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It hit me then that the alphas were justthere, watching. I’d been so absorbed in Sebastian that I hadn’t even thought about it. Their presence could have been creepy – or nerve-wracking, at the very least – but a thrill spread through me as I took in their obvious appreciation. The notion that Sebastian and I were their own personal entertainment – of the sexy kind – unlocked something within me that I hadn’t known existed.
I like being watched.
Huh.
Or perhaps more accurately:I like being watched bythem.
The grey of Byron’s eyes was swallowed by his blown-out pupils. At some stage, he’d moved into the kitchen, perhaps to put some distance between himself and Tristan, who stood onthe other side. They both held onto the barrier as if it was the only thing stopping them from crumpling to the floor, their expressions equally tortured.
They like this just as much as I do.
Having them there –watching us– didn’t just make me feel safe; it made me feeldesired. Precious. The heat alphas had fucked me because it was their job; these alphas wanted us forourselves. They wanted us for our brains and our hearts and our idiosyncrasies. And our bodies, of course. But I had the feeling that if all they got to do for the rest of their lives was watch us, they’d count themselves lucky.
They were ours. I knew it as surely as I knew Sebastian was mine. We were a bookended set: two scent-matched alphas, and two scent-matched omegas; a buffet of tooth-achingly sweet scents.
But before we could claim our alphas, Sebastian and I had to claim each other.
I lined him up and sank down on his cock without warning, impaling myself with a hiss. It had been years since my one and only heat, and although I used toys regularly, they didn’t prepare me for Sebastian’s thickness and length, and they definitely didn’t prepare me for the heat. His cock was as lovely as the rest of him, slightly curved and elegantly veined, his head a beautiful blush-pink; it felt as good as it looked. The stretch was delicious as I rose up and worked my way back down, Sebastian’s hands tight on my hips.
‘Fuck, Rose,’ he grated out.
‘Let me know if you want me to stop,’ I whispered.
He laughed. ‘It feels so good I can’t see straight. Do your worst, beautiful.’
My worstwas that I was determined to blow his mind; it occurred to me that this would certainly be his first time with an omega, and, given what he’d said about his experience withhigh school bullying, possibly his first with a woman, too. If that was the case, then he needed a whole sheet of gold stars for the way he’d used his fingers and tongue. I hadn’t come so hard in months.
I rolled my hips, watching his face. Emotion welled inside me; I wiped my tears away before he could see them. There was something overwhelming about this moment, about seeing the man beneath me, a lock of golden hair falling into his clear blue eyes, and knowing that I’d found my scent match. It was incredible that he existed at all, but having himhere, so close to me? And the fact we were friends beforehand, as if, even then, we knew we had a connection?
It was pure magic.
Sebastian groaned, more hair falling in disarray across his brow. I picked up my pace, angling to take him deeper. ‘Rose,’ he panted, his hands moving to my ass.
I splayed my fingers across his chest and ground myself against him. He rose up to claim my mouth, his tongue dancing with mine as I felt pleasure start to build in my core.
‘Yes,’ he hissed against my lips. ‘Use me, omega. Come all over my cock.’
Sebastian had a filthy mouth, and Ilovedit.
His hips began to roll, fucking up into me with smooth, hard strokes, even as I slammed myself down. I cried out as he hit some place deep inside and pleasure sparked like stars in the night sky. It was so different from my heat; I wasn’t desperate for a knot, wasn’t begging for an alpha’s bite. I was doing this because Iwantedto. My body was singing like a melody, and Sebastian’s face had taken on an expression of rapturous wonder as he watched me move.
‘Sebastian,’ I whispered, realising that the sparks of pleasure were spreading, meeting, and catching alight in a blaze of bliss.It broke in a wave that made my body tight as a bowstring, then boneless, floating.
Sebastian gave a wordless shout as his body tensed and his cock pulsed. I felt the warmth of his release as he moaned my name, and when I shifted forwards to collapse on his chest and listen to his heart beat, his cum seeped from my body, sticky and wet.
It made my heart race.Mine, I thought fiercely.Mine.
‘Mine,’ Sebastian croaked, echoing my thought as he nuzzled my hair. ‘You’re mine, Rosebud.’
My teeth ached, begging to descend and mark him as my own. I ran my tongue along them, trying to ease the pain.
‘Fuck, I want to bite you,’ he muttered, and I was glad I wasn’t the only one.
My eyes flickered to Tristan. It struck me how calm he was, given the situation. His omega – the man he’d loved for six years – had just fucked someone else right in front of him.
And notjustsomeone else – hisscent match.
Not many people would be holding it together like Tristan was.
