

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