“You’re mine,” he rumbles, his pace increasing as his control slips further. “My omega. Taking my cock so perfectly.”
His words send a fresh flood of slick coating his shaft, making his thrusts easier, wetter, the obscene sounds of our coupling filling the steam-filled bathroom. His hand moves from my ass to my clit, his fingers finding the swollen bud and circling it with firm pressure.
“Rowan!” I cry out as pleasure spikes through me, my back arching at his touch. “Oh god, don’t stop!”
“Never,” he promises, his hips snapping forward with increased force. “Going to fill you up, breed you full of my pups.”
The mention of breeding triggers something primal in me, my omega instincts responding instantly to the alpha’s promise. My pussy clenches around him, squeezing his cock in rhythmic pulses as my orgasm builds with startling speed.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his finger working my clit faster. “Come on my cock like a good omega.”
The pressure builds to an unbearable peak, my entire body tensing as pleasure gathers at my core.
“Ahh!” I scream, my pussy clamping down on his cock. Wave after wave of pleasure pulses through me, my newly bare skin amplifying every sensation to an almost painful intensity.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” Rowan groans, his rhythm faltering as his own orgasm takes him. I feel the base of his cock swelling, his knot forming as he pushes deep one final time.
The stretch of his knot locking inside me triggers another smaller orgasm, my body milking his cock as he begins to pulse inside me. Hot jets of cum flood my womb, each spurt accompanied by a deep, guttural groan from the alpha.
“So good,” he murmurs, his face buried against my neck as his hips make small, circular motions, grinding his knot deeper. “You’re so perfect, Francine.”
My hand finds his face, fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw with wonder.
“Did you mean it?” I whisper, suddenly needing to know. “When you said you loved me?”
“Yes,” he says simply, no trace of doubt in his voice. “I’ve been waiting for you my whole life, Francine. I knew it the moment I scented you.”
“I don’t understand how this is happening so fast,” I admit. “But it feels right.”
Rowan presses a gentle kiss to my lips, his eyes serious as he pulls back to look at me.
“We’ll take care of you through your heat,” he says. “And when it’s over, if you’ll have us, we make it official. To make you our pack omega. Forever.”
Twenty-Five
FRANCINE
After my gloriousbath with Rowan, I’m eating breakfast in my nest, sitting naked on Kieran’s lap.
My skin feels too tight for my body, my nipples painfully hard, and the empty ache between my legs is constant.
My newly waxed pussy is exposed without any underwear. The alphas have insisted I wear nothing at all times, so they can‘monitor my heat properly.’ It’s mortifying, but I’m too hungry to care right now.
Drake sits cross-legged in front of us, a tray of breakfast balanced on his knee. His green eyes sparkle with mischief as he lifts a forkful of fluffy pancakes drizzled with syrup to my lips.
“Open your mouth, sweetie,” he says, his voice a honeyed command that makes my pussy clench.
I part my lips obediently, accepting the bite. The sweet, buttery flavor explodes on my tongue, and I realize how ravenous I am. I’ve barely eaten since my heat began yesterday, too consumed by the insatiable need for alpha knots to think about food.
“So good. More,” I mumble, and he quickly feeds me another bite.
“She’s a hungry little thing,” Kieran comments, his hands resting possessively on my waist. “In more ways than one.”
Elias and Rowan lounge nearby, both shirtless in loose sweatpants, their eyes never leaving my body as they talk about business.
I’m hyperaware of how I must look to them. I’m fully naked, flushed, my legs pressed together in a futile attempt at modesty despite sitting bare-assed on their pack leader’s lap.
As Drake offers me another bite, this time scrambled eggs with bits of bacon, Kieran’s lips brush against my ear, his voice dropping to a whisper.
