“Contraceptive?” he asks.
Her brow furrows, but then she laughs. “I’m all covered on that.”
He doesn’t question her. And then she reaches for him, and this time, he allows himself to fall into this moment with her. He settles on top of his omega entirely, bracketing himself above her.
Pierce reaches between them, finding her clit, and Luther watches in a trance as he rubs it methodically. As he preps their omega.
But Wren hangs in the back. It is as Luther expected. Wren will only come when called, he will give their omega space until then.
“Alpha,” Nia groans below him. “Please, ithurts. Everything is on fire. You can help. Please!”
Luther groans as her pheromones go directly to his cock, the distinct scents causing his brain to malfunction. He doesn’t wait another instant before he begins to press into her tight cunt. Relishing in the way it stretches to accept him. He can feel Pierce’s hand as he slides in, but pays it no mind. Focused entirely on the woman below.
On their omega.
Her crimson hair is fanned out, her lips are cherry red, and her eyes are glassy and bright. She is fucking gorgeous.
She is perfect. She is mine.
Mine.Mine.
He pumps into her, fast and sturdy. His knot presses against her, but he doesn’t push it in. Not until she is begging, not until she comes undone.
Her moans are dynamite to the bomb inside his heart exploding over and over again. She is the missing piece. She is everything.
She wraps her small arms around him, squeezing him to her and then she leans up, her mouth finding his neck.
He doesn’t expect her teeth, the bite she leaves is both painful and the most pleasurable he has ever experienced.
“Mine!” she groans.
“Fuck!” he expels, pounding harder and harder into her pliable body, his knot bouncing back and keeping him from going even deeper. His lips find her, and he attempts to swallow her whole as he invades her mouth, his tongue tangling with hers as he doesn’t let up.
“Your knot!” The words are gargled, but they are distinct.
Because they are the ones Luther was waiting for.
Pierce has not let up from playing with her clit, and at her request, he speeds up his ministrations. “She’s ready.” He gathers some of her slick, wrapping it around Luther’s knot.
Luther accepts the assistance, and then he pushes Nia further into the nest, his knot going into her one fraction at a time.
Her scream is wild and unhinged as she wraps her legs around him, as she forces him all the way into her.
And then he is being suffocated, her scent mixing with his. The mark on his neck throbbing as his knot finds its home. His vision darkens around the edges and sparks shoot out as he isfilled with a euphoric bliss that he didn’t know existed until this instant.
The clinic was an unforgettable experience, but this is transcendent. The knowledge that she has accepted him. Wants him.
He growls as he fills her, claims her, instills that she is his.
“Alpha!” Nia’s hold on him tightens, her breath turning ragged. She rocks and shakes as her pleasure finds her.
Pierce lets up, allowing her a chance to recover.
“Holy shit.” Wren’s voice is wary, nearly frightened.
But Luther doesn’t look away from their omega. He leans down, peppering kisses across her, rubbing his scent everywhere that he can. Still, he doesn’t release her, he won’t until after they sleep.
Luther carefully flips them until Nia is settled on him, he cups her head to his chest as he purrs.
