Page 57 of Omega's Reign

“War is unnecessary. I agree as well,” Cameron says, nodding.

One by one, each member nods their head in agreement, coming together in peace instead of letting this tear us all apart.

I almost don’t believe this is possible, but a part of me knows that things can and do change.

If only there wasn’t so much pain and suffering. Destruction and loss that forced everyone to truly see the world as it is.

But if we didn’t see the darkness, we wouldn’t be the light. We wouldn’t be what the world needs.

“Let’s all return to our territories and reassess everything to give Holly a chance to pick up the pieces of the recent attack and to take care of herself and her pack,” Arsenio says, offering me a worried smile. Because my brothers will always be protective.

At least they know that they have done well. They have taught me everything I know, and I can truly handle myself.

Omegas can reign.

28

Bonded Forever

Holly

A whimper releases from my quivering mouth. My mind spins, my desire so strong that it’s utter torture without the touch of one of my guys.

“She needs more,” Andrew says, using his sleeve to dry my damp forehead.

“I’m on it. Fucking drive faster, Jordan. She’s uncomfortable in the car.” Isaiah grabs my hips, pulling me to his mouth instead of bending down. Beckett massages my nipples from beneath me, and Wesley offers me another drink of water. Andrew and Jordan look ready to pull the car over to join us in the already crowded backseat.

“Two more minutes, my queen. Two more minutes and I will build you a throne of pillows. A palace of blankets. You’ll have everything you could ever desire. Just hang on two more minutes.” Jordan smacks his palms on the wheel, jerking the car forward, speeding too quickly to even see the buildings, the world a blur outside of us.

I arch my back and gasp a breath as Isaiah’s tongue flicks over my clit, stroking me with enough pressure to help push away the pain of my need. Instead of trying to reach for him, I squirm on both Beckett and Wesley’s laps, feeling the hardness of their bodies.

Turning my head, I grab Wesley and fight to pull free his cock. I just want to be filled completely. Though Isaiah’s tongue brings me pleasure, I crave more. I’ll die if I don’t get more.

Pursing my lips, I suck Wesley into my mouth and moan, the taste of his pre-cum dripping on my tongue. He links his fingers through my hair and guides my mouth for me, treating me as his personal brand of ecstasy. It’s what I crave. I want my guys to get off. I want them to fill me with their seed. I want it so badly that I feel as if I’ll perish if I don’t get it soon.

“Jordan, you and Wesley grab some supplies. Food, water, towels. Blankets, pillows. Anything soft. Something that belongs to each of us. We need to surround her with everything that brings her comfort.” Beckett reaches over and flings open the door for Isaiah, lifting me onto his shoulder to help keep me at his mouth. I’ve never had them pleasure me as we move from one place to another, and it feels so incredible.

“I need your knot,” I complain, squeezing Isaiah with my thighs. “Where is Andrew? I need his too. I need to feel all of you guys come inside me. That’s all I can think about. Please.”

Jordan groans and kisses me from Beckett’s arms. “I’ll be fast, and then I’m going to work real slow. You’re going to be screaming for days. God I can’t wait to taste you again.”

The world moves around me as Isaiah works his mouth over my clit until my body tenses and my muscles spasm, the orgasm helping to stop my aching pussy. But it won’t last. I can already feel my need filling up once more.

“I got you, Holls,” Beckett says, carrying me facing outward, his hand putting pressure between my legs, his fingers dipping inside me, slick with my juices. “You’re going to sit on me okay? Andrew’s going to knot with you first. You have to bond. Let him give you his mark. Let us use this as our bonding as a pack.”

“I got your pants,” Isaiah says, helping Beckett undress so he doesn’t have to set me down. Andrew grabs at my top, my pants long gone. I don’t even remember them coming off in the car.

Beckett’s hot body envelops me from behind, and he doesn’t hesitate, pressing his cock to my ass, my body so wet that he slips in so easily, the pressure zinging through me. His hand remains stroking me only for a moment longer until Andrew stands before me.

His beautiful eyes sparkle as he takes me in, watching as Beckett holds me still, his throbbing cock filling me in a way I’ll think about forever.

“I love you, Holly,” Andrew says, adjusting my legs off Beckett and spreading them wider, making it easier for him to stand close enough to sink inside me.

I scream out in ecstasy and grab his hips, pulling him as deep as he can possibly go. My body aches, but it’s in a good way. Pleasure stanching out the pain, turning this moment into something beautiful. Something deep-seated and undeniably sexy. I can take care of my men just as they take care of me. And I’ve craved for so long to give them each a part of me, together, united as a pack.

“Goddamn. She’s so fucking hot,” Jordan says, his voice sounding through the air as he and Wesley come to us, standing beside Isaiah who strokes his own cock, naked and ready for his turn.

I lick my lips and wiggle my fingers, motioning him to come to me without my words. He perches one leg on the bed, getting his dick close enough for me to suck. I reach out and finally grab at Wesley and Isaiah until they each let me touch them with my fingers, all of them getting a part of me at once.

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