Page 27 of Omega's Reign

“He needed to do some things. We are in charge of you now, lovely.” Wesley strolls forward, his eyes roving over my body. “I’m starving for your affection. Last night was one of the hardest in my life. All I could think about was how I was stranded in the water and unable to find you.”

Because Wesley and Isaiah had to jump off the yacht as it burned, remaining with the alpha leaders of our territory. We found them immediately after Hector left, and it was for the best not to follow them and risk losing more lives.

Because they had help from one of the omegas, the Righteous Waters pack managed to sneak onto the yacht and overpower Jordan. They were already off the boat before the fire started. He was taken with them, beat up and bound until Beckett arrived. Beckett still hasn’t told me anything. Neither has Jordan. It’s as if they have promised each other not to speak a word about what really happened apart from what I’ve heard about Beckett trying to negotiate with Hector. It wasn’t to betray me—that I’m sure of—but risking Jordan? I don’t know how I feel. I don’t want to think about it anymore. I just want to move on with our lives.

“Will you give me a moment of your time?” Wesley asks, sitting on the edge of the bed. He rests his hand on my leg, his warm fingers still managing to stir goosebumps across my body.

“And will you allow me to give you a moment of mine?” Isaiah plops down on my other side, sandwiching me between him and Wesley. Jordan remains on the floor, kneeling between my legs, his expression eager, the lust prevalent as I inhale a deep breath. My betas might not have strong scents like my alpha, but I can still read them like my personal journal. They crave me. They want nothing more than to help me forget.

I should feel badly wanting to give in, because I was unable to protect those omegas. Except right now, there isn’t much I can do. I’m not all-powerful. I might have been given this leadership position, but there’s a lot more to it than flexing power. I need to work on my alliances. I need to really prove that I’m capable, and stuff like that takes time. It takes intelligence and strategizing. I can’t just run around all of the territories, guns blazing, demanding justice and revenge.

“I don’t know if I’m able to give you my full attention,” I murmur, pressing my back harder to the mattress. “I have a lot on my mind.”

“That’s a challenge I’m willing to accept. Do you know how jealous I am that Jordan has managed to sweep you off your feet? I always expected it would be Beckett first. I would’ve done things differently had I known.” Wesley leans on his elbow, lying down beside me. He draws his finger across my temple, combing my pale blond hair behind my ear. “Will you let me make up for it? For my shortcomings? For my inability to realize that you’re not only Beckett’s omega. You’re mine.”

I shiver, his warm breath tickling my ear as he sucks my earlobe into his mouth. I have kissed Wesley a dozen times in the last few weeks since Beckett claimed me. I’ve slept in his bed and explored his body. And he’s explored mine, but we’ve never gone beyond that. As for the thought now? I want to know what he feels like. I want to know what it’s like to be loved by my three betas in intimate ways.

“What if I told you that you’re not the only one who has been starved for affection? You three have been so amazing to me. I thought I’d made it clear that I want the bond of a pack, not just an alpha.” My words come out as a purr, my voice sultry. My body now hums at the growing desire permeating the air.

“I love you, Holls,” Isaiah says, drawing his thumb across my chin, getting me to turn my head away from Wesley. He guides me closer, pressing his lips to mine, kissing me sensually, sweetly, his affection as addicting as his closeness.

“I love you, Isaiah. I just want things to settle down so I can constantly show you just how much.” I suck his bottom lip between my teeth, nipping him gently, pulling a growl from his mouth.

The sensation rumbles through me, awakening every molecule in my body. This is exactly what I needed after last night. I had no idea as much, yet a part of me is still missing. I’m afraid that Beckett might pull away because of everything. It’s a lot of stress and the heaviest burden to carry, being the sole alpha of a pack, especially one in a position such as ours.

“While they’re loving up on you, I just want to taste your sweet pussy, my queen. It’s been days.” Jordan groans and kisses my knee, his boldness always getting to me in a good way. He speaks like an alpha, while Isaiah and Wesley tread more lightly.

I laugh in exasperation, licking my lips as I peek at him between my legs, already grabbing at my panties to pull them down. I squirm and lean back completely, clutching onto both Isaiah and Wesley as Jordan drags me toward the edge of the bed, dangling my legs off for better reach.

“You just have to tell her what you want to do,” Jordan says, mumbling as he works his mouth over my thigh. “You know she gets tired of always having to make decisions. Tell her what you want.”

I moan and squirm, Jordan finally burying his face to the apex of my legs, dragging his tongue over my clit to suck it gently into his mouth, the sensation enough to make me dig my fingers into Wesley’s leg.

“I want to undress you,” Wesley says, sliding his fingers under the soft fabric of my shirt, tracing over my skin.

“Is that okay?” Isaiah caresses his fingers over my breast, feeling my hardening nipple. I don’t wear a bra underneath my nightshirt, barely long enough to cover my body, not that Jordan allows such an obstruction of view from my betas. “I want to give you what you crave. You said you wanted a pack bond. Can we give that to you?”

I arch my back and squeeze Jordan between my thighs, the consistent licking of his tongue enough to bring me to my peak. I scream out in pleasure, unable to answer Isaiah. But I don’t need to.

I just give in and roll on top of him, dragging my fingers across his pants, rushing to unbuckle his belt.

“Damn, my queen. Seeing your ass like that—” A warm hand smacks my butt cheek, sending a wave of heated pleasure right to my clit. “Let me fuck you while you fuck him. I can see you’ve already taken control from Isaiah.”

“He’s mine,” I say, squirming on top of him. “You’re all mine.”

Lust clouds my mind, and I don’t stop until I pull out Isaiah’s cock and align it to my body, sinking down completely. He digs his fingers into my hips, his eyes locked to mine. I rock my body hard and fast, just wanting to keep my focus on my guys. On the pleasure they arouse in me.

“She’s so hot,” Wesley says, kneeling close by, grabbing my head to kiss me as I ride Isaiah.

“I want to taste you,” I gasp, reaching for his pants. He doesn’t let me and does it himself, shrugging free of his clothing.

Jordan kisses my shoulders and squeezes my ass, working his hands up to my back until he guides me forward to bow on top of Isaiah, my body refusing to stop my rocking movements, the pleasure making me moan over and over again.

Grabbing my hips, Jordan slows my body, and I whimper, my need getting more intense. I just want my betas to fill me up in a way I have never experienced. I want them to show exactly what it’s like to be loved by a pack.

“You’re so wet,” Jordan murmurs.

I moan as he slides his cock into my pussy with Isaiah’s, stretching me in a way that leaves me shaking. He doesn’t stay inside me for long, shifting slightly as he aligns his hips to my ass, wanting to fuck me from behind, my slick lubricating me so much I know it’ll fill me with pleasure and not pain. I’m strong enough for anything.

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