Page 119 of Choosing Their Omega

Chapter 37

Lily

Cruz’s cock pulses against my back in response to my words. He grips my chin, turning my head to devour my lips with a bruising kiss.

“Brace your hands on either side of the mirror,” he instructs.

I do it, bending at the waist in a way that makes me feel sultry and beautiful, and he runs his hands over me before finally gripping my hips. My slick trickles down my thighs as I watch him adjust his stance, widening his legs to line our bodies up perfectly—and then he drives into me.

In the mirror, my reflection drops her mouth open, a look of pure bliss filling her expression. The three Alphas behind us have their gazes locked on us, and I can see all of them watching as Cruz begins to fuck me.

Everything feels heightened, even more intense than it usually does when they claim me, and I can feel it in the way Cruz moves. He’s not holding anything back at all, and every thrust feels as if he’s trying to leave a permanent imprint on my body. My breasts sway with the impact, and little gasping breaths fall from my lips.

“Could fuck you for days,” Cruz mutters, sliding a hand around to work my clit. “Nothing has ever felt as good as this. Want to stay buried inside you forever. I love you so much.”

I nod, gasping out, “I love you too.”

The words are breathy, and it takes effort to speak. His skilled fingers have little sparks dancing behind my eyelids every time I blink, and my legs start to shake as an orgasm builds inside me like an earthquake.

When I come, I throw my head back with a loud cry, and Cruz echoes the sound with a ragged shout of his own. He pulls me upright, pinning my upper body against his chest, as his knot swells deep inside me. Heat floods my core as he drops his head, his mouth finding my neck.

Then he bites.

There’s a sting of pain as he breaks the skin, but it’s washed away by the rush of euphoria that follows. I don’t know what I’m saying or what sounds I’m making, so lost in the delirium of being knotted and bitten by him.

My climax drags on and on, and it’s several minutes before I’m able to see straight again. I blink weakly as Cruz unclenches his jaw and pulls away, leaving a fresh bite mark on my skin, tinged red with blood.

The sight of it makes my stomach flutter with an almost giddy feeling.

Cruz meets my eyes in the mirror, his gaze flicking down to my neck. “You look so damn good wearing my mark.”

Then he drags his tongue over the bite, lapping up the smear of blood. I jerk as every nerve ending in my body responds, my legs nearly giving out beneath me as pleasure zips through me.

“Oh… my… god.”

I clench around his knot, and he groans, lapping at my bite mark again and making me shudder all over.

We stay like that for a while, locked in a feedback loop of pleasure that I never want to leave, until finally, his knot loosens and deflates.

He pulls out, spinning me around to face him so that he can kiss me properly—a slow, deep kiss that has his hands buried in my hair and our tongues sliding sensually together.

By the time we break apart, I’m dazed and overwhelmed. I have no idea how my body is going to be able to handle that kind of intense overload of sensations and emotions three more times. But I know I want it.

Gently, Cruz turns me to face his pack mates, releasing me from his hold.

Sharing me with them, the way they always do.

Lawson is the one who steps forward this time, and he doesn’t waste a single second. Scooping me up, he lifts me easily into his arms and carries me to the bed. I cling to him, loving the feel of being held by him.

When he sets me down on the edge of the mattress, his gaze drops to the mess between my legs where a mixture of cum and slick is seeping from me.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he tells me, pulling off his shirt before shucking his pants and boxer briefs. “The look on your face when Cruz bit you… goddamn, Lily. It was so fucking beautiful.”

“I want you to bite me too,” I breathe, gazing up at him. “I love you so much.”

His brown eyes gleam like melted chocolate as he drags his hands down my thighs. “I think I started falling in love with you the day I met you, beautiful. And now I’m so far gone for you that I wouldn’t even know what to do with my heart if you didn’t want it. Because it’s yours, entirely.”

I bite my lip, blinking away more tears as he bends my knees, pressing them up toward my chest. I’m nearly folded in half like this, my dripping pussy on full display for him and his pack mates—but I like it. There’s no embarrassment or shyness, and as he starts to press inside me, I drop my gaze to watch.

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