Page 28 of Omega's Reign

“God, that’s so sexy,” Wesley says, rubbing his fingers along my back. “You want Jordan, don’t you?”

I whimper in agreement, my breath heavy, my voice refusing to speak my words.

Jordan eases his cock between my ass cheeks, my slick drenching all of us, bringing me pure satisfaction as he fills me in a way my body is made for. I bite my teeth into Isaiah’s pec, leaving my mark as the two of them find their rhythm, working together to fuck me like I crave.

Wesley grabs my chin and tilts my head up, aligning his cock with my mouth. I stick out my tongue and drag it across his shaft before sucking his tip in, letting him sink into my throat, my mouth watering to taste his cum.

To be loved by a pack is an honor and a blessing I never expected. They don’t use me for their pleasure. We are together in love, bonding in a way that will make us stronger. That’ll make us fight harder.

It’s a bond that will never be broken.

Wesley pumps into my mouth, and I hum, feeling his cock pulse as he comes, the flavor tangy like his scent. He pulls out and slides his hand over my breasts, pinching my nipples and working his way down until he slides his finger over my clit, not even caring how close he is to Isaiah’s cock. He rubs until I reach my peak again, my orgasm so intense that I clutch onto Isaiah and Jordan with my body, slowing them down, the sensation enough to set them off. Heat fills me up, and I gasp and lie forward, feeling Isaiah’s heart pounding against mine. Jordan rests on top of me with Wesley beside me, the three of them like a protective wall of muscle. A wall of love.

They mean so much to me in this moment that I could fall asleep and continue to forget the world outside of us. So that’s what I do.

I lose myself to the utter bliss they awaken inside me. I lose myself to what life should be like.

If only it could always be this perfect.

13

Pack Bonds

Holly

Beckett stands at his desk, his back facing me as he presses his phone to his ear. His rigid muscles flex, and he keeps his voice low. I haven’t seen him in a whole day, and I can’t stand it any longer. I understand he’s trying to locate the Righteous Waters Pack, but I’m starting to feel as if he’s pulling away to do things on his own.

“I’m in over my head,” Beckett says, his voice swirling to me. “You should’ve seen the look on her face, Wilder. It broke my heart. I didn’t know what else to do though. I don’t know if I’m really cut out for this.”

“Don’t start doubting yourself. You know the expectation. You must remain as her counsel if you want to marry her. She is a leader of the Pack Regimes, and with that comes a lot of bullshit. I don’t like it half the time, but we can manage. You can manage. I’ve seen you work your ass off. You’re already building a great relationship with the other leaders. If you don’t think you can handle this, then you need to figure shit out.” Wilder’s voice booms through the air, loud with the speakerphone.

It makes me hesitate, and I stop in my place and eavesdrop, wanting to know exactly what’s going on with Beckett.

“I’m just afraid of letting her down. I’m not going anywhere, Wilder. She is the one I want, even if this position ends up killing me. It would be better than a life without her. You know we are dying to make it official. The Pack Regimes need to agree already.” Beckett scrubs the back of his neck, shifting on his feet. He spots me in his peripheral vision and frowns.

I tip my head to the side, his comment surprising me. “What do you mean the Pack Regimes need to agree?” I stride forward, my muscles tensing.

“Holly, calm down before you start lashing out. You know I’m not going to speak to you if you’re going to act like my annoying little sister,” Wilder snaps, his command reminding me that even though he’s not my alpha, he’s still one, and he can get under my skin.

“I am your annoying little sister. So what the fuck did I just hear? Explain it, and you better not say that the leaders need to approve of my marriage. I have been waiting for Beckett to ask me. And now that I know why he hasn’t? What the actual hell, Wilder?” I stand with my hands on my hips even though he can’t see me through the line. I know he can envision me though. We’ve had enough arguments to know what to expect from each other.

Wilder puffs out of breath, causing static in the line. “They’re not preventing you from marriage. However, they have to unanimously agree that the Silversteins can handle being on your pack. You should know by now that things have always been a little complicated when it comes to who rules the territories. They’re humoring us because Platinum Shores was given to Gilded Sands, and we gave it to you. The last thing the leaders want is for another war to break out. This is why the Silversteins must show they’re capable of standing beside you to rule. You know it’s harder when there’s only one alpha.” Wilder remains calm with his words, so they piss me off, and it takes everything in me not to start screaming.

Because what was the point of giving me a territory if I can’t have the people I need by my side?

“You better convince them, brother. I have enough to deal with. I will marry the Silversteins. Do you understand?” My chest heaves with my growing anger, though it’s not truly directed at Wilder.

“Holly, you need to convince them. Not me. If this is too much for you—”

I snatch the phone from Beckett’s hand and hang up on Wilder, my emotions getting the best of me.

Beckett closes the space and envelops me in his arms, pulling me against his chest. He rests his chin on my shoulder and sucks in deep breaths, savoring the scent of my skin and hair. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t try to reason with me about the situation with the Pack Regimes. All he does is hold me close, hugging me as if it’s all he wants to do.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask, my voice a murmur. I wouldn’t yell at Beckett for this. I can already sense that he is overwhelmed and second-guessing himself. “We could’ve figured something out already.”

Groaning, he kisses the crook of my neck, holding me tighter. “I didn’t think it would be so hard. I was ready to propose to you the moment we moved into this palace. Our pack has been so anxious about it. I didn’t want to let you guys down. You would know how worthless I am because the Pack Regimes still hasn’t approved of anything.”

“Worthless? I would never call you worthless. You have done so much and have proved over and over again that you are capable of being a good alpha to me. You show compassion. You stand down when I need to rise. You help me make the best decisions possible for our people. You’re not worthless. You are priceless. The Pack Regimes are stubborn and stupid if they think otherwise. I will not stand for this. I am marrying you. I am marrying the Silverstein Pack. I’m taking your name, and there is nothing, and I mean fucking nothing, anyone can do about it. They can try to take back this territory, but it won’t be easy. They’ll see. They have spent so long taking and taking without consideration that it’s time they realize that the only reason they have been allowed to do such things is because we have let them. The people have let them. Not anymore.” My voice grows stronger with each of my words, my convictions hot and ready to be put to the test. It’s one thing to question my ability to lead. It’s another thing to make my alpha feel as if he isn’t worthy of me. And I’m so pissed off for it.

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