Page 214 of Broken Omega

“Yes, Alpha Frost,” I whisper, as I tug tighter on his cock, squeezing around Kellan’s at the same time and thrusting hard inside Frost.

Kellan gasps out a breath, and I feel his cum spilling into me as Frost makes a hot sticky mess of his chest and my hand. I feel pretty fucking powerful, having just made two Alphas come for me, but Frost’s wild groan is what sends me over the edge.

I come inside my true mate, and we collapse in a pile on the carpet of my bedroom, breathing like we just crossed the finish line at marathon. We’re all done for the day, now.

Kellan’s the first to get to his feet. He helps me up and Frost gets up on his own.

“Sleep?” I ask.

“I should shower,” Frost tells us, giving me a bemused smile.

I guess he’s kind of a mess compared to us.

“Which side?” Kellan asks, looking at the bed.

“There’s more room next to River.”

He lays down next to our male Omega, brushing his hair back from his closed eyes and wrapping an arm around him from behind. It’s so fucking cute. I stand there staring for a second before I realize they’re probably going to get cold in a while when the temperature drops.

I turn to my closet behind us and grab a fresh pile of sheets. I cover my mates up and then I get into bed behind Kellan, snuggling up behind him and putting my arm around him and River, both.

Kellan falls asleep quickly, as if touching River made him sleepy.

I’m tired, but I can’t relax fully until Frost is back in the room with us.

He comes back maybe ten minutes later and gets into bed next to Brooke.

I smile at him as he lays down and a few minutes later, he’s snoring and I’m halfway to passing out.

I didn’t think the bed would be big enough for all of us, but I guess I was wrong.

Somehow, we all fit, and I know we always will.

This is our home, and our nest.

It’s where we belong.

BROOKE

Four Months Later

It’s kind of funny how fast life moves when you have so much going on. Time felt like a curse at the academy. The minutes moved so damn slowly that time might as well have been going backwards.

In Crystal Lake, I have the complete opposite issue, and that’s actually a pretty awesome problem to have. It’s Christmas Eve and I’ve hung up my prosthetics-making apron to put on my cookie-baking apron, because as River and I discovered a couple months ago, no one cares if they look a bit creepy as long as they taste good.

“Should we do Christmas gravestones, or Christmas bats?” River asks, showing me the cutters.

“Hmm. I think we should do both. We can put Scrooge’s name on the gravestones and use coconut shavings like they’re snow, maybe?”

“We have a lot of edible glitter, so we should make the bats look like tree ornaments,” River says. “I guess we could also make cookies that are just round and make those look like baubles.”

“That sounds really cute.”

I love it when he starts coming up with stuff. He’s still in the ‘working out what he wants to do with his life’ phase of things, but I think he’s getting closer to discovering his true passion. He’s creative at heart, and I do everything I can to encourage that.

“What sounds really cute?” Kellan asks, as he steps into the kitchen in his work gear, which consists of jeans and a shirt.

It’s midday, so we should have guessed he’d be down from his home office to forage for treats when we started to pull out the baking supplies. He pretty much insisted on building a second level on the house within a couple of weeks of moving in, because he needed an office, and we needed a couple spare bedrooms. Honestly, there are usually only a couple of beds being slept in at night, at most. The other rooms are pretty much for storage.

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