Then she falls asleep against my chest, warm and trembling, and wholly ours.
The night is far from over. But the first, easy wave is done.
And she made it through, wrapped in us.
53
Korbin
Bayleigh movesin Lincoln’s arms, and my entire body locks up. I sit straighter without meaning to and stare at the stunning omega that’s chosen us. Her wavy ginger-red hair is in a messy bun, and her eyes are the softest blue that I could get lost in.
She blinks slowly, like she’s fighting her way out of a dream. Her eyes look glassy from heat, pupils blown wide. She turns her head, looking from Milton… to me.
And that’s when everything inside me stops.
Her whole expression changes. The confusion of just waking up leaves, and what’s left is a very horny omega who’s staring at me with hunger.
“Bayleigh,” I breathe. She can’t hear it, but she feels me watching her. Her lips part in a little shaky exhale that hits like a punch.
She scrambles right out of Lincoln’s lap.
He tries to steady her shoulders, mouths something I don’t catch, but she barely glances at him. She’s already moving toward me, hands sinking into the blankets, scent getting stronger with every inch she closes between us.
My chest squeezes painfully. I can’t move, not even when she reaches me.
I almost fought this. I almost pushed her away. And now she’s crawling into my lap like she belongs there.
She straddles me, her knees bracketing my hips. Her bare pussy presses against the length of my cock, hot and slick and perfect.
My breath jerks.
She grinds once, and I nearly lose it right there. My hands hover at her hips, shaking because I don’t trust myself to touch her without ruining this moment.
But then she looks up at me.
Her eyebrows pull together in this desperate little expression, lips parted, cheeks flushed. She looks like she needs something only I can give her.
I can’t hold back anymore.
I grip her hips.
“Come here,” I whisper, even though she can’t hear the words. She understands the pull of my hands, the tension in my body.
She lifts her hips, trying to take me inside her, but her legs are trembling so badly she can’t line herself up. She looks frustrated—brows pinched, mouth pulled tight.
I don’t even think. I reach down, guide myself to her entrance, and help her lower onto me.
Her lips part on a gasp, her eyes flutter, and her body shivers hard as I sink into her with one slow, steady thrust.
She grabs my shoulders like she’s falling apart. Her face—fuck, her face—she’s looking at me like I’m the only thing that makes sense right now. Her breath leaves her in little broken pants.
I almost ruined this. I almost ruined everything.
She rolls her hips down on me again, needier, shameless, and I have to clamp my jaw shut to keep from groaning too loud.
I thrust up into her, harder this time.
Her eyes squeeze shut. Her lips fall open around a sound that’s half gasp, half cry. She doesn’t pull back. She pushes down onto my cock, taking more.
