Page 159 of Broken Omega

I open my eyes, ready to tell him he doesn’t need to.

He’s staring at us, lust starting to burn through his body.

I know if I dropped my gaze to his crotch, I’d see the outline of his cock straining to be released from his boxer briefs. He’s thought about knotting me. He’s thinking about it again, now.

It makes me think about it, too.

His gaze rises to meet mine, and he moves forward silently, kneeling down on the mattress at my left side. Feeling his acceptance to Donnie’s invitation is enough to tip me over the edge.

I let out a low moan as my cum splashes over my stomach in thick threads.

Kellan moves closer to kiss my lips softly, and Donnie moves down and runs his tongue over a splash of my cum, groaning in pleasure at the taste.

I kiss Kellan back and he moves away, not deepening the kiss like I expect him to.

He moves down and brings his tongue out over the closest slash of cum, making soft noises of pleasure as he licks it into his mouth. Just seeing the wet sheen on his lips makes me so fucking horny that I’m hard again in seconds.

“This doesn’t feel slow,” I whisper.

“I was wrong about that,” he admits. “I know what I want. We both know what we want.”

There’s no doubt in him, now. Everything that happened today changed things.

“You’ll claim me?” I ask, my heart racing at the thought of taking his knot.

“I’ll claim you,” he confirms, glancing at Donnie who moves back.

“I’ll let you two—” Donnie starts, before Kellan surprises us both.

He sits up and leans over me, wrapping one arm around Donnie’s neck. The kiss he gives is slow and heated. I can tell how much he means it, and I watch in stunned silence as he makes Donnie tremble under his touch. I can feel how much my Beta wants this. How much he fucking needs it.

I thought I was the needy one, but Donnie feels just as desperate to be with Kellan as I am.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Kellan tells him firmly when he breaks the kiss.

“We’re … I mean, I don’t think we’re fated,” Donnie mutters, as he looks Kellan in the eyes.

“Do we need to be fated?” he asks. “I want to choose you.”

“Choose me?” Donnie murmurs. “You want me as a chosen mate?”

Kellan nods. There’s no hint of hesitation, no doubt in his feelings.

He means it. He wants us both, even if he’s not fated for Donnie.

“If you’re not sure—” Kellan starts.

Donnie shuts him up with another kiss. I can’t help the slow smile that spreads on my face as they make out. True mates might be rare, but sometimes a chosen mate can feel even more special.

My Beta is used to looking after me, like Frost.

We try to look after him, too, but he’s just better at that stuff.

This feels different. Kellan will be protective and caring as his Alpha and his mate, in ways that Frost doesn’t know how to be.

I know how happy that will make him, and I know how much harder it’ll make Frost try to be better.

Donnie breaks the kiss, his expression kind of dazed.

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