Page 74 of Broken Omega

I fuck him until he’s trembling under me, ready to collapse.

Then, I slow down, so close to the edge and ready to come that if he made the smallest movement, the tiniest gasp, I’d lose control in seconds.

I can’t relax yet. I need to know something, and it needs to be now, while River’s more open.

“The girl we met last night,” I murmur.

“The Omega,” he corrects me, his tone a little cold.

“She’s our mate, River. Tell me you felt that.”

“I … I felt something,” he says, clearly uncertain.

“I swear, River, she’s fated for us. All of us.”

I close my eyes when he doesn’t respond.

“I pictured you with her, claiming her,” I tell him. “I imagined her pinned under you while I fucked this tight, slick-covered ass.”

He sucks in a breath. “You saw her with me?”

“I saw her spread her legs for you. I saw me fucking you deeper into her.”

“Holy fuck,” he mutters, clearly aroused by the idea.

“I saw her begging for your mark, River.”

Those sapphire eyes desperate with need, fixed entirely on River, her sultry voice full of hunger as she begs him to sink his teeth into her slender throat.

That’s the image that sticks in my head as I fill my mate with my cum.

The sexy, blonde Omega pinned under us, showing River how wanted he truly is, how loved.

“You really think she’ll want to be with all of us?” River asks, as if he can’t quite believe it.

“I know she will,” I tell him, convinced of it.

Alphas are supposed to be the ones who run on instinct, but Frost is too worried about losing what we have to trust his instincts fully right now. I know that girl belongs with us, and as long as River knows that means him, too, then everything’s going to work out just fine.

I don’t care how impossible Frost thinks the situation is. She’s meant for us.

I move back, and he turns to face me, moving out of the way of the wet patch in the middle of the bed. I lay down in it, not caring if it’s cold now or that I’m getting my Omega’s cum all over me. It’s not the first time and it definitely won’t be the last. I tug the sheets back up over us and rest my head on my hand, pushing it slightly above the pillow. His head rests on his pillow, tilted slightly so he can meet my gaze with his dark eyes.

“You really think she’s mine, as well as yours and Frost’s?” he asks, as if he’s trying to wrap his head around the idea. The frown on his face reminds me he has no damn idea how utterly delicious he is.

“Oh, she’s definitely yours,” I tell him. “Just don’t call her Cherry.”

“Isn’t her name Brooke?”

“It is, but I like Cherry better. She looks like a Cherry to me.”

Smiling, he shakes his head at me. “Just don’t go inviting her to spread her legs for me before we’ve gotten to know her, okay?”

I laugh. “I’m not that thirsty. Come on.”

“I don’t know,” he says, a shy smirk on his lips.

“You’re fucking adorable, you know that?”

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