Page 158 of Broken Omega

“He told you that?” Donnie asks, as he gets under the covers beside me.

I nod. “This isn’t what he expected when he met Brooke. He had the classic true mate mindset.”

“Ah. The one true mate mindset.”

“A lot of people have that, if they even believe in true mates.”

“True. How are you feeling about it?”

“I’m okay,” I tell him. “There’s so much going on it makes sense to give it time.”

Donnie wraps his arm around me, and kisses my cheek, my jawline, my neck.

“Maybe I won’t share you with him. He isn’t sure what he wants, he can miss out.”

His hand strokes down my chest and slips inside my shorts.

“Donnie …” I start, moaning softly when he closes his fingers around my half-mast cock.

“Any man or woman would be a fool not to claim you the instant they knew you belonged to them,” he whispers close to my ear. “I know you belong with me, and I’m not in a sharing mood, River. He’s going to have to get past me if he wants you now. I’ll decide if he’s worthy.”

Holy fucking hell.He’s not kidding. Donnie can seem playful, and a lot of the time he is, but when he’s serious about something, he doesn’t let it go.

“What will you make him do?” I ask, as he teases my dick back to life.

“Hmm,” Donnie murmurs as he looks at my lips. “Maybe I’ll make him watch me pleasure you until he’s desperate to taste your sweet cum. You know your perfume has been getting stronger since we met Brooke, and you taste even sweeter than you already did.”

“I noticed,” I admit. “She’s been good for us.”

I’ve already decided I’m done with the suppressants I’ve been taking. I’m not going to try to live like I’m a Beta anymore, and that’s thanks to Brooke.

She’s made me feel a little bolder, and she’s going to soften Frost’s rough edges.

She might even keep Donnie occupied when Kellan’s ready to claim me.

Donnie pumps my cock in his hand, making me lose the capacity to think straight.

He nudges the sheets until they fall away.

My slick comes in, and my perfume gets stronger.

“Oh, fuck, you smell so damn good,” Donnie breathes, arousal in his stare while he speeds up his movements. “I’m going to make a mess, but I’ll make sure I clean up every last drop.”

“You’d better,” I warn him, my eyelids fluttering closed as the sound of the shower shuts off in the bathroom.

Donnie’s expert touch gets me off quicker than anything, and he knows it.

“Push down your shorts,” he tells me.

I do as I’m told, as if Donnie is my Alpha. When Frost isn’t around, he might as well be.

That’s going to change with Kellan around.

I’ll have two Alphas to officially take care of soon enough.

I feel it when Kellan steps back into the room. My eyes are closed, but I can feel his nervous energy.

“Our Omega’s about to make a mess of himself,” Donnie tells him. “Come help me get him cleaned up.”

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