Page 14 of Hunting Their Omega

“Oh,” I said in a small voice.

I knew we needed to bond with them, but I didn’t think they would do it this soon. We barely made it out of the damn woods. “Do we get a room at least?” Alaric asked.

The official’s spine went ramrod straight. “Yes, right this way. I’ll be in shortly to witness, and then you can begin.”

Bishop frowned. “Witness? We weren’t aware of that.”

I paled. Witness? As in someone watching while they do . . .that. The woman nodded. “Regulations. If you’re unhappy with me, you can choose any official you like.”

“No, you’re fine,” I said before anyone could speak.

This woman looked at me like I was a person, which was a rare occurrence. I wouldn’t trade her for one of the crueler officials—especially when discussing my bonding. If we refused to comply, who knew what kind of person they would send in?

She nodded and turned on her heel to lead us down the hall.

A comforting hand stroked my shoulders. I buried my face in Bishop’s chest, and the subtle shift of his body beneath me was the only indication we were moving.

A few minutes later, Bishop carefully set me down in a dimly lit room. My feet hit a plush carpet, the feeling more luxurious than I would have expected. My nerves reached a fever pitch, and I fidgeted, unsure what to expect. I’d never been so close to males before, yet the Council expected me to bond with them in front of a witness.

It’s natural. I will guide you, my wolf purred.

I forced myself to look around the room, but when my eyes landed on the massive bed, the simple wooden furniture and single window disappeared into the background. I felt the blood drain from my face. Shit.

“Omega,” Wynn called. “What’s wrong?”

“I—I never . . .” I looked at the bed and then at him, hoping to save myself the embarrassment of having to say it out loud.

Wynn’s eyes softened with understanding. His hand brushed my cheek, and I leaned into the warmth of his skin.

“Don’t worry, we’ll make it good for you,” Wynn murmured, his voice rough.

The unit’s potent aroma swirled around me as Alaric wove his hands into my hair. He massaged my scalp, trailing his fingers toward the base of my skull and cupping the back of my neck.

“That’s right, baby. You’re ours now, and we’ll take care of you,” Alaric whispered.

I sank into his wicked touch, needing more.

“Just like that, Isolde,” he said as my back hit the wall of his chest.

His fingers grazed the sides of my breasts, and my breath hitched as Wynn watched with unrelenting focus.

“We’re going to undress you,” Bishop said, and I moaned, nodding.

They’re going to take care of me, I thought, head swimming.

Cool air hit my skin as Bishop removed my tunic. My nipples hardened when Alaric hand surrounded my breast, and his appreciative hiss joined the growls that filled the room.

Wynn gripped his thick cock and gave it a rough stroke.

Alaric pinched my nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure down my spine. He slid his hands along the lines of my body and lifted my knees, supporting my body weight as he exposed the most intimate part of me to Wynn and Bishop.

“Come taste our mate,” Alaric purred.

I shivered as their eyes darkened with hunger, and Wynn and Bishop prowled closer.

Alaric skimmed his tongue over my collarbone, lapping at my skin as Wynn and Bishop dropped to their knees.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” Wynn said as he licked a trail up my thigh.

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