Page 129 of Broken Omega

“Fuck, you taste good, Cherry.”

She smiles up at him before she looks back at me.

There’s a hint of trepidation in her eyes as she meets my steady gaze.

She’s an Omega. She can sense the uncertainty that’s lingering in me.

River can always tell when something’s bothering me. He doesn’t say a word, but I see it in his eyes.

Brooke has that same razor-sharp perception of emotional states.

I’m going to have to make an admission or two before she’s ready to do this.

I look at Donnie, and he gently lets go of her, giving her time to steady herself before he releases his grasp completely.

She hugs herself as she looks me over, appraising and appreciating.

Her mind is a little clouded right now. Heats are supposed to be intense.

She’s craving Alpha cock, and I’m standing in front of her with exactly what she needs.

Still, she isn’t telling me she’s ready.

And that’s on me.

“I have no doubts about you,” I tell her. “I knew you were mine the moment I saw you, and I only hesitated then because of River. And I’m only having mixed feelings now because of your other Alpha.”

“Kellan,” she says, her eyes lighting up as she tells me his name.

“Right. Kellan. He’s not pack. We’re pack.” I gesture to my pack mates.

Her eyes widen, and I glance back to see Donnie’s naked, and he’s sinking to his knees in front of River, clearly getting ready to worship our mate’s cock with his mouth.

She looks back at me. “I like that you’re pack.”

I can’t help but smile. “I thought you might. What about Kellan?”

“What about … Oh.” She nods. “I don’t know.”

“That’s all that’s worrying me. It doesn’t mean I don’t want to claim you. I do. It just might have been good if we could have had a chance to talk about it first. All of us, together.”

“We can still talk,” she says, putting her arms around me. “After. This is fated, Frost. We’re meant to be together. You’re not supposed to question fate.”

She’s right. I’m questioning fate’s plan. I let out a laugh.

Rising onto the tips of her toes, she kisses the side of my throat.

“Now stop trying to vex the universe and just come knot your mate.”

“Yes, my mate,” I answer her, releasing my worries and lifting her off her feet.

I bring her to the couch and lay her down, perfectly positioned to watch my pack mates play while we claim each other. Her eyes light up as she turns her head slightly, and River lets out a gasp.

Donnie can deep throat, and it’s always fun to watch.

I move between Brooke’s legs, and she looks up at me.

“Are you ready?” I ask.

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