Page 67 of Royal Omega

Carissa starts to move in my arms, squirming as if she needs me to put her down.

“Should I put you in the nest?” I ask.

“No,” she pants. “Too hot, need my clothes off. Need... help.”

“I can’t take your clothes off if I don’t put you down, sweetheart,” I reply.

She makes an irritated sound, squirming again. “Just bring me solutions! Not more problems!”

I bark out a laugh of surprise.

Ransom chuckles too before saying, “Ok, honey, how about we lie down with you in the nest, and we’ll take each other’s clothes off together?”

“I guess,” Carissa sighs. “Though you’re both being far too passive about this.”

“Passive?” I repeat, looking over at Ransom with a wide smile. “Well we can’t have that, can we, Ransom? Ruin our reputations as stone cold alphas.”

“That it will, Henry. Omega,” he barks, and Carissa stiffens in my arms before letting out a low moan.

“Yes, alpha,” she pants.

“I need you to set Henry free for a moment. We need to take these clothes off your beautiful body so we can fuck you hard. Is that what you want, honey? You want me in the front and Henry in the back?”

“And Conrad,” she adds with a nod.

“So greedy, our little omega,” I say, tutting, as I lower her to her feet. As soon as her shoes hit the ground, Ransom is on her, pulling her back against his chest and twisting her hands behind her back. She yelps and then mewls with pleasure as I start to unwrap our precious gift.

“Are we waiting for Conrad?” Ransom asks.

“Fuck no,” I say as I pull her dress up. Ransom lets go of her arms just long enough for us to get it over her head before capturing her again. He lowers his mouth to her neck and licks her.

“That’s where I’m going to bite you, honey. That’s where I’m going to make you mine.”

I don’t want Ransom sexually, but there’s something incredibly hot about watching him hold our omega in place. I unbuckle and let my trousers fall to the ground, grasping my dick in my hand and pumping it as I watch them together.

Chapter Thirty - Carissa

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