Page 177 of Stolen Omega

“I don’t know.” He shrugs as he steals a chip from her plate. “Maybe we should all give you cute nicknames.”

“No way,” she says, picking up a chip before he can snatch it. “Because I am so not coming up with nicknames for all of you.”

Dale laughs. “You wouldn’t have to.”

“Are you kidding? Or course I would have to. I can’t let you guys put in all the effort.”

“I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that,” Dale teases her. “You’ll be putting in plenty of effort in other ways.”

“Dale!” she gasps, flushing brightly.

I can barely hide my smile when she glances at me, as if she’s checking whether I’ve been shocked by his insinuation. Maybe I should be, but I’m not. I was already expecting to share her affections with Archer, and I know Omegas who need packs usually enjoy spending time with all their mates at the same time.

I give her a shrug as I pick up my plate. “He’s not wrong.”

Her mouth drops open, and my smile comes out.

“Sorry, Zey, but that was too good to pass up,” I murmur as I lean in and kiss her on the cheek.

She gives me a decidedly unimpressed stare, then her smile gets wicked, and she glances at Dale.

“Well, I’m not the only Omega in the room, so I’m not the only one who’ll be putting in a lot of effort.”

Dale nods. “Fair point. But also, it’s not just Omegas who need to put in an effort.”

I laugh. “Maybe we should change the subject before it starts getting you two stirred up. I might be capable of putting in an effort, but I’m no Alpha.”

“Are you insinuating that this conversation is making us wet?” Dale asks, clearly enjoying himself.

“Oh my God,” Zey murmurs. “I have a feeling lunch might be postponed.”

Dale moves closer to her, and places a hand on her leg, just below her knee, where the material of her skirt ends. He moves so he’s mostly behind her as he grips the bottom of her skirt, bunching the material in one fist.

Her eyes darken before she turns her head to gaze at him, and I put down my plate to avoid dropping it.

“One of us is definitely getting ready to take a big, fat Alpha knot,” Dale murmurs as he pulls up her skirt a few inches and swipes his fingers over one glistening thigh.

He holds those fingers up for me, as if I can’t smell her perfumed slick from where I’m standing.

“Does it look like she’s ready for an Alpha yet? Or do we need to help her out?”

Zey moans softly, leaning back against him. He tugs her skirt up higher, exposing her pussy and making my dick so hard I can barely handle the tightness in my pants.

“Oh, we definitely need to help her out,” I murmur back, as I loosen my tie.

He leans in and kisses her throat, and his hand moves between her legs where he nudges them to make her part them wider before he starts to caress her slick-soaked clit. Watching him with her awakens a deep, desperate need inside me that I don’t want to contain.

I yank off my tie and move behind him, pressing up close and hearing him exhale sharply.

“Well, I can see Zey is ready, but what about you?” I ask as I put my hands on his hips.

“Oh, fuck,” he murmurs when I rub my hard shaft against his ass.

“That was what I was thinking,” I tell him, tugging open his pants.

They drop to the ground swiftly, and I have full access to rub one hand over his straining, wet-tipped cock while the other explores his slick-coated entrance. The faintest zing of pineapple joins Zey’s creamy coconut scent on the air, making my dick swell up even harder in my pants.

He’s started to perfume again … for me.

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