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“Holy fuck,” Marcus snarls. “Careful, she’s about to combust.”

“I am,” I sob, wiggling into Marcus’s chest. “Keep doing that!” It’s not unexpected when the next orgasm hits, but it’s difficult to comprehend how powerful it is. I lose all sense of direction and reality. I fall back, possibly to lessen the pressure of Liam’s tongue teasing my over sensitive clit or the stretch as he adds another finger.

“I’ve got you,” Marcus assures me. He yanks me back into him, working up into me from the bottom. “Such a good little omega. I’m going to sink my teeth in real goddamn soon. Jesus,fuck. I don’t think your perfume has ever been this thick.”

“Bite me,” I demand, patting Marcus’s arm so he knows I mean him. “Now, I need you to bite me.”

“I am going to make you mine. You’ll be walking around with my teeth print on your neck, or hell, maybe your fantastic tits, very soon.” He chuckles. “Are you ready for my cum, dirty girl?”

“Yes,” I sob.

Marcus gives my throat a final squeeze before moving to hold both hips. He raises me before yanking me down hard. His shaft swells, and with Liam’s fingers also inside me, it becomes painful. Luckily, being an omega helps to immediately convert that discomfort into pleasure.

“That’s right, milk my cock. I love it when you work mejustlike that.” Marcus holds me to him, which is good because it’s difficult to stay upright.

Liam’s still got his fingers inside me, but he wraps his other hand in my hair, pulling my mouth to his. The kiss is playful and dirty, or maybe I’m barely coherent. It’s impossible to tell.

Liam releases his hold on my hair and growls. “Yeah, I’m going to bust.” His fingers are still inside me, but the skin of his other hand brushes my clit as he works himself off.

Marcus’s cock jumps and even my skin feels far too over sensitive. His hand cups my stomach as he shakes, growling through his orgasm.

Liam groans, and his scent floods the air.

My chest heaves as I take several ragged breaths, trying to get air to saturate my lungs properly. Liam leans over, flicking his tongue over my nipple, and I squeak.

“I’m too sensitive for all that,” I whisper, trembling against Marcus’s hold.

“Oh, sweetness.” Liam grins dangerously. “You’re an omega. This is just round one.”

Marcus chuckles as my heart tries to race right out of my chest. Liam stares straight into my eyes and leans forward for another quick kiss.

“If you’re done.” Hawk’s voice breaks the intimacy of the moment. “Jamen has been trying to reach you. It’s an utter shit show out there after the bullshit Angel and Johnny pulled.”

“Fuck,” Marcus mutters.

My chest feels tight, and it’s like I can feel it when he remembers everything that happened with Angel and Johnny.

God, I hate them so much on his behalf. They say omegas are fiercely protective of their chosen alphas.

It’s clearly true.

I’ve never wanted anyone dead in my entire life, but I don’t think the world would miss those two one single bit.

ChapterNineteen

Hawk

Oakley’s lavender scent has flooded my nose so fully that it’s all I can process. One of these days I’m going to fucking snap, toss her up against a wall, and fuck her until my name spills from her lips.

I swipe a hand over my face as we head down the back hallway.

I’m so motherfucking close to losing my shit, it’s not even funny. At first, I could rationalize myself out of the alpha fog, but that ship has long since sailed.

I need to make progress with her, or I’m going to have to step back from this job. I’m a menace. I’m supposed to keep her safe, but who the hell is going to protect her from me?

Jesus Christ, that’s a sobering thought.

“Where are we heading?” Marcus asks. Oakley is tucked under his arm as Sullivan and Liam follow us out.

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