Page 37 of The Omega Lesson

“And I’ll knock you on your arse if you go near her without a guard.”

The two brothers glare at each other, but Jack is watching me with troubled eyes. I press my face to his thigh, doubts making my head even hazier. “But I thought I was an omega right now. Doesn’t switching make a difference?”

“It doesn’t say,” Travis answers from his corner. “But do you want to risk it?”

My omega wants to scratch his eyes out, but I take a deep breath, and flip over, facing Ben. Noah has given him the mouthguard, but I shake my head. “You don’t need it. I won’t lock you.” They’re smart enough to work out why I’m so certain of the fact, but I’m way past being subtle. “Richard didn’t like my lock. I’ve had plenty of practice keeping it under control.”

“Your ex sounds like a dickhead,” Ben grounds out, then brushes a hand down my cheek. There’s frustration in his eyes, but also something that looks like pity. And I’m not surprised when he says, “But we should use them, just to be safe.”

“If that’s what you want.” I roll back to my knees, this time staying on all fours as Ben gently rocks inside me. For a moment, I hate my designations – both alpha and omega – and I let my hair hang down to hide my face. But Jack sweeps it back, his tongue flicking against my lips. I open for him with a small moan, and when my tongue brushes his, he captures it, taking deep, drugging sucks until my head spins.

When he pulls back, his dark eyes are hooded with heat. “You’re going to wreck us, Lexi love. Probably best we take all the precautions we can.”

I know he’s just trying to soothe my hurt feelings, but I find it a little easier to smile back at him. And as my heat builds under my skin, I keep him close, licking over the bonding mark on his throat until Ben is cursing with every thrust. It seems to magnify the pleasure in their bond, and I shoot Jack a wicked grin as I suck hard on the bite.

“Going to come, sweetheart,” Ben pants, his hips slamming into mine. “You want my knot?”

“I want them all,” I grind out, my mouth moving down Jack’s body. He’s lost his pants, but he’s still in his boxers, and he groans as I mouth his cock through the fabric. “Let me drink you while Ben knots me.”

“Fuck yes!” He doesn’t even get his boxers off before I’m swallowing him down. Whatever gag reflex I had was gone, my sole focus on taking his alpha cum. Ben is still pounding into me, either edging himself, or waiting to come with his mate. The last of my inhibitions fall away and I let myself melt between them, surrendering to my rising haze.

And then Ben’s knot is stuffed inside me, my pussy fluttering wildly, and Jack is kissing me hard as his cum drips from my lips.

But I need more, more, more…

“Is she okay?” Mattie is struggling up from sleep, his eyes wide as he takes us in. “What the fuck is with the mouthguards, you freaks?”

He sounds so affronted, I laugh. But I don’t let them explain, falling on Mattie and worshipping his cock until he roars. As soon as Ben’s knot deflates, I’m riding Mattie into the mattress, Noah playing with my nipples as Jack strums my clit. My frenzy feeds their rut, and soon we’re a filthy, grunting mess. But even when I’m bent over with Jack slamming into my gushing core, I keep my lock under rigid control. I tell myself it’s just easier to move from knot to knot, but the truth is, I’ve got something to prove to those dark eyes glinting in the corner.

And then he’s on his feet, prowling towards us as Jack swells against my overstretched slit.

“You’re doing so good,” Mattie is whispering in my ear. “Look at you taking these alphas and draining them dry.”

But I’m not. Mattie’s praise might make me flush all over, but it’s Travis I’m watching. I know about prey, and waiting them out. And from the way his pants are bulging, I know he’s close to giving in…

He wants me.I can see it in his eyes and smell it in the air. Jack wasn’t wrong about feeling everything as an omega. And right now, Travis Lyall needs me as much as I need him.

So, I reach for him, some part of me lighting up like a candle in the dark as he takes my hand.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

“Travis!” His name is a purr in my throat. “Please. I need you, too.”

But he’s already turning away, walking straight past his corner and out the door. I stare down at my hand, and the small pink mouthguard in my palm.

Noah

The Lyalls aren’t known for our emotional intelligence.

Great hair. Charity donations. More land than God.

Those things keep the gossip hacks twittering. But knowing the right thing to say to a devastated girl when your dick of a brother rejects her during her heat?

I have nothing.

Doesn’t stop me, though, from crawling over to her and plucking her off Jack’s sagging knot. He looks as helpless as I feel, and even Ben is frozen in shock as he stares at the door.

But I have a secret weapon. A magic elixir that’s so potent, it can mend even the most stomped-on heart.

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