Page 52 of Their Perfect Omega

I stopped my assault on her clit and kissed the center of her back.“Are you okay?”

“Yes.” She collapsed the rest of the way onto Alvaro, and he wrapped his arms around her.

Well, this is awkward.

I was stuck on my knees behind her, partially impaling her and unable to slip my dick out without hurting both of us. The tip of my dick was sandwiched between Alvaro’s knot and her walls.

“Can we maybe... go to our sides? My knees are starting to hurt. Or I can try to pull out.” I winced, hoping that wasn’t the option she chose.

“Let’s roll to the left, on the count of three.” Alvaro counted and then, by some miracle, we pressed our bodies together to stay connected.

“You did so well taking both of us.” I stroked Kara’s arm and then her hip. “And Alvaro did so well sharing you with me.”

She sighed contentedly and rested her hands on Alvaro’s chest. “More sharing, less arguing.”

Alvaro lifted his head so he could see me. “You good?”

I reached for our bond and let him in. It was still taking a conscious effort to do it when, for so long, we’d all held our emotions close.

He did the same, and our combined happiness made me grin. It had been a long time since I’d felt that myself, let alone from one of my pack mates.

She was everything to our pack, and I felt cautiously optimistic she was going to be ours forever.

CHAPTERNINETEEN

Alvaro

We were all exhausted after having a concert and several hours of heat sextivities. I’d never slept so hard in my life until whimpers woke me sometime mid-morning for another round.

Cal and I had fallen asleep with Kara snuggled between us, and I was surprised Tate and Avery hadn’t returned. They had been mad when I suggested they go sleep in the bunks and let me take care of her for a while.

But now? Now I wished I hadn’t sent them away because I could have used a few more hours of sleep.

After taking care of our girl, she drifted off back to sleep and I got up, feeling a bit dizzy and unsteady on my feet. We all needed food and hot showers.

I peeked out of the curtains to see we were parked at a rest stop. It wasn’t ideal, but we were parked away from the trucks at least. Jonathan probably hadn’t slept at all knowing him.

Never could I have imagined this was what would happen. Kara wasn’t due to have another heat for at least a month, but just seeing us had set her off. That both boosted my already overinflated ego and worried me.

Cal yawned and sat up. “What’s wrong?” he whispered.

“Nothing. I’ll find some food and see how long it will be until we can check in at the cabin.” I walked over to a bag by the door where Anya had left us water bottles and tossed Cal one before grabbing one for myself.

This wasn’t how her first heat with us was supposed to be. We had the perfect spot in our house, nestled away in an alcove that was supposed to be a seating area of the main bedroom. The room had gone untouched for years, but after Kara went back to her compound, we gutted it and redid it as a surprise we’d hopefully soon be able to show her.

A nest in the back of our tour bus or in some strange cabin in the woods brought a growl to my chest and I sucked down almost the entire bottle of water to stifle it. If my mom, who was an omega, knew about this, she would have thrown a chancla right at my head.

Kara deserved better than this. Life with a band was not the life for an omega, and maybe everyone had been right in not letting us participate in the match again.

I slid the door open to the bunk area and gently shut it behind me. Avery was still sleeping, a soft snore coming from where his scent was. Tate was awake, talking softly on his phone.

The right thing to do would be to let him know of my presence, but instead, I listened, because who the fuck would he be talking to?

“I’m not just throwing it all away... no, all I said was that we might need to cancel the show tomorrow night... we’re tired... the fans will just have to understand that we are human beings... we have never canceled a show before... that’s not fair... you’d really do that to your own son?... Oh, so I’m only your son when it’s convenient for you... I’m not being stubborn, you’re being an asshole... fine.”

I squeezed the bridge of my nose. Tate’s father, Marcus Carter, was vice president of ABO Entertainment... our record label. At first, it had been amazing having someone to guide us, but now that we were older and more hardened by the industry, we realized we were idiots for listening to him.

We were worth a lot of money to the record label, and they had not been happy when we’d put our foot down about shuffling our schedule so we could hopefully participate in Omega Match and have time with Kara.

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