Page 71 of Choosing Their Omega

A short laugh bursts from Knox’s chest as he squeezes his knot, then slips out of my mouth. “I just came in to check on a load of laundry I started earlier. But this was a hell of a lot better than that.”

Cruz chuckles, pulling out of me as his knot begins to deflate. “It was a hell of a lot better than anything. This is one of the best moments of my life, hands down.”

“That’s high praise, beautiful.”

The sound of a new voice makes me jump a little, and I glance over to see Lawson standing with his back to the closed door of the laundry room, his muscled arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face.

When our gazes meet, he winks and adds, “Up until we met you, I’m pretty sure all of Cruz’s best moments involved being on the ice. It takes a lot to get his head out of the rink.” His brown eyes heat as his eyes roam over me. “But then again, I don’t think there’s a red-blooded Alpha in the world who could resist you right now. You look like you just got good and fucked. Is that what happened?”

I nod, straightening up with help from Knox and Cruz. “Yes.”

Lawson’s grin is both soft and sinful as he asks, “Did they take good care of you? Are you all sated?”

The air between us seems to pulse with an invisible current of energy, and I can feel cum dripping down my inner thighs as I shake my head. “They took very good care of me. But… I want more.”

I always want more, when it’s with you.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to say it, but that feels like a big admission. The attraction between us has been there from the beginning—or at least, I know it has been on my end—but now there’s a growing connection too, and it makes me crave them constantly.

Luckily, Lawson doesn’t need any more prompting. He prowls toward me, reaching up with one hand to shuck his shirt and then going for his pants. Unlike his two pack mates, he doesn’t even bother undressing completely. With his pants hanging low on his hips, he holds a hand up to my face.

“Can you help me out, beautiful?” he murmurs. “Get it nice and wet for me.”

A lick of heat curls through me as I realize what he’s asking for, and I shamelessly lick his palm, feeling sensual and wild as I drag my tongue over his skin. He reaches down to stroke himself, only tearing his gaze away from me for a second to glance at Cruz.

“Put her on the table,” he tells his pack mate. “Lay her out and spread her open for me. I want to mark her.”

Cruz and Knox move in tandem, bringing me over to the table that sits next to the washer. Ordinarily, it’s used for folding clothes and things like that, but as the two of them set me down on it, each gripping one of my thighs, it feels almost like they’re resting me on an altar.

I let my upper body sink back onto the table’s surface, looking up at Lawson as he steps forward to stand between my legs.

I’m totally exposed to him like this, my dripping core laid bare for his eyes, and I can tell he likes what he sees. The chocolate brown of his irises seems to darken, and he strokes his cock with firm, quick movements.

“The second I opened that door, I could smell you,” he murmurs roughly. “You smell so damn good when you’re getting fucked.”

Knox and Cruz make sounds of agreement, and I can feel their gazes on my body too, all three of the Alphas entirely focused on me. My heart feels like it’s tripping in my chest, and I don’t look away from Lawson as he works himself closer and closer to a climax.

“You ready for this?” he rasps, his fist moving faster.

I nod just as he grunts, and as the first spatter of his cum hits my pussy, my clit throbs. Another rope of cum lands on me, and the feel of it triggers a full body orgasm unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. I can’t even pinpoint the source of the pleasure. It fills me up like smoke, infusing every limb and making my skin tingle. More milky whiteness spatters over my stomach and thighs, and when Lawson is finally spent, he lets out a ragged breath.

I mirror the action, trying to get my heartbeat back to a normal rhythm.

“Oh my… wow,” I whisper, glancing from him to Cruz to Knox. “Is this what it would be like all the time if I become your Omega?”

Lawson laughs, bending over me to give a dirty, hungry kiss. “Oh, beautiful. You have no idea. This is just the tip of the iceberg.”

My brain short circuits as I try to imagine what the iceberg must be like if this is just the tip, and I sink my fingers into his hair as he nuzzles his face against my neck, staring up at the ceiling with my jaw hanging open a bit.

He straightens after a moment and helps me to my feet, holding my arms as I get my wobbly legs under me. I glance down at my body as Lawson steps back, and a laugh bubbles up in my chest.

“Oh my god,” I blurt. “Look at me. I’m an absolute mess.”

“I think you look great,” Lawson shoots back, eyeing my cum spattered skin with possessive heat.

I bite back a giddy grin, rolling my eyes at him as I glance around the space. We’re in a laundry room, we’re where things are supposed to get clean, but there’s actually not a lot in this room that I can use to clean myself off.

“What are we going to do?” I gesture at myself. “I’ve got to get cleaned up. I’m not going to let your sister see me like this, Cruz, I don’t care how funny you might find it.”

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