Page 184 of Carmichael's Omega

My wolf is exultant. He loves teasing his alpha mate. He loves being punished for being naughty, and our mate always delivers. Cassie tosses me another sly little grin, and Carm breaks.

Rough hands tangle in my hair. "No more playing with your cum-toy,Nene," he rasps. Tugging, Brutally, he thrusts himself down my throat in one cruel plunge. I choke, gagging, as spit streams from the edge of my mouth. "My balls,Conejita," Carmichael orders. Obediently, she leans in and lavishes the sensitive sack with her attention. I can’t breathe, fighting off the panicky feeling as I start to drip from my penis.

"My good little omega sluts. Are you ready for your alpha?" Carm snarls.

He releases me, then thrusts again. Shivering desire blooms in the bond to raging hellfire, an unquenchable need. My alpha’s need. Cassie’s need. My need.

"On your backs. I want to play with my toys," Carmichaels orders us.

He releases me as I gasp for air. Cassie and I turn and crawl to the bed. I worry a little about Cassie’s heavy belly, but only eagerness and passion are leaking through the bond.

"Carmichael," Cassidy whines from her spot on the mattress, her thighs rubbing together before she splays them open. Carm stares at her slick center with a hungry, harsh gaze. I lay on my back next to her with an erection pointed straight into the air, taking deep breathes to stop myself from begging.

"I'm here,Conejita," Carm reassures Cassie as she whines and begs.

He walks to the bed, stroking himself, and shoves her thighs open to hover over her. "Nene.” I force myself to break through my haze of lust to meet his eyes. “You play,sí?Your sister needs some attention." He buries his face between her thighs and laughs as Cassie shakes from her first orgasm. Lucky.

I tentatively touch my alpha without his permission. I just can’t stop myself. Carm sits back up, face soaked, and kisses me. I don’t flinch. Not when it’s for my mate’s pleasure.

"On your back," he tells me. I lie down as Cassidy snuggles into my side, purring. Carmichael lifts my legs, bending my knees almost to my ears, giving him access to-

When he slams into me, I scream. His eyes shoot to mine, but I can barely concentrate over the feeling of him viciously entering me. Something ripples through the bond, a slight fear. Not mine. I love this. Definitely not Carm’s. He needs this.

"Conejita, hide your eyes for a bit,sí?" Carmichael pants out. She turns her face and buries it into the pillows, embarrassed at being scared for me, at disrupting the fun. I pat her thigh gently from my awkward position, reassuring her that it's alright, that I'm not upset with her. How can I be when I'm stuffed full? Carmichael’s hard as a pike. It’s all good.

Carmichael smirks down at me, and I can see his love for me. Me, the shy, nerdy, omega male, and the gorgeous brute, adores me. He lets me bask in love for a moment before he starts to move.

I can't stop from shouting out in pleasure when he starts to hammer me. It's too much. I’ll be hurting for a couple of days from this, but I know it's just what I need. I want to give over, to be consumed, to be loved.

When I feel my balls tighten up, he grabs my dick roughly. "Come," he snarls to me. Ropes of cum shoot out as I explode into the air with a scream that makes my ears ring. Carmichael bellows into the air and fills me up, the sensation one that I’ll never get enough of.

Panting, Carmichael eases from my body gently and walks away to clean himself up. I feel bereft as he walks away, even when he murmurs, “just a minute,Nene.” Until Cassie cuddles into my side, giggling at my red face.

Carm comes back. I feel him wipe my bum, then apply some cream to my sore body. I murmur my thanks as Carmichael eases into the bed behind Cassie. "Your turn,Conejita," he tells her. Cassidy turns her bright, smiling face up to him. I watch, sleepy and sated, as our mate kisses her while their bodies move slowly together. As I doze, letting the bond ripple over me, Carm brushes my mouth in a gentle kiss, one hand gently stroking my side."Mis Amores,I love you. You are everything,todo para mi."

I'm almost asleep when I hear light footsteps in the hallway. I crack open one eye and watch Rosalia, purple bunny clutched in her hands, walk to the foot of the mattress. She catches my gaze and holds it for a long minute. Finally, she seems to make up her mind and crawls into the bed with us. "Stinky," she whispers to Carmichael, who is holding utterly still, so he doesn’t spook her. She tucks her bunny next to Cassidy, then curls up in a tight little ball on the other side of my sister. She's asleep within moments. Carmichael and I share a smile. Our family will be OK.

The flicker of pain through the bond doesn’t register at first. I watch Carmichael’s eyes darken with worry before they widen. Almost comically, his head turns slowly to Cassie.

“I think our son is coming,” she says softly.

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Cassidy

Giving birth hurts. Not that it's surprising, butouch. This pup must be enormous. Scratch that; I know he is. I've been hauling his chubby bottom around for months.

"Ready, Cass?" Mattie says, his face shining with excitement. "Last couple of pushes. One, maybe two or three at most, and he's here."

Carmichael sits next to me, his face pale, his eyes stark white. "One more," he demands. So... he's not a fan of me being in pain, but he's holding up better than Teague did when Conner was born. "Just one more push, then it's over. He will come out."

I want to laugh at his bossiness. And strangle him for his bossiness. That's probably the pain talking, though. I don't argue. I want this pup out, too. The faster, the better.

"Here it comes, Cassidy. Deep breath, and push," Mattie says.

Gasping, I push. The wrenching pain moves something deep inside me. It feels enormous and horrible and wrong. I start to cry when the feeling fades, and the pup isn't out. "I can't," I blubber.

"Shh,mi alma," Carmichael sounds a little frantic. "What can I do?" he asks.

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