Page 40 of Royal Omega

She circles her legs around me, and I place the tip of my cock at the entrance of her body.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” I command in a raspy voice.

Hazel eyes rise to meet mine.

I growl, teasing us both by thrusting just the tip of my cock into her heat and then pulling out again. “Understand me, Izzy. Once we do this, I’ll never let you go.”

A little crease appears in her brow. “What about —?”

“Worry about that later. Are you going to be mine?”

Carissa smiles up at me. “Yes,” she says, tightening her legs around me. “Yes.”

With a low groan, I thrust forward, burying myself all the way to the hilt in a single push. My knot is inflated, and it hits against the opening of her sweet cunt as I start to fuck her, hard and fast. The headboard slams against the wall behind us as we move together. Her breasts bounce with each pump, her nipples teasing the hair on my chest. Carissa’s arms encircle me and she drags her fingernails over my back, leaving sharp lines of pain in their wake.

Groaning, I pick up speed, thrusting deeper and deeper until her cunt expands to take my knot. Carissa cries out, her legs shaking as she cums. She bites down on my earlobe, and it sends me over the edge after her. My cum fills her cunt, mixing with her slick, and my knot locks into place.

Even though I came, I’m still hard, and I keep fucking her, moving my hips since my knot is stuck inside her. She stays with me, her body and mine in perfect rhythm, until we both reach oblivion again.

Out of breath, I turn us to the side so I can collapse on the pillow, holding her against me. I kiss the top of her head, and she stares deep into my eyes.

“Did you mean it?” she whispers.

“Did I mean what?”

“That thing you said... about never letting me go?”

I smile as I pull her closer. “You’re damn right I did.”

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“GOOD MORNING,” A FEMALEvoice says, as bare feet pad across the cold marble floor.

I turn to see a familiar face, but it’s not Izzy; it’s Beatrice. The smell of warm cookies drifts through the kitchen. It’s appealing, but it doesn’t make my pulse race quite like honey and ginger.

“Hi,” I say, pulling up on my sweatpants to make sure they’re not riding too low for strange company. “Coffee?”

“Absolutely.” She takes the mug I offer her, and walks to the fridge, pulling it open and taking out a sweet creamer. She pours a liberal amount into the cup before lifting it to her lips. “You’re Henry, right?”

“And you’re Beatrice.”

“Guilty as charged,” she says with a grin. “You and Carissa are a thing, then?”

“I fully intend to be a thing with her, yes.”

“But you’re in Conrad’s pack, right?”

“I am.”

“So much drama there,” Beatrice says with a sigh. “The producers must be creaming their shorts about it. Especially since I hear Conrad confronted Carissa in front of both you and the other one... the one with the tattoos. What’s his name?”

“Ransom.”

Beatrice snorts. “Shut up, no it’s not.”

I chuckle. “Actually his real name is Randall, but he was too cool for that even as a teenager. He was already calling himself Ransom when we met.”

“Oh my god, Randall. I’m going to call him that when I see him.”

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