Page 178 of Stolen Omega

Zey groans in front of him, and I watch him tug her top down, seeing her breasts spill out in the reflective surface of the fridge in front of her. He covers one with his hand, while he continues to stroke her pussy with the other.

I rub my fingers over his cock softly and slowly, wanting to stretch out every moment of pleasure.

“If you want to make me come all over Zey’s ass, you’re getting pretty close,” Dale murmurs.

“How quickly will you get hard again?” I slow down even more while I wait for his answer.

“I … I can get hard again if you fuck me,” he answers, hissing out a breath close to Zey’s ear.

She groans louder. “You’re going to fuck?”

“We are,” I tell her, including her in that plan.

She tilts her head back over Dale’s shoulder, and I lean in to kiss her.

The briefest little peck on the lips is enough to know she’s pleased, and she’s about to be even more pleased when Dale’s buried inside her and I’m fucking him deep, thrusting him into her harder and harder. The thought of pleasing them both at once is utterly intoxicating.

“I’m coming,” Dale gasps out, before his hot, sweet spend soaks my fingers and makes Zey gasp as it hits the round globes of her sexy ass.

She cries out a second later, coming on his fingers and covering his hand in her scent.

I let go of his cock to taste his cum, finding the taste so light that I need to lick every finger clean to feel like I’ve captured his flavor on my tongue. Pumping the fingers of my other hand into his ass, I can tell he’s more than ready to take me.

I lower my licked-clean hand to the front of my pants and tear them open.

My cock springs out, and I get into position, ready to sink deep like he needs and demand his cock get hard again to please our female Omega.

Ours. Mine. Both of them belong with me, and everything in me wants to protect and please them.

This is as much a claiming as it was when I slept with Zey. I should probably make sure he knows it.

“Are you ready to be claimed as my mate?” I ask him, as the head of my cock rubs against his entrance. There are plenty of other things we could do if he doesn’t say yes, but I’m so fucking ready to make him mine that I hope to God he wants this as much as I do.

“God, yes,” Dale breathes out. “I’d let you mark me, too, if I didn’t have an Alpha.”

Hearing him say that makes my teeth tingle. I may not be an Alpha, but I like the thought of marking my mates. I’m glad to know they want it, too.

I thrust forward and wrap an arm around his waist.

He groans as I settle all the way in.

“Give me a second,” he murmurs. “It’s been a while.”

I stop moving, and Zey moves out of his grasp to sink to her knees in front of him.

She lets her clothes slip to the floor, and she sits there with her gaze drifting over us both as she starts to work his softening cock back to life with her hands.

He moans softly while she strokes him, beginning to push back against me and grind on my cock when she takes him slowly into her mouth, swallowing inch by inch until her cheeks are hollowed out and her movements up and down his length are controlling how hard and fast he grinds back on me.

This is so fucking close to what I’ve been dreaming about for months that I can barely handle it.

Ever since I felt Zey starting to fall in love with me.

I hoped this was what would happen between us once she knew Archer.

I’ve wanted them both for so damn long I can’t even remember a time when I didn’t.

Archer never made a move on me, but I hoped he was just waiting for her.

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