Page 93 of Claimed By the Psychos
She's sobbing now, actual tears streaming down her face as she bucks up into me with increasingly frantic movements. Every time she gets close, I slow her down with my hands on her hips, making her maintain that steady pace that's not quite enough to tip her over.
"Please," she gasps, and she's looking at both of us now, bouncing between Carlisle and me like she's not sure who has the power to end her torture. "Please, I'll do anything, I just need?—"
"Anything?" Carlisle asks, and there's something dark in his voice that makes my cock twitch inside her.
"Anything," she confirms desperately.
Carlisle looks at me, and I nod. We've tortured her enough. More than enough, really.
"Come," I command, slamming into her at the same time, hitting that spot inside her with enough force to make her whole body seize.
She comes with a scream that probably wakes the dead, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vice as her whole body convulses. I fuck her through it, drawing it out, making it last until she's nothing but aftershocks and whimpers.
But I'm not done.
I flip us over, putting her on her stomach in the nest, and start fucking her properly now. Hard, deep thrusts that make her whole body jolt, that make those perfect breasts bounce, that make her throw her head back in ecstasy.
"Elias," she gasps, and I can feel another orgasm building in her already. "I don't know if I—it's too much?—"
"You can," I tell her, reaching around to rub her clit with every thrust now. "You're going to come again. Going to come onmy cock while Carlisle watches. Going to show us both what a perfect little omega you are."
She does. She comes again with my name on her lips, her pussy milking my cock with rhythmic contractions that finally break my control. I slam into her one last time, my knot already swelling as I empty myself inside her with a groan that comes from somewhere primal.
The expansion of my knot locks us together, and she makes this sound of pure satisfaction, like this is exactly what she needed. What she wanted.
"Fuck," she breathes, her head dropping sideways onto the pillow, looking absolutely wrecked in the best way. Her hair's a disaster, her lips swollen, her skin flushed and marked with passionate touches from various alphas. She looks thoroughly, completely fucked.
"Indeed," Carlisle agrees from his chair, looking far too composed for someone who just watched me edge our omega for the better part of an hour. "That was quite the performance."
Juniper laughs, but it's exhausted, satisfied. "Glad you enjoyed the show."
I shift us carefully, pulling her back against my chest while we're still locked together. She makes a contented sound, already half-asleep from exhaustion and endorphins.
"Rest," I tell her, pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck where I fully intend on marking her. Just not yet. "We've got at least twenty minutes."
She's asleep within seconds, her breathing evening out as she drifts off with my knot still buried inside her. It's incredibly intimate, this vulnerability, this trust that she can sleep while we're connected like this.
Carlisle moves closer, settling on the edge of the nest with careful movements that won't disturb her. "She's accepting us," he observes quietly, watching her sleep with something thatmight be tenderness if I didn't know him better. Then again, this omega brings out something new in all of us. "The pack, I mean. You can see it in how she responds, how she trusts."
He sounds fascinated, like he's studying a scientific subject he's particularly attached to. But love always looks like obsession for someone as far removed from normal humanity as Carlisle is. I would know.
"Felix is another matter entirely," I point out, keeping my voice low. The other omega hasn't made an appearance since earlier, and that absence feels significant.
"Felix is..." Carlisle pauses, seeming to search for words, which is unusual for him. "Felix is driven by something darker than preservation. Revenge, perhaps. Or obligation. He might never accept us. He tolerates us because she needs us, but that may be all it ever is."
"You sound certain."
"I recognize the look in his eyes." Carlisle's smile turns sharp, dangerous. "It's the same one I see in the mirror. The look of someone who's already dead, just waiting for their body to catch up."
That's... unsettling. But also probably accurate. And the truth of it makes my soul ache, because even if we've only just found these omegas, even if Carlisle is right and Felix never wants anything to do with us, I care for him. And I can't help but be worried, even if that's the last thing he'd want.
"So what do we do?" I ask, absently stroking Juniper's hair while she sleeps.
"We wait," Carlisle says simply. "We take care of her, we give him space, and we see what happens. Either he'll come around, or he won't. Either way, she's ours now."
Looking down at Juniper sleeping peacefully against my chest, my knot still locked inside her, her nest smelling like all of us mixed together, I can't help but agree.
She's ours.
