She looks up at Felix, who’s still whimpering and squirming on my cock, waiting for my knot. “Green, Omega. I can do one more.”
Saying it out loud relaxes her enough to allow Felix to bring her to the brink again. He licks and kisses her nipples and plays with her clit as I continue fucking him into her. When she breaks with a beautiful, gasping wail, I waste no time shoving my knot into our Omega.
Felix cries out, tightening and fluttering around me. I groan, my knot inflating as I rut into him, filling him with my cum.
I want to breed him, to stuff him so full of me it leaks out, and then to fuck it back inside him.
My cock doesn’t soften as I continue fucking him on my knot. I’m slamming into him, my hips crashing against his as I snarl and wrap an arm around his throat. I heave him up, pressing him against my chest as I rest on my heels and fuck into him from below.
Clara watches us with heated eyes on our Omega’s rigid, dripping cock as it bounces with my movements. I feel feral, and even though I just came, I know that I am not far away from another, more brutal orgasm.
Felix’s hands scramble against my arm, but he’s not pulling me away. He’s chanting pleas, begging me for more. To make him mine, to make sure he feels me for weeks.
“He’s in a rut,” Clara tells Felix. I recognize that it’s true, but I can’t do anything about it. I need more of my Omega. I need to get closer, deeper, but I can’t. My knot is already as deep in him as it can be, as swollen as it gets.
And then teeth sink into my forearm. Teeth sink into my forearm, I come harder than I ever have before, and a sweet, pleased bond curls up in my chest like a kitten.
It settles me almost immediately, and I gently lower my panting, keening Omega to the nest. He’s a mess, slick all over his legs and thighs, spots of cum on the sheets, and sweat running in rivulets down his body.
But he’s not nearly as hot as he was even an hour ago.
I can feel the bond in my chest grow sleepy as his body relaxes. Clara smiles at me as she wedges herself against his front.
“He’s incredible, isn’t he?”
“Yeah, he is.” I kiss the side of his neck. “And so are you.”
THIRTY-FOUR
NEW YEAR’S EVE
I wake up blissed out,my body deliciously used. Two bonds have taken up residence inside my chest, filling me with joy and love in a way I never thought I would find.
I had resigned myself to a life on my own, pining after Clara, and now she smells like chocolate cookies, her scent already changing to mark her as mine. She’s curled up in my arms, small snores sneaking out every few seconds. I know my heat can’t have been easy on her. Support roles often bear the brunt of things as they try to balance Alphas and Omegas and ensure they receive everything they need.
Not only was she there for me sexually, she also made sure Gabriel and I ate and drank enough. She’s the one who washed me and eased my pain so Gabriel could get a slight reprieve from me on my neediest days.
My Alpha’s breath ghosts across my ear as he sleeps behind me. His legs tangle with mine, and I smell his peppermint scent sweetened by milk chocolate. They both smell like me, and it makes my Omega hindbrain preen. They’re mine, and everyone is going to know it.
Plus, I put their bonds in impossible to miss spots. Any time they shake hands with someone, that person is going to know that they’re coming home to me.
I untangle myself from them, trying not to wake them up. They need to rest, and I need to check the date.
After scrabbling around for my phone and finding out that, holy shit, I was in heat for six days, I rush through a shower. It’s New Year’s Eve, and we missed out on our Christmas dinner. I don’t want to take another holiday away from them.
By the time Gabriel and Clara come stumbling into the kitchen, blurry-eyed and summoned by the scent of coffee, I’ve already placed an order for grocery delivery and have started a load of laundry and washed the dishes.
“You should be resting,” my Alpha admonishes, kissing my cheek as he happily accepts the coffee I hand him. “You must be exhausted.”
“Actually, I feel great,” I admit, and it’s not a lie. I feel incredible. I know I should be wrung out and exhausted, but I’m not. “Now, come eat breakfast.”
It’s nine o’clock,almost on the dot, when the doorbell rings. I jump up from the cuddle pile on the couch and pull the door open. Immediately, I’m barrelled over by Rooster, Gabriel’s massive husky.
“Thanks for letting me borrow him for a few days,” Mitchell, the CEO of my company, aka my boss’s boss and my Alpha’s best friend, says as he slips into my home, like it’s a totally normal thing. “The girls loved playing with him.”
“I was wondering who was taking care of him,” I laugh as the overly friendly dog licks my face.
“Mitchell’s nieces love the big brute,” Gabriel says, getting off the couch and giving the other Alpha a bro-hug. “So I am selfless enough to let him borrow Rooster every time they’re in town.”
