She’s our omega.
Our… ourcenter.
Except, we never really gave her a choice.Is she only pretending to want to be with us? Is she secretly working with her brother? Supplying him with information? Trying to take down our pack?
My jaw clenches with the prospect, and I push to my feet, determined to make her answer some questions.
But I freeze in the doorway to the conference room when I see Johan bending her over the table to slide into her wet pussy.
Noah is standing beside him, fisting his own cock while he watches. “Doesn’t she feel amazing?” my enforcer asks, his voice low. “Like the best pussy you’ve ever experienced?”
“The only one I ever want to experience,” Johan grinds out, slamming home inside of her as she claws at the table.
Her eyes are closed, her lips parted on a pant. She doesn’t look unhappy. In fact, she seems to be quite pleased by what Johan is doing to her.
But we’re her scent matches.
Her destined alphas.
It wouldn’t be difficult for an omega to feign interest in that situation.
So is she playing us?I wonder, my chest aching once more.Have we fallen for the oldest trick in the book—a vixen spy?
I swallow, my eyes narrowing.
If she’s here to hurt us, she’s in for one hell of a surprise.
Because she’s ours now.
And we won’t be letting her go.
Ever.
I quietly shut the door to return to my desk and pick up my phone.
Then I select Giovanni’s number and hitCall.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
LARK
Johan isn’t as longas Noah, but he’s thick and impactful as he thrusts into me.
In and out.
Allowing me to become accustomed to his size. His pace.His heat.
He presses a kiss to my shoulder, then to my neck, before placing his lips near my ear. “You okay, sweetheart?”
I groan and shake my head. “No.”
He stills, then starts to pull out of me.
I reach back to grab his hip. “You’re not moving enough,” I whine at him. “Fuck me,Johan. Don’t be gentle. I want?—”
He slams into me, causing my back to arch as a scream of approval leaves me.
“That,” I breathe. “That. Yes. More.”
