Page 201 of Stolen Omega

Dale gets up, letting the sheet drop away from his naked body. “We should be in the nest if we’re going to do this.”

“Well, the bed is big enough for all of us,” I tell Russ and Cam.

“I know,” Russ says, smiling at Dale.

They’ve both been with my Omega, and I’ve barely touched him.

We’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for.

I take his hand and lead him to the stairs.

Russ and Cameron follow us to the bedroom.

The door is closed, and I can hear Zoey moaning inside. The sound goes straight to my dick.

I open the door and step into the room, finding Archer on top of our mate.

Her expression is euphoric as he slowly knots her, a hand between them rubbing against her clit.

The room is full of her perfume, the bed scented with her slick.

I strip out of my clothes and turn to kiss Dale, ready to claim him as mine.

Zoey cries out, coming on Archer’s cock.

“Holy hell, she sounds good when she comes,” Dale murmurs, clearly distracted.

A grunt escapes Archer and he moves back from her. My gaze drifts to his cock and I’m left feeling a little stunned. I’m not exactly small, but he’s got the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.

“That’s what it looks like, without a knot?” Dale stares, practically drooling.

I turn his face to me. “Eyes on the Alpha who’s claiming you, please.”

“I might have gone hysterically blind. Wait. Wait. I think I’m recovering.”

Cam snorts as he steps into the room. Dale glances back at him, and I start to wonder how smart it really is to share the room. Dale’s already highly distractable. It’s going to feel a little weird if he’s pining for one of these other guys while I’m inside him.

He moves onto the bed beside Zoey, and she rolls onto her side, letting him kiss her.

We all stand around the bed watching them make out, as if it’s the hottest thing any of us have ever seen. It might be, especially when Zoey rolls on top of him, spreading her legs and sinking down onto his dick. She rocks on him, and he tugs her down harder onto him, his fingers grasping her ass.

“Holy fuck,” Russ murmurs, as he starts to undo his pants.

Dale gasps under Zoey, and the scent of his perfume gets stronger before she tosses her head back and cries out. They spend a few breathless moments entwined before Zoey moves off Dale’s cock, laying back down where she was, her spread legs making it obvious Dale just came inside her.

Archer doesn’t waste a second. He slips between her legs and starts eating her out, moaning like she tastes incredible. I don’t doubt that she does. Our Omegas are both perfuming now.

Their scents are combining to make something special.

Any breath I take now, it’s impossible to tell them apart.

Dale gazes up at me, and I move toward him, ready to claim him as mine.

I climb onto the bed and taste his cock.

Fucking hell. His taste is mixed with Zoey’s and they’re a perfect fucking match. It’s like sucking down the perfect flavor of frosting. I could never get enough of this.

“I need your knot,” Dale murmurs, reminding me that I brought him up here for a reason.

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