Page 7 of Omegas Need
This was already hard to take. How was I supposed to accept the fact that other omegas smelled good too? I’d told her that she was the only one. I’d meant it.
Yet here I was, carrying this omega into the hotel.
I paused as I reached the doors, glancing back to see that Usman was second-guessing his decision to join us. He was hesitating as though unsure if he should follow.
“Aren’t you coming?” I asked.
“I can’t do anything for him.”
I stared at his dejected face for a minute, unsure if I should argue. But he had come this far. They obviously cared for one another…
“You can be with him,” I finally said. “If that’s what you want.”
He took a shaky breath and then hurried after us.
Hesitation gone, he went ahead to hold the door open, then hit the button for the elevator when we got to it.
Wren was whining now, my scent making him leak and twitch even harder than before. The sweet scent of his slick flooded the elevator like overpowering perfume.
“I’ve got you,” I whispered and carried him to my room door, struggling to get the key from my front pocket.
“Can I?” Usman asked and I nodded, trying not to react when he reached into my pants. I had to shut my eyes as his hand lightly brushed the side of my length through the thin fabric.
My heart was racing as I carried Wren through the threshold, straight to the bed when Usman held the door open for us.
I was really doing this.
It was crazy but there was no time to think about that because the moment I set Wren down, he reached for me again, his hands finding my waist, his eyes finally fluttering open to see me.
God, he was a very pretty man. Elegant in a masculine way, wavy strawberry blond hair hanging into those lovely blue eyes. His body was long and lean, and he was looking at me like I was his literal salvation. A heat wouldn’t kill a shifter, but I knew from first-hand experience that it could hurt like hell if left for too long. I’d tried to fight my heats and managed to get through them alone for the last year straight. I still didn’t know how I’d done it, other than pure stubbornness. But I’d had enough and now, I was taking matters into my own hands, getting used to other omegas before my next one came. I didn’t want to go through that pain again. I’d punished myself enough.
“Please,” Wren begged in a broken whisper, and I was powerless to do anything but nod.
I reached for his pants, quickly undoing them, sliding them down his narrow hips.
The fabric scraping over his hard cock made him hiss in pain, his eyes squeezing shut.
Blindly, he reached out to his side and a moment later, Usman was there, holding his hand.
He glanced at me, looking worried and upset and I didn’t know what to do to comfort him. It suddenly hit me that I was about to take his lover, and right in front of him.
I wouldn’t have been able to do what he was doing now, and my heart filled with admiration for him, and an overpowering need to make things right. For both of them.
“Lay down,” I whispered, and Usman’s eyes widened, his gaze flying to mine again, even as Wren was tugging him into an embrace.
“What? But Wren?—”
“He wants you. Lay down,” I said firmly.
Swallowing, the young omega extracted himself from Wren’s needy hands and followed my order, climbing fully onto the bed and spreading himself across it on his back.
A possessive thrill of pleasure overtook me, nearly blinding me and I lifted Wren to lay at Usman’s side.
Usman’s eyes were wide, breaths coming in sharp, short gasps as I braced myself over him, watching him.
He was like a frightened little animal staring up at me and I suddenly wanted to devour him. Or maybe... put him in a cage right next to Wren. Two pets to be kept...
Swallowing, I racked my gaze over his form.
