Page 9 of Omegas Need
It had been too long for me and watching them move in unison, feeling them both under me was too much.
“Fuck,” I gritted, fingers digging into Wren’s hips too hard.
I was already losing control, fucking them harder, spurred on to give even more by Wren’s complete loss of composure as he collapsed atop Usman, face buried in the pillow, taking each thrust with a sob.
He probably needed to come more than I needed to make it last for him, so I let go, going as fast as I wanted, rhythm out the window as I lost it, finally coming deep inside him, feeling himflex and cry under me and it wasfucking heaven. So,sogood. Why had I been so afraid of doing this? Why had I waited so long?
Groaning, I held still, breathing hard as my cock continued to empty the large load I’d been hoarding.
Wren was moaning, his face still buried in the pillow next to Usman’s face. He shifted back, lifting his hips to make sure that my cock was as deep as it could go, each bit of my knot within him as it swelled properly.
I held myself over him for a minute, still catching my breath, aware that my added weight would be too much for Usman, who still had his eyes squeezed shut.
“Are you two okay?”
Wren didn’t respond. After a moment, Usman opened his eyes, turning to look at him.
“Fast asleep,” he said.
“That’s a good sign,” I mused.
He nodded but a frown was still plastered across his face.
“What about you?” I asked.
He shrugged as well as he could under Wren’s body.
“What is it?” I pressed.
He swallowed, not looking at me.
“Your scent,” he finally admitted. “It’s a lot... I’m not used to being around Alphas unless...”
He trailed off, but I could guess he was going to add, unless he was in heat.
When an omega was mated, thentheiralpha’s scent was the only one that did the trick. But until then, during an omega’s heat, any alpha’s scent was soothing.
Maybe he didn’t feel very at ease with me, my pheromones were probably overpowering to him if he only spent time with omegas.
“Here, let’s try to roll Wren over so we can relax,” I suggested.
He didn’t argue, helping me to maneuver Wren onto his side, my cock still nestled deep inside him.
When I landed on the pillow, spooning the lithe man, my eyes fluttered shut and for a brief moment, it was like time had never passed, like I was still with my mate.
My eyes snapped open, body stiffening, guilt washing over me that I had even allowed such a thought.
For a moment, I was overwhelmed by shame and despair.
I’d fucked someone other than my mate. Worst of all, it had been fuckingincredible. It still was, being buried inside him.
I’d never seen this for myself, and it was hard to wrap my head around the unexpected direction that life had turned. In my late thirties now, I had settled into a life years ago that I had thought was forever.
Fucking random street omegas when I needed to couldn’t be my new normal.
But when I looked at Wren’s peaceful, delicate form, I found I didn’t begrudge him or resent him. He was innocent in this, and Usman was too. We were a means to an end for one another, and I had lucked out finding not one, but two omegas who were so very sweet.
They affected me the way a helpless animal would. Every alpha instinct in me reared its head when I saw their pretty faces.
