Page 23 of Their Perfect Omega

She was worth it.

And damn it. So were we.

CHAPTERTEN

Kara

Tacos.

That was all that was on my mind as I stirred awake sandwiched between two warm bodies. One second, I’d been having an omega meltdown, and the next...

My eyes opened wide, and I came face to face with Tate, who was still sleeping. How had I ended up in bed with two alphas? That seemed like a very bad idea after what had happened last night… or was that this morning? I never knew what to call it if it was past midnight.

I was still dressed, but that didn’t stop me from feeling someone’s hard length poking me right in the ass.Do. Not. Wiggle.

Sniffing as small an amount of air as possible, I was sure it was Cal with his strawberry scent mingling with Tate’s orange one. Had they even enjoyed their tacos last night? Had Avery gotten home all right?

My heart had hurt so bad for the pack. To have a match and then be rejected would be rough on anyone. Omega Match had stiff fines for it which made it less likely to happen, so when it did, there were usually no other options.

But for an omega to rejectthem? They were the perfect gentlemen. What the hell had happened and why was Omega Match not letting them have another omega?

A hand landed on my hip and squeezed. Okay, perfect was a bit of a stretch—no one was perfect—seeing as we were unbonded but starting to act like we were. I’d overstayed my welcome and we were all acting with our instincts.

Which is exactly why I grabbed Cal’s hand and moved it to my breast. Just for a minute, I wanted to know what it felt like to have an alpha’s hand cup my breast and maybe rub a thumb over my nipple.

Cal sucked in a breath, his chest rumbling with a low growl. “Omega…”

“Alpha.” I wiggled against him, and he put his face against my back, his hand doing just what I wanted. “Yes.”

This was bad. Bad, bad, bad.

“We can’t.” He moved his head up so his mouth was by my ear and I swept my hair out of the way. “Kara, we can’t.”

His lips glided along my neck, his hand kneading my breast. It felt so good but not enough. I needed more. I wanted his hands and mouth all over me, making me beg for his cock... for his knot.

I rolled my hips, his dick sliding against my crack. He moved a leg between mine, but with him being behind me, and Tate being in the way of him bending his leg further, I was left panting for something to relieve the ache between my legs.

Cal’s hand abandoned my breast, and I whimpered, chasing it with my own. He batted my hand away and lifted the hem of my shirt.

This was so hot, much better than I’d imagined in my head.

“Tate will be mad if you wake him up and he finds us like this,” he whispered in my ear. “But I think your scent might do that first.”

Instead of heading back up my shirt to my breast, he ran his fingers along the elastic of my shorts. Was I going to let this alpha I wasn’t even bound to touch me like I wanted?

He grazed his teeth along my neck before sucking on a spot I knew he was marking as his. “Just one little dip in your honey pot won’t hurt anyone.”

I bit my lip, a smile spreading across my face. “Just once.”

He moved his mouth to my t-shirt-covered shoulder and bit down as his hand slid under the waistband and through my trimmed curls. His entire body was vibrating behind me, but not from a purr. He was straining to stop himself.

His fingers brushed the top of my slit, and I opened my legs for him, slick already making my lips wet for him. My perfume was strong in the air, a thick chocolate that made my mouth water.

Tate’s eyes popped open and met mine just as Cal moved his hand to slide a finger up the length of me to my clit. I gasped, rocking my hips when he just let it settle there.

“What...” Tate looked down. “Cal. What the fuck-”

I didn’t want this to stop, so I did what I had wanted to do the night before. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to me, kissing him.

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