Pain twisted in my guts. Nothing could make this better. It was the end of me! “Take me home.”
We got to the second floor and passed an office with three desks and a storage room full of boxes. Several things scraped across the floor from the opposite end of the hall.
“In here!” Ozzi sounded too far away, but Jason wasn’t. Why was he wearing a coat? Too many layers. I tugged at Jason’s coat as he rushed down the corridor.
“Wait one more minute, gorgeous, and then you can have me.” Jason brought me into a room where one of the overhead lights was flickering. There were more boxes, but mostly stacked chairs. Right, chairs used for big meetings and events.
The room had once been a dance room because one wall was lined with mirrors and had a barre along it. Ozzi had clearedoff a table and spread the blanket from my backpack on it. “Let’s get her out of those clothes.”
I didn’t even protest. My several layers were strangling me, making it hard to breathe.
The two of them worked like a single unit. Ozzi had my boots off just as Jason pulled off my snowsuit. Socks and pants and sweater and thermals. I still felt so damn hot.
I needed to be naked faster. I had to have these Alphas touching my bare skin, pressing their bodies to mine, filling me with their thick cocks.
Glimpsing myself in the mirror, I didn’t recognize the Omega I saw. Wild eyes, flushed skin, breasts topped with hard nipples ready to pop out of my bra. Between two Alphas who were yanking off the rest of my clothes. On a table in a room lined with mirrors like it was some kinky sex thing.
What was more was that I liked it. I not only liked it, it turned something on inside of me. Made me feel strong, beautiful, and free. A rush far more powerful than waking up Christmas morning and seeing all the presents waiting to be opened under the tree.
And there was nothing more that I liked than tearing off the paper of prettily wrapped gifts. I had two such presents in my arm's reach right now.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN - Jason
My dick was pushing so hard against my pants, one or the other was going to break. But dammit, Lyla was so incredibly hot. No woman had ever made me lose my mind like her.
If we had time, I’d like to slowly strip off every layer of clothing she had on and watch her plead for me to do it faster. To let her writhe and reach for me, mouth hungry for my cum and pussy dripping with slick. But the urgency of the situation, the fact she was in pain and I couldn’t stand it, made it so there was no time to savor this bit.
“Almost done, baby.” I eased off the undershirt which had been beneath her thermal shirt, and Ozzi slid off the elf leggings which had been under her red long johns. All she had left on was a light blue bra and panty set which were decorated with delicate lacy snowflakes. With her golden blonde hair spread like a halo under her, she was the winter angel that I definitely wanted topping my tree.
“Please,” Lyla begged, running a hand up the front of my thigh to my aching bulge. Her panties were soaked with slick and her heady perfume was luring my beast from its cave. “I need your cocks.”
I couldn’t help my smile as I threw off my coat and sweater. She was so fucking sexy. “That’s right. You want Alpha cock, don’t you, gorgeous? Tell me how badly you need it.”
“I’m going to wait downstairs…” Ozzi turned toward the door, but as fast as a viper, Lyla struck and nabbed the back of his coat.
“Stay. Kiss me.” She was on her hands and knees, tits nearly falling out of her bra and tight little ass in the air. How could any man resist this Omega?
“I can’t.” Ozzi gently plucked her hand from him. She whimpered and tried to grab his hand. “Lyla…”
I rid myself of my undershirt and undid the top of my pants. “Give her what she wants, man. I mean, I’m happy to keep her all to myself.” I gave her rear a light spank and she mewled in the hottest of ways. “Don’t let your family control your life. I know you want her just as much as I do.”
Ozzi had stopped trying to pull himself free of her grip, and she brought his hand to her mouth to kiss over his knuckles then to lick and suckle his fingers. Fuck. I was done waiting.
I ran my hands down her body. From her slender shoulders along her back, popping open her bra as my fingers sailed by. Then down to her cute panties. I traced along the edges and teased my thumbs over her hot mound. She gasped and pushed her bottom toward me.
I kneaded her ass and leaned down to kiss along her back. “You’re so sexy, baby. I can’t get enough of you.”
She quivered under me, leaning back to one side toward my body. Every tiny noise, every tightening of muscles, and every shiver of anticipation, she was perfect. She was made for me.
I glanced at Ozzi who was hypnotized by her oral ministrations with his hand. She was made for both of us.
A complete pack. I wanted it so bad.
“Come on, Oz. Taste her. Let her taste you.” I nudged off her bra the rest of the way to grope one of her tits. Just a bit more than a handful, firm yet soft. The hard nipple poked against the palm of my hand. “How do you know this wasn’t meant to be if you don’t try?”
I didn’t know if my words were having any effect, but Lyla was doing a terrific job herself of making him lose his mind. Ozzi needed to let go of his stuffy sense of duty and rigid logic or elsehe’d end up in a loveless marriage to a snotty little Greek brat who only had the right bloodline.
“Ozzi, I need you. It hurts so much.” Lyla’s breathy voice nearly made me explode in my boxers. She curled her fingers around his belt and attempted to yank it open.
