Page 48 of Their Perfect Omega

The stretch was so good, and he hit me so deep that if he were any bigger, he would have been too big. His cock was made for me.

He took hold of my hips as he slid in and out, his pace infuriatingly slow and torturous. “Can you hear how wet you are?”

My face burned, and I nodded, my head resting on my arm.

“Let me hear you say it.” He wrapped his hand around my braids near my scalp and pulled.

I pushed myself up the rest of the way, his chest against my back. “I hear it.”

“What do you hear?” He let my hair go and kissed along my shoulder as he moved his hand to my clit.

I whimpered, my brain turning to mush. “I hear... your cock sliding in and out of me.”

“It’s my new favorite sound.” He picked up his pace, and I couldn’t stop the sounds that came from my mouth.

He groaned and sighed in my ear as the spring was compressed more and more until it finally released, sending me straight into the atmosphere.

“Going to knot.” He gasped as his knot expanded and filled me, along with his cum.

I saw stars and started to fall forward, but he locked an arm around me to hold me in place as the pleasure settled in my core.

Somehow, we moved to a spooning position on a mattress, and I yawned, wrapping my arms around Tate’s arms as he held me.

“That was... how? How was that so good?” What would sex with him be like when he wasn’t trying to be gentle? I could tell he was holding himself back.

“Have to be at my best for my omega.” He kissed my shoulder. “It’s late and you should get some sleep. Your heat just started and it’s going to be a long few days. I’ll clean you up when my knot deflates.”

“With your tongue?”

He chuckled and nipped my ear. “Not tonight. Sleep.”

There were so many things on my mind about how this was going to work with them having tour obligations and what was going to happen with Cal and Avery, but I fell asleep faster than I had in a long time.

I was finally with my pack, and if I had any say, I’d never leave their sides.

CHAPTEREIGHTEEN

Cal

I didn’t know what was wrong with me. One second, I was ready to punch Avery in the gut, the next I was licking his dick because Kara’s scent overwhelmed me when he’d been right there in front of me.

Fuck. I licked his dick.

Then I’d snapped, because holy mother of all things knotty, she tasted amazing, and it hadn’t even been from the source.

Just the thought of licking her slick cunt made me growl and start to try to get up from the couch where I was sandwiched between Avery and Alvaro.

I bared my teeth but sat back, crossing my arms over my chest so I didn’t attack them. I’d already fought enough, and them together was enough to stop my slightly feral ass from running down the length of the bus and taking what was mine.

“Tate is alone with her. He could be hurting her.” Just as the words left my lips, we heard a faint cry of pleasure through the two closed doors, and I tried to jump up again.

Alvaro grabbed a handful of my hair and forced me to look at him. He was more pissed off than I’d ever seen him.“Do not move from this couch.”

I hated that Alvaro’s alpha bark had become effective again. On one hand, that meant our bond was healing, but on the other, it meant he could boss us around.

Gizmo got up from his dog bed and trotted over to me, putting his head on my knee. He always knew when I needed comfort, and I stroked his head.

Anya, who was sitting at the kitchen table at her laptop, took her noise-canceling headphones off. “I found a cabin rental about two and a half hours south. It’s right on our path to the next concert venue which is another half hour away. Lots of acreage for privacy. We can get the keys at eleven. Want me to book it?”

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