Page 120 of Broken Omega

“And their cheerleaders?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“A girl’s allowed to like more than one flavor of ice cream, Kellan.”

Holy fuck. She likes women, as well as men.

“You’re a unicorn.”

She narrows her eyes suspiciously. “Is that some kind of slang I’m not aware of?”

I definitely can’t tell her Lana called her that. They’re friends, and I’m pretty sure Lana would kill me. I really don’t want to be murdered, especially when my killer would absolutely move in on my girl afterward.

“No, I just meant you’re rare. You could have gotten a football team and their cheerleaders for your pack, if you really wanted. You still could.”

Her eyes widen. “You’d let me have that many mates?”

“I’d let you have anything that made you happy.”

I mean it, too. I wasn’t sure I would until I said it out loud.

I can’t say I don’t have some reservations about how a pack situation’s going to work, but I know those EMTs belong to her as much as I do, and I’m not about to demand she choose between us.

Brooke stares at me. “You’re serious.”

“I know you’re going to take those paramedics as mates, Brooke. I already knew I was willing to share to be with you.”

“Fuck,” she murmurs. “I’m not a unicorn, Kellan. You are.”

She tugs me down until I’m close enough to kiss, her fingers curling through my hair as she crushes her mouth against mine.

I don’t know how I feel about being likened to a mythical creature, but my mate can give me whatever pet-names she wants. I’m all hers. Even if she’s not completely all mine.

BROOKE

Kellan is everything I dreamt about and so much more. He’s so perfect, I’m half convinced this is still a dream, and I’m going to wake up on the floor of the ballroom at the academy, where Edith Merritt is shouting at me to get on my feet. It would make more sense than finding out the first guy I perfumed for is completely open to me having more than one true mate.

None of the Alphas at Goldcrest would ever agree to something like that.

But my Alpha has, and I know Frost and Donnie will agree to sharing me, too. They were open to sharing me with each other, and they feel like they’re already pack. They might even be lovers.

The thought of that makes my pussy clench around Kellan’s knot.

I grind into his slow thrusts, making him push a little deeper.

I slick my tongue over his and moan lightly into his mouth.

We’ve been fucking for so damn long now that I know my pussy’s going to be raw when we’re done. My heat feels like it’s starting to wane, but I’m too close to coming again to let his knot go down.

I grind a bit harder, and it starts to happen.

My lips break away from his. The intensity of the climax is high. The swell of euphoria that hits is like a shot of pure, unfiltered pleasure that crashes over me in waves.

“You’re coming again,” he murmurs.

My eyes are closed, but I can feel him watching my face.

He loves to make me come. He loves to watch it happen.

I wonder if he’ll watch this intently when it’s someone else’s turn to make me moan.

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