Page 32 of Omegas Need
Wren's body was just as receptive to me as always. His love hadn't wavered even a fraction. In fact, somehow we were even closer, because now, he also loved the same person that I did and I knew he understood me on yet another level.
And Chase... I didn't even know where to start with Chase.
He rammed me hard, until Wren finally pulled out of me, giving me a second to catch my breath while come dripped from my lips before his mouth was on mine, and he was moaning into it, tasting Wren's release until his body shuddered and he came inside me, pressing in deep, his pulsing cock taking me the rest of the way over the edge until I emptied between us.
As soon as I was done though, he pulled out, even while his knot was still thickening and collapsed next to us. All three of us were gasping for air, sated but not done yet I was guessing.
Life had become about comfort and warmth and mind blowing sex and I was loving every moment of it.
Over the course of two weeks, Chase had almost made me forget what it was like living on the streets which I had done pretty much my whole life. That was a feat in and of itself and I was pretty sure it was his ultimate goal. To make us feel comfortable and taken care of and loved seemed to be his mission and he was damn good at it. Probably because he'd had so much practice before.
My heart went to him, now more than ever. I couldn't imagine what it would be like losing your mate, especially now that I knew what it felt like to have an alpha of my own.
His kisses alone were like sweet desserts, feeding me in the most decadent way. I couldn't get enough and he was generouswith them. Knowing I liked his lips on mine, he'd started kissing me constantly and each time my toes practically curled.
And we both knew that Wren liked to set the pace, whether he was being fucked, or buried in side me, or watching Chase make me lose all my senses. It was fun, wondering what he would come up with next. Like that little stunt he'd pulled, bringing us together again. I half suspected he'd done it just so that he could partake in some double penetration, but I wasn't complaining. Together, they both fulfilled me in ways I hadn't dreamed of.
Finally catching enough air to speak, Wren let out a low, appreciative moan.
"That was fucking incredible," he groaned. "Can we please do that again as soon as possible?"
"Uh huh," Chase agreed at once, "but you're going to be getting fucked this time."
We both looked at him and he reached down, stoking his hard length. The knot was dwindling already since no one was wrapped around it. Chase's heat wouldn't stop until one of us took his knot and his pheromones were like an aphrodisiac. Already, my cock was hardening again.
"It's your turn," Chase told Wren and his gaze darkened with desire, his cock twitching back to life.
"Okay," he agreed at once and crawled over. He pressed a hot kiss to my lips first, his tongue delving into my mouth before he lifted and gave me a look that brought my cock all the way back to full attention.
He glanced at Chase.
"Make me scream," he ordered, and then looked at me with a wicked grin. "Wait until you feel this."
At the look in his eyes, slick gushed to my entrance, mingling with all the come buried inside, and began dripping out.
With that, Wren wriggled until he was on his back between us. I scrambled to my knees, eager to feed him my hard cock.
He took it as expertly as I had and when Chase started to fuck him, making his throat move up and down my length I nearly lost it and that was before he started to moan and cry out in pleasure, his sounds vibrating my length.
Then Chase started kissing me too and I knew this would be over far too soon.
Between the two of them, I had already discovered so many incredible feelings, sensations, emotions, the list went on.
I couldn't imagine anything better than the life I had stumbled into.
It was hard to imagine that chance had brought us all together. I knew in my heart, that the three of us had found exactly where we were meant to be.
Epilogue - One
WREN
I’d never felt soproud as I did walking into a beautiful venue with Usman on one arm and Chase on the other.
Usman looked stunning in an emerald green suit that brought out his eyes and the warm tones of his skin. His curls were combed in such a way that each one sprung up around his face in ringlets tempting me to comb my fingers through them. I had tried but he wouldn’t let me in case I ruined the perfectly crafted look Chase’s stylist had given him.
The stylist had done a similar treatment on me. I knew I looked good, too. Especially judging by the way my guys looked at me whenever our gazes caught.
I glanced up at Chase.
