Page 21 of The Mafia's Omega Queen

Well, fuck. Usually, no news is good news, just not in this instance. This is bordering on worst-case scenario. Nine out of ten times, it means they are building up to something huge. And if I don’t get better soon, I’ll be fucking useless when it actually hits.

“And Gavin?”

Hunter smiles. “Gavin’s been a huge asset. We’ve missed him so much over the past years, but we understood why he left. But I swear to you, Hales, things run so seamlessly with him here, it’s almost like he never left in the first place. We owe you so much for bringing him back. Even if the circumstances behind it suck.”

“And the Vinny front?” A growl of displeasure rattles his chest, making his feelings known without saying a word. “That good, huh?” I joke.

“I know where this is going, little killer, so just come out with it.”

Busted.

Leaning up, I use my body weight to settle Hunter on his back and drape myself across his chest, placing my palm on his warm flesh and resting my chin on it. “Vincenzo has asked for a chance to make things right between us. He’s also told me that he’s my fated mate.” I twist my lips and shake my head. “I hit him for it. Gods, Hunt, finding that out after everything made me so damn mad. And I wish I could be pissed at him for it still, but he told me that since I’ve been here, nothing has happened between the two of them.”

He scoffs. “And you believe that shit?” His arm wraps around my back lightly, palming my bare ass. My body heats under his ministrations, slick gathering between my thighs and puddling on the towel still wrapped around his waist as my core clenches at the thought of pushing this further. But before we can, I really need to know how he feels.

“I do, Hunt,” I say breathily. “But I won’t do anything unless you guys are okay with it. You’ve been there for me from the beginning, and I refuse to put that in jeopardy. I love you too much to hurt what we have.”

His breath hitches, and a blinding smile aims my way as his fingers dig into my ass cheek. “You love me?”

“With every fiber of my being. You’re it for me—you, Gav, and Arden. You guys are my happily ever after. One I never thought I would get, but fuck, I am so damn happy to have you guys along for the ride.”

“I love you, too, little killer,” he rumbles, emotion lacing his tone. “And I don’t care. If you want to give him a chance, go for it. But he knows that if he hurts you, I’ll fucking kill him.”

I giggle. “I don’t think you’ll have to go that far–”

“No more talking. You have my answer. Now, my omega is ripe as fuck, and she needs an orgasm.”

Fuck yes, I do.

Hunter flips us easily, mindful of my healing body, and molds his lips to mine, groaning as I open for him. He strokes my tongue with his, eliciting full body shivers as a current of pleasure zips down my spine. He pulls back, nipping at my lips, then dives back in, kissing me until I don’t know which way is up or down.

Hunter breaks off the kiss and sits up, staring down at me with lust and a hint of adoration in his eyes. Carefully, he unwraps the towel still around my body, his silver orbs tracing every curve on display for him. His stare is almost like a physical caress, making my nipples pebble in the chilled air and goosebumps prickle my skin.

He wedges himself between my thighs, spreading me for width, then ducks down, wrapping his wicked lips around one of my hardened nubs, sucking hard enough for my back to bow off the mattress and a cry to leave my lips.

Every single time with each of my men is almost like the first time again. They change up what they do, leaving me in suspense of where and what they may do next.

Hunter’s lips release my nipple with an audible pop, and he leaves a trail of sucked marks across my chest until the he gets the other, giving it the same treatment. My core clenches with the need for him to touch me down there, give me some kind of friction, but he ignores my grinding against him. He just continues to lavish my nipple with the attention it so much deserves.

The towel beneath me starts to feel damp as my pussy ramps up production of my slick, wanting a knot. She’ll be sorely disappointed that she won’t get one, but we’ll at least be getting something else.

Finally, after what feels like forever, Hunter abandons my nipples, dragging his tongue from my tits down my belly, then plants kisses across my pelvis, nipping at each pelvic bone. He clutches my thigh in his meaty grip and lifts it, placing it over shoulder before repeating with the other.

He drops his head, dragging his nose through my soaked folds, inhaling my scent deeply. When he pulls back, the light glistens off my slick on his nose, and he stares down at my pussy like a man starved who has just been presented with a gourmet four-course meal made by a five star Michelin chef.

His tongue peeks out from between parted lips, and he swipes it across his mouth, then smacks his lips, almost as if he’s preparing to savor what’s in front of him.

Savor away, Alpha. I’m all yours.

Hunter’s silver gaze meets mine over my pussy, and a devilish grin curls his lips. “Bon appetite.”

I fucking knew he saw my cunt as a damn mea—my thoughts are cut off with a moan as he dives in. He doesn’t start off easy either. He goes straight to tongue-fucking me, thrusting the organ in as far as he can, then pulses it, making my toes curl as my legs tighten around his head.

My hands scramble for something to grab onto to keep me rooted in place, but I don’t find anything. I fist his droopy blond mohawk with one hand while the other holds the back of his head, shoving his face deeper into my pussy.

He growls in approval, the vibrations rocking me to the core.

He pulls away, but before I can voice my displeasure at his retreat, two thick fingers penetrate my channel. Immediately curling up in a come hither motion as he sucks my clit into his mouth and bites down. Hard. His actions rip a scream from throat, but he doesn’t stop. He continues until I’m right on the edge, my walls quivering in anticipation.

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