Every instinct in me screams at me to go down there, mate her, fuck her, take her, claim her. But this is her nest and there are protocols.
She studies me and disappears. I try to tamp down the disappointment when she appears again, climbs the stairs, and inhales my scent. I stay completely still.
What do I know about female omegas? All the stories about how wildly feral they can become. Mating is a life and death game. If you fail to live up to their expectations, they will shred you as quickly as they’d fuck you. Do I want her despite all that? Fuck yes.
She grips my hair and licks across my lips. I catch her tongue, sucking hard. Her eyes widen, and I see her, our Casey, for a moment before the haze crashes back down again.
“Mine,” she growls and then studies the stairs behind me. She lets go of me and walks up the stairs, inspecting and claiming us one by one.
I descend only after she does. Following her cue as she moves across the room. The second she shows any sign of hesitation, I grip her arms, pinning them above her and running my hand down her body and between her legs.
“So wet,” I groan.
She pants and arches into me. “Alpha.”
“I have what you need.”
“Knots.”
Her hungry demand almost undoes me.
“Yes, I have that, too. We’re going to make you feel so good.”
She snarls when Khaos takes her wrists from behind, hauling her up against him. He snarls back, and I’m surprised when she whimpers, rocking her hips into him.
“That’s it, Case, see how our big, bad alpha leader wants you. Five knots, all for you.”
She hisses, her body arching as her head tilts back. I drop down to my knees, putting her legs over my shoulders, knowing Khaos has her. I inhale.
Lilacs and her. Something sweeter, like candy, like something I never knew I wanted. I draw her closer, lapping at her. There’s so much slick. I recognise it now, remember what they call it. Slick. Sweeter.
I purr as I lick, feeling like I’m growing drunk on it. She rides me, thrusting herself against my face. I don’t even care if I die here. My brothers can revive me later. I suck her clit, trying to get deeper, to get more. Her movements increase until she is writhing against me, and then she screams, her thighs tightening around my head, blocking out all noise but my own racing heartbeat and the taste of her as she floods my mouth.
I continue to lick until Khaos pulls her away, lifting her carefully off my shoulders.
I kneel there, stunned and slick drunk, blinking stupidly for a second before I spot her. I take three steps towards her, growling in annoyance when Angel puts a hand against my chest, and reality returns.
“You’re a naughty little tease,” Khaos chides her. “Get on the bed, Omega.”
She snarls and snaps her teeth. He spins her and cracks a hand across her ass. I freeze as she turns slowly, her eyes wide.
“On the bed or I’ll spank you again.”
Her shock turns to cunning, and she gets on the bed on all fours, her legs parted, showing us glistening pink folds.
“Fuck me,” Hazard murmurs.
Khaos swats her other side. She moans, and we see her pussy pulse.
“She’s getting off on it,” Angel murmurs with awe. “That is good. She’s going to be able to take Khaos and I.”
“Wrath, take the edge off,” Khaos barks out.
Wrath moves forward, slipping out of his pants, grabbing our omega by the hips and slamming himself balls deep into her. She arches her back and howls, but she takes all of him in one thrust.
“That is so hot,” I whisper.
Khaos turns to us. “Water. Food. Close up the house. Set up her security systems.”
