Page 13 of Omega's Reign

Beckett’s tongue pushes away my thoughts, and I tighten my muscles at the sensation, the pleasure ripping a moan from me. It’s as if he already knows my body and exactly what to do to set me off.

I reach for his hair and lock it in my fingers, guiding him to stay exactly where I want until my orgasm explodes through me like a molten wave of ecstasy. I gasp and scream, knowing it’s exactly what he wants to hear. It’s what will push him forward to have sex with me. To give me his knot.

Beckett drags his hands up my pelvis and squeezes my breasts, fingering my nipples and rubbing them. He bites his lip, drinking me in. I breathe heavily, my mouth parted until he kisses me. I cling onto him, guiding him closer, feeling the weight of his body on mine.

His cock throbs between my legs, the soft pulse and heat of his skin zinging electric bolts to my very core.

I hook my legs around his hips, digging the heels of my feet into his bare ass, not even caring that his pants aren’t all the way off. That he still wears a shirt.

With one hand, he grabs at the fabric and pulls his shirt over his head, his muscles cording in his other arm as he holds himself above me. I can barely wait. I feel as if I’ll die if another second passes before he’s inside me. I’m wet with my desire, my body demanding my alpha satiate me in a way I have never experienced before.

“My brother has been preparing you for this moment, hasn’t he? Has he been gentle?” Beckett purrs the words, his voice vibrating across my cheek before he sucks my earlobe into his mouth. “Has he left his mark?”

I roll my hips beneath him, trying to align our bodies, silently begging him to push inside me. “He has. I’m ready for you now. I need my alpha. I want to feel your knot.”

“I’ll make you ache.”

“That’s what I want.”

He growls and aligns his hard cock, pushing his tip inside, the girth thicker than his brother. I intake a sharp breath at my body stretching to accommodate him. He kisses me, slowly, gently gliding inside, my slick lubricating me in a way that it only hurts for a second before the pain turns into complete pleasure and I rock my hips, getting him to push deeper.

“You feel incredible. So damn wet. Hot.” Beckett rocks his body, gliding in and out of me, as he kisses my lips, moving to my jaw, to my neck. My shoulder tingles with his lips, and he sucks my skin, leaving a hickey.

I nip his skin, returning his affection, losing myself in everything that we are together as an omega with my alpha. With the one person who can satiate me on a deep-seated level beyond the intimacy of sex. This is more than that. This is an unbreakable connection. One we have both worked hard to create, our bodies now tangled, our minds in sync. Our hearts a perfect reflection of each other, beating in the same rhythm.

I moan and dig my nails into his back, his body pumping deeper and faster, his lips more forceful, his desire turning palpable that I feel it beyond just our devotion.

“Are you ready for my knot?” Beckett asks, slowing down just enough to help me breathe.

“Yes. Fucking yes!” I scream with a moan at the same time his cock swells between my legs, the pressure intensifying until another orgasm floods through me, triggered by his. He bites my neck hard enough to make me bleed and to remind me exactly of the pleasure he gives me.

My vision darkens, my breath hard to catch, and Beckett whispers how much he loves me. How honored he is to be my alpha. To be the one I chose. And how he could never live without me. How he will devote his entire existence to our pack and our future together.

We stay locked together, our bodies now as one and unable to part until we both get our fill. I listen to Beckett’s breathing, his heart beating, and I kiss him until his knot finally releases me, his seed dripping between my legs, blending with my slick, making me all too aware of what I’m missing since I’ve been taking suppressants.

Now I realize how much I want a family with Beckett. With Jordan, Isaiah, and Wesley. And I have to fight for it. This was exactly what I needed to push me forward. Platinum Shores will not fall during my reign. It will thrive. We will all thrive.

7

Worthy

Holly

I squeeze Beckett’s fingers, standing tall by his side as we enter the dining room. The long table is filled with both the alphas of Platinum Shores and their omegas. None of the girls look up from their plates, completely broken by the sides of the men who ensured they would be obedient breeders.

My stomach twists.

My heart aches for them.

A blip of fear steals my breath away at the realization that their lives could’ve been a reflection of mine. I could’ve been in their place.

I force the thought away. I can’t think about the Righteous Waters Pack and how they managed to send one of their members to intimidate me. I should’ve known they’d somehow escape a lifetime imprisonment. Because what other reason would the courts—the Pack Regimes of Calico Proper—have to keep them locked away?

But I’m angry they didn’t tell us. I should’ve been more prepared. The disrespect leaves me filled with rage unlike anything I have ever experienced. Even more so than when my father had told me exactly how little he thought of my life when he betrothed me to these wicked men who would have gotten off on seeing me suffer.

“Gentlemen, you may take your seats,” I say, speaking up before Beckett can address the alphas. “I know things have been a little tense around here, but it seems that everything is in order now. The threat has been placated and we have the person responsible for the attack in our care.”

My gaze falls on Amy’s alpha, and I lock eyes with his. I expect him to look away, but he doesn’t, trying to make me waver. Trying to intimidate me with his big, bad alphaness. But all I do is smile wider. He thinks he’s won. He thinks he has gotten away with trying to kill me. And now he’s going to be the one we make an example out of right in front of everyone. This is for Amy. This is for all the omegas in this room. In our territory. I need to show the world that they are completely wrong in underestimating my ability to match brutality with my ruthlessness, born from injustice and nourished with vengeance. I have killed a man before. And I will kill again.

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