Page 70 of Omega's Virtue: Part One (The Hartwell Sisters Saga 2)

My sister had just walked in on me, while I was filled with Jack’s cock, and Pax’s fingers traced aimless patterns on my bare skin.

“Viola! Oh Goddess. What must she think?”

Pax kissed my mate-bite. “Now you won’t be able to escape. It is like the old times when a witness confirmed the mating had occurred.”

“Don’t sound so pleased,” I whined into Jack’s chest. “And we are on her dining room table! Oh Goddess, the servants. They’ll be here soon. It is… Are all the doors locked?”

“Shhh, Trix,” Jack purred. “No one cares.”

“Some people will,” I protested, thinking of my mother and Mrs Markham.

“The people who matter won’t care. They’ll rejoice that we finally knotted you and all the games will end,” Jack said firmly.

“The games won’t end.” Pax shifted behind me. “Now… Now, little Vixen, I think it is time that you are fully stretched. Are you ready for that?”

I should have protested. A good omega would have, would have demanded her nest.

“Isn’t it a little thrilling that we got caught?” he asked. “Wasn’t that a little bit thrilling?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “I… I don’t want to get caught though.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for the future.”

I pushed myself up so that I could watch Pax move about the room. First closing the curtains—had they been open this whole time? Then locking the other doors. All the while this tall, powerful, silver alpha remained naked, completely unconscious of the magnificence of his form.

“He is beautiful,” I whispered to Jack who hummed in agreement.

“Yes. Very.”

I looked down at my mate. My mate. Goddess, what a thing. In the aftermath, his cheeks were still flushed but it was his eyes that caught my attention. For the first time since we’d met again, he appeared relaxed, at peace.

“You are beautiful too.” I traced his nose with a finger, down to his lips, over his chin, and along his jaw before circling back to his brow. My lips repeated my finger’s journey, lost in admiration of the darkly handsome man I had the good fortune to call mate.

“We can move,” he assured me. “A bed would be more comfortable…”

“The carpet.” Pax had returned and was pulling me up against his chest, my sex straining against Jack’s knot until it pulled free. Slick and cum pouring out of me. Jack reached behind his head and used the clothing to clean up the mess. Wiping his groin and my thighs while Pax’s hands drifted down to play with my breasts. “I’ll need to buy them a new one after this…”

I blushed. He meant my slick. That my slick had ruined the carpet.

“I want the carpet for the house in London.” Pax kissed the back of my neck as if guessing my feelings. Then I felt two pairs of hands on my waist, pushing me down until Jack’s knot slid inside of me once again. My body shuddered with another, wholly undeserved orgasm, and my alphas purred, praising me as if taking Jack’s knot again was the same as capturing the moon.

“Wait—“ I protested, not yet ready to… To what? I wanted them to see me through my heat. That would end with Pax’s bite. That would mean a formal tie. Marriage. And that meant moving to London with them… The social season had not ended? Oh Goddess, was I ready to be their mate? It seemed so much more than being knotted to either alpha.

Jack sat up, his arms around me, but he was leaning over my shoulder, and I could hear the twin sighs as the two alphas kissed.

“Carpet,” Jack mumbled. He stood, urging me to wrap my legs around him, and lowered us to the carpet. He lay me on my back, leaning over me, a smile ghosting across his face. “Good girl.”

I giggled. “What?”

“You are a good girl.” Jack sat back on his heels, his cock no longer hard but still obscene in the way it glistened with our combined juices.

“I very much am not!”

“Oh?” Pax asked, getting down to his knees. He cocked his head giving me the impression he was looking at the other alpha’s ass. “I like this. My cum still leaking out of you.”

My eyes cut to Jack to see how he would respond. But where I expected to see discomfort, perhaps anger that another alpha had dominated him in such a way, he was smiling. A wicked smile with a promise I recognised. One day their positions would be reversed, and it would be Jack fucking Pax. My scent rose, for I wanted to be there when it happened. I wanted to watch them take each other, fight for the upper hand, and ultimately—whoever filled who would be immaterial at that point—collapse in a mess of orgasmic bliss.

“I see your thoughts, Trix. Do you want to see us going at each other like animals?” My mate asked. On his question, he pulled out. As my sex stretched and finally gave up his knot for the second time, another rush of cum and slick flowed out of me.

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