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Still deep inside of her, I move our joined bodies to the bed where I sit and then lie back on the mattress, pushing her upright so she’s seated on my cock, the new angle drawing groans from us both.
“Take your pleasure, Omega,” I grit. “Take your pleasure from your Alpha’s cock.”
Izzy whines softly, runs her fingertips from my shoulders to my abdomen, then slides them to my wrists, which she grips, making my palms glide along her soft skin, settling one on her ass, the other on her breast, letting out a sigh. Then, she grinds into me, slowly, keeping me inside of her, leaning her body forward and then back until she maneuvers my cock into the exact spot she wants it, needs it, and begins to flex her hips. The small gasps that erupt from her lips make me groan, that hot pussy swallowing my cock drawing a growl from my chest that runs on until it turns into the most delectable purr. As soon as my body begins to vibrate beneath her, Izzy’s cries growl louder, her movements more erratic.
The pleasure she takes from me, I can feel it in my bones, like we’re one. Connected.
I grip her ass and breast tight. “That’s it, love,” I croon. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she sighs, head falling back as she begins to bounce on me, the head of my cock pushing against the soft walls of her pussy, drawing a hiss from me.
“That’s right, baby. Come for me. Come for your Alpha,now.”
And she does, screaming her pleasure at the ceiling, choking my cock in her vice until I see stars, coming with a roar beneath her.
My knot swells so immediately, in the back of my mind, I’m surprised. But can’t care about that now, as my Omega falls onto me while I remain locked inside of her.
“I love you,” she breathes against my chest, my heart inside it pounding harder than the vibration of my purr.
Love. My Omega loves me.
I really am precisely where I belong.
Chapter Thirty-One
“Will, are you naked?”
The smile on my face is so wide, my cheeks hurt.
And speaking of cheeks…
Will stands at the stove with his back to me, wearing nothing but a black apron, his round ass poking out and making me both envious and want to sink my teeth into one of those fleshy globes.
He turns toward me with a grin of his own, holding a spatula while eggs sizzle on the griddle, smelling mouthwatering. “Care for a strip tease?” He wags his eyebrows.
With a huff of laughter, I approach him and kiss his bare shoulder as he returns to the eggs. “Later. I’m starving.” I give one of his butt cheeks a light smack before heading to the cabinet for plates.
As soon as I’ve finished setting the table, Asher enters the kitchen with a yawn, wearing nothing but a pair of dark pajama pants, stretching his pale, toned torso. “Morning, pack.”
My heart flutters when he says “pack,” and I’m smiling like crazy again when he dips down to kiss my temple softly.
“Good morning,” I sing as Will says, “Breakfast is ready!”
After our plates are filled, Will disappears briefly and returns, wearing a tee and sweats, and I lament the loss of the fabulous view. But only for a moment before super fluffy eggs fill my mouth, and I’m at peace.
“Will, I swear that you’re the best cook I’ve ever met.”
His smile is shy, a faint pinkness spreads across his cheeks. “It’s much nicer preparing food for the people I care about.”
I slide my hand across the table and cover his with it. “We appreciate you.”
“Cheers, mate,” Asher chimes, saluting with his teacup before taking a sip.
“Thanks,” Will says softly, the smile on his face never wavering.
We eat in amenable silence, aside from little moans of happiness. Once breakfast is finished, all three of us clean up together, helping fill the dishwasher before letting it run, then retreating to the living room where we all sit on the sofa.
“What’s on the agenda today?” Will asks.
