Page 121 of Generation Omega: Revealed

I can’t see them, but my alphas’ rumbling purrs erupt, the three together flicking a switch inside me to a new level of desire. The reflection of my confidence and glee comes back to me in Gideon’s sweet understanding and love. He doesn’t care who arrives as long as I’m happy and treated right. I wish every woman in the world felt so cherished.

“Till, what about the other guy? There are two, right? It can’tallbe about the dude in the kilt. Maybe the next one is our circus clown.”

“I’m working on it. The boat keeps bouncing over the waves, and the last alpha is behind the Kilted God.” Finally, I manage to catch sight of him, but my mind struggles to accept what my eyes are telling me.

This can’t be right.

Imustbe delusional.

But I’m not, and it’shim… isn’t it?

Oh, yeah—it’s him, my omega croons.And isn’t he delicious in all the right ways?

Allthe right ways, but am I into bad boys?

The answer to that question lacks any sort of subtlety, as my perfume explodes and my alphas growl in unison. They all want to bang me, and this omega right here is ready to take them all. How many cocks can an omega take at once? I’m about to get a degree in exactly that.

“Well, are you going to share?” Ethan murmurs huskily into my ear.

I’m breathy and about to pant. “He’sdefinitelynot a circus clown.”

Gideon moves close enough that I can feel his warmth. “Is he more famous than me?”

I giggle, the butterflies in my belly flapping around like they got into the good liquor. “Infamousis a better word—weallknow who he is. And while he’s not a porn star, he did have a naughty sex tape. Maybe now he needs aknottyone.”

With the boat rapidly approaching, a full-body blush overtakes me. I whine as painful need spools within my belly, moisture surging between my legs. The thunderous rumbling of alpha purrs surrounds me, the sound like battlements being erected all around me. I’m safe. No one will harm me. My alphas are here.

Ethan’s face is beside mine. “I love you.”

I whimper and lean into him, his arms enveloping me.

“Help me take it off,” I whisper and he removes the goggles, but he knows I mean more than that.

While I quiver, he unties the belt and frees me from the robe.

Naked.

Revealed.

Ready.

This omega is going to claim her alphas in a way they’ll never forget.

I’m already moving down the steps to greet the boat that’s almost here, the alphas that already belong to me. I don’t need introductions or any small talk. I need their knots, and I need them right now.

Behind me, my alphas speak urgently to each other, but I’m beyond language or reason.

Feral.

Possessive.

Primal.

Perfect.

Oh, they’re here, vaulting out of their boat, tearing clothes from their bodies, and racing toward me.

One final coherent thought surfaces before the heat haze obliterates everything but passion.

I’m the luckiest omega who ever lived.

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