Page 208 of Broken Omega

“I want your mark, too,” I tell him. “But I need Frost to mark me first.”

He growls lightly and kisses my shoulder, sucking my skin lightly into his mouth before letting it go.

“The second he marks you …” Kellan murmurs.

“We get to mark you,” Brooke finishes for him, her gaze on my throat.

She moves her hands up my body while Kellan kisses my upper back, and I want to melt into their touches. I’m torn between them right now, impaled on Kellan’s knot while I fuck Brooke’s tight wet pussy as hard as Kellan decides he wants it.

Right now, he’s slowing down, making every movement feel stretched out.

I want both of their marks, desperately, but I need Frost and Donnie to give me theirs, first.

The marks on my thighs don’t count. They need to be on my throat, where they’re visible.

I don’t want to hide who I am anymore. That includes the fact that I’m an Omega.

It’s not shameful like my parents made me believe. I know now my mother lied about who my father was, and that’s probably why the guy I called dad hated me so damn much. That part of my life is over. It’s been over for a very long time.

It took me a while to really let it go, but now that I know I can have the kind of life I always wished for, I’m finally ready to bury my past and walk away from it. No looking back.

I want that better life I was given when I met Frost and Donnie.

I want to hold on tight, and never let it go.

These are my mates. This is my pack.

I’m ready for it to be official.

FROST

Alaundry-list of excuses flood my thoughts the second Donnie walks into my bedroom, but none of them make it past my lips. He knows. He can see it on my face, or his instincts are picking it up like usual. Whatever it is, my Beta and the first true mate I’ve ever known can tell that I’m not with our Omega who needs me because I’m afraid.

“It’s been a crazy day,” he starts, giving my excuses for me, “And no-one was expecting River to go into heat this suddenly, but it happened, and he needs you.”

“I know,” I admit.

“Everything’s been happening so fast we all could use a minute,” he adds.

“Even you?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

He laughs. “Well, maybe not me, but we all know how thirsty I can be.”

“This has nothing to do with sex.”

“You’re right. It’s an instinct thing, and you’ve been ignoring yours for too long,” Donnie tells me.

Shaking his head, he moves to stand in front of me at the side of the bed.

“Tell me you know that?” he asks, watching me carefully.

I can’t help but frown as I think about it.

He’s right. He’s always right.

“I knew River didn’t really want to become a paramedic,” I confess, feeling like an idiot. “I thought he’d admit it on his own when he was ready, but I ignored the instinct that told me he wouldn’t. That I’d have to speak to him about it.”

“You were worried about talking to him about what he wanted to do?”

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