Page 92 of Wicked Truths

My hand slides up her back and into her hair as I take over the kiss. Oakley moans long and loud at the bite of pain as I yank the base of her skull. Her pussy clenches and releases, milking in waves, as she whines into the kiss, and my teeth dig into the soft flesh of her lower lip.

Everything else disappears as she slides into my senses. Her pleasure hits first, but immediately after is her intense excitement and satisfaction at completing her pack. I lick over the bite as my knot throbs. I’ve never come locked inside someone. Oakley pulls back to catch her breath, and I use my feet as leverage to fuck up into her as much as I can.

Her tight little hole clenches in a way that has me bursting before I can get my bearings. I growl, rutting and helping Oakley grind over me.

Marcus’s low chuckle fills the air as I come, filling our little omega with hot jets of my cum. Oakley falls into my chest, biting my pec and running her tongue over the indents. An intense wave of euphoria hits me square in the chest, and as I finally start to come down from my orgasm, I can pick out lingering hints of the guys’ emotions and thoughts in the bond. It’s fucking insane, but the fog is a little too thick for rational thought at the moment.

Oakley begins to grind on my cock, and that’s about the last coherent thought I have for hours.

* * *

The next two days are filled with consistent waves of Oakley’s heat. She’s extremely snuggly and not prepared at all for the type of cramps that come early in the morning on the third day.

She grunts, trying to successfully disentangle from me and Sullivan. She wraps an arm around her bare middle, giving me a look of pure horror when I sit up.

“No, go back to sleep,” she groans, jabbing a finger in my direction.

Heats are filled with lots of cuddling and fucking, but if there’s no conception, then nature fills the next few days with what the pamphlet described as menstruation for a female beta.

I knew it was coming, considering she has a birth control implant.

“Did the post heat cramps start?” I ask, pulling her arm down.

She nods. “God, this sucks.”

I frown. It sure does seem like women get stuck with a lot of the more uncomfortable situations, especially regarding procreation or the lack thereof.

I roll to kneel, scoop her up despite her complaints, and aim for the bathroom. My hand tightens on her hip as she tells me I can just drop her off so that I can get back to sleep.

“Sorry, little one. Now that I’m more awake, I can pick up your pain in the bond.” I nuzzle my cheek to the top of her head. “Let me do my job and take care of you.”

“Okay,” she grunts, nuzzling close to my chest. “Thank you. I love you.” She goes still at the admission, but my heart races like a drum.

I tilt my head down, kissing her cheek. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

I only wish I could help her feel better, but for now I’ll have to settle for being here for her.

* * *

“Why are you in the dinosaur onesie I bought forOakley?” I snort, trying to glare at Liam. It’s pretty much impossible to keep a straight face when he spins around shaking his ass in the ridiculous T-Rex outfit that rides up his skinny legs because he’s way too tall for it.

“It was the only way we could get the princess into the triceratops costume.” Marcus laughs, swiping a hand over his face. “And yes, it’s as adorable as it sounds.” He glances around at the boxes lining the coffee table and floor. “Should we have Sullivan bring her out?”

“Yeah, we’re good to go,” I assure him.

Liam grabs the giant stuffed kraken that I’m still not sure who it’s from and does some awkward thrusting that has me questioning how I ended up stuck with these guys for life.

“The omega monster has arrived,” Sullivan says, toting a very pouty omega into the room. She’s got her short little arms crossed over her chest and the hood on her triceratops onesie has slid down mostly covering the top of her face.

“Rawr,” she says in a tone that’s less than jovial.

“You’re the only omega I’ve ever seen pout about being given courting gifts.” Marcus heads over, bending close to give her a kiss before sitting on the edge of the coffee table.

“I didn’t really want to leave the nest,” she grumbles as Sullivan takes a seat on the couch. “But more than anything, we’re already bonded. You guys didn’t have to buy me courting gifts. I feel guilty I don’t have anything for you.”

“You’ve always been really bad at accepting gifts,” Sullivan says, nodding at the closest pile.

“Yeah, princess.” Marcus laughs. “The entire point is that you’re the gift.”

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