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I gritted my teeth, fighting to hold back. I didn’t want it to end too soon.
Betas got overlooked when it came to pleasing omegas. Medics even more so—trusted with bodies, but never invited into beds.
And now…ouromega wanted me in her nest.
Every moan, every shudder of her body, pushed me closer to the edge, my instincts screaming to give in, making it the hardest thing I’d ever done to keep control.
“You’re so beautiful,” I gasped, hands gripping her thighs, fingers sinking into her soft flesh. “I want to make you feel like a goddess, Elara, to give you pleasure that burns through you, that makes you forget everything but us.” My thrusts deepened, slow but purposeful, each one a promise. Her legs tightened over my shoulders, pulling me closer, and I felt the heat of her core, the slickness coating me, making every movement a delicious slide.
She thrashed beneath me, moaning my name, and it made me feel worthy, like I could be enough for her. “Seth,” she gasped, hands grabbing my head, fingers tangling in my hair as she pulled me down. Her legs folded tighter, driving me deeper,and then she leaned up, teeth sinking into my pectoral, opposite her own mark. The claiming bite was fire, a sharp spark that ignited every nerve, and I moaned, the sound torn from my chest.
“I’m yours,” I rasped, my voice breaking. “I’ll worship you, Elara, give you everything—every touch, every breath, until you’re trembling with it.” Her scent was dizzying, vanilla-lavender thickened with need, and it pushed me closer to the brink. I moved faster, instincts taking over, unable to hold back, my thrusts still careful but driven by the desperate need to please her. Her body arched, her breasts heaving, and I leaned down, kissing the curve of her neck, tasting the salt of her skin.
Her hands clawed at my back, nails digging in as she moaned, the sound raw and beautiful. “More,” she pleaded, and I gave it to her, hips moving with a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tide threatening to crest, and I fought to hold on, to give her everything before I lost myself. Her beauty was a shooting star—her golden hair, her flushed skin, the way her eyes fluttered shut as she surrendered. My climax loomed, a tight coil in my core, but I needed her to come first, to do my duty asher beta—herpack member.
Her hands clawed at my back, nails digging in as she moaned, the sound raw and beautiful.
She shuddered, body tensing, and then she came, her cry sharp and sweet as her walls clenched around me, slick pouring from her. The sensation was too much, and I swiftly followed, my orgasm crashing through me, my cock pulsing as I pumped her full of my seed.
The pleasure was blinding, a wave that stole my breath, but I kept moving, slow and deliberate, drawing out her release as she trembled beneath me. Her bite deepened, marking me as hers, and I groaned, our connection searing, unbreakable.
Her brand on my chest sank deeper than skin—soul-deep, anchoring me with a relief as vast as the universe.
I’m hers.
As the waves settled, I pulled back, breathing heavy, and collapsed beside her, my hand combing through her golden hair, fingers trembling. “Thank you,” I whispered, voice raw. “I will always be yours. And you are mine.”
She’s my omega.
The air shifted, a familiar warm tropical scent flooding the nest—coconut and pineapple, thick with alpha musk. “I see you’ve been busy caring for our omega.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
LUCA
The bucket handle carved grooves into my palm, warm water sloshing against metal with each exhausted step toward Elara’s nest. My body moved on autopilot through the corridor, muscles heavy as gravity after hours trapped in that suffocating call with Eli. Every deflection, every half-truth had scraped another layer from my conscience until I felt hollowed out, a shell of deception wearing my brother’s stolen name.
Discussing the station politics and the societal disintegration only added to the carved hollows in my chest that no amount of whiskey could fill.
All I wanted was to collapse beside my omega and let sleep drag me under until the universe made sense again.
Through our bond, pleasure rippled—not mine, buthers.
Pleasure building like a tide, warm and languid, pulling me forward despite my exhaustion. No jealousy stirred in my chest, only a bone-deep relief that she’d found comfort while I’d been in that suffocating call—drowning in corporate politics andfamily lies. The contentment flowing through our connection soothed raw edges I hadn’t realized were bleeding.
The nest door whispered open at my touch, revealing a scene that should have triggered every territorial instinct if it wasn’t my ship, with my clan member.
Seth arched above her, both of them lost in that moment of release. His lean form trembled as he collapsed beside her, their mingled scents—lemon-pine and lavender-vanilla—creating something new in the charged air. The fresh mark on his chest caught the ambient light—the beginnings of a sunset bleeding across fluffy golden clouds—a declaration written in flesh.
My omega had claimed her first.
Through our bond, satisfaction poured like honey—thick and golden and impossibly sweet.
She was at peace, fully pleased in her sanctuary, and that contentment wrapped around my frayed nerves like a balm. The tight knot in my chest, wound tight from hours of deception, began to loosen.
Seth’s eyes snapped open, panic flooding gray-blue irises. He scrambled back, nearly tumbling from the nest’s edge, hands raised as if to ward off an attack. “Luca—I—forgive me, I didn’t—”
“Stop.” The command came gentle but firm, cutting through his spiral before it could drag him under. I set the bucket down with deliberate calm, washcloths draped over its rim. Seth’s breathing came too fast—that familiar pattern I’d witnessed too many times when he thought he’d failed someone. “You’ve done nothing requiring forgiveness.”
