Page 24 of Team's Omega
My head thrashed from side-to-side at the feeling of another knot filling me. “So good… so good…” I moaned.
Tyler’s knot pulsed against my sweet spot, sending fresh tingles through me. Then he braced his palms on the table and slumped forward, the movement tilting me in a way that had his knot pressing inside me just right.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the last traces of my orgasm.
Lips against mine. I opened and allowed a tongue to explore my mouth. Then another as one kiss ended and my head was turned for the next.
Hands on my middle, legs, and in my hair. Fingers traced my face as if my mates were memorizing how I felt under their touch.
By the time Tyler pulled out I was so relaxed that I was nearly asleep. My limbs were like jelly, and I was grateful that my alphas helped me back into my clothes.
“Do you need to do anything else before we take you home, omega-ours?” Tyler asked.
I shook my head and yawned as Garret lifted me into his arms. “Lights are already off. Just have to lock up behind us.”
“Ok if one of us gets your car tomorrow?” Miguel asked.
“Ok…”
One of them fished my keys from my pocket, and asked which ones to lock up with.
I closed my eyes and rested my head on Garret’s shoulder as he carried me down the stairs, allowing the movement and voices of my mates to lull me to sleep.
Chapter 7
“So who came and got your car?” Jace asked, eyeing the selection of cupcakes spread before him.
“Miguel… I think. I was still kinda out of it from all the orgasms.”
He snickered. “Four alphas? I think anybody would have been orgasm-drunk after a heat like that.”
He picked up a green and white cupcake—key lime if I recalled— and bit into it, moaning at the flavor.
“Good?”
He grinned. “Not gonna lie, I spent at least an hour browsing their online menu when I saw your car in the lot on Friday morning.”
“Just imagining them all?” I teased.
Jace let out a long sigh. “That… and distracting myself.”
“Distracting? From what?”
He set the cupcake down and ran a hand through his hair. “My landlord called… my new landlord that is.”
“New landlord?”
He nodded. “Apparently the old lady I rented from passed, and her son inherited the house. He’s jacking up my rent by fifty percent, effective sixty days from last Friday.”
“The fuck? Is that even legal?”
“Unfortunately. State law says sixty-days notice for rent increases. The one saving grace is that apparently the old lady knew what a jackass her son is, and in my last lease renewal she snuck in a clause about how I could break the lease without penalty if there was a rent increase of more than ten percent.”
“So you’re leaving?”
“Hell yeah. My rent is a bit below market rate, but not that far below. The guy’s not gonna get any takers at the new price.”
“Think he just wants you out?”
