I want her to know it all. To feel it all. To embrace it all.
She shudders once more, then begins to slide down on my shaft, her wet heat a kiss I’ll forever crave. Her body falls over mine, her mouth on my neck and trailing a path to my pec.
I wonder if she’s about to lick my nipple, something I never thought to ask for, when suddenly her teeth are in my skin and the little rebel isbitingme.
Pleasure shoots through every inch of my being, spreading through my veins like rapid fire and making me growl with euphoric need.
A claim.
My omega hasclaimedme.
Right over my damn heart.
How fucking appropriate.
“I’m going to tattoo that to my chest,” I hiss out, thrusting up into her at the same time Laz lines up his cock with her opening. “Fuck, Aurora.” I can’t fucking breathe. I’m so elated. So proud.So damn hard…
I grab her hair and yank her up to me, then sit up as far as I can so I can sink my teeth into her tit.
It forces Laz to push out of her, the angle not conducive to what he needs. But this isn’t about him. It’s about me and my omega. He can wait a fucking second.
She screams, her pussy walls closing around my shaft as she contracts and writhes.
Then Laz, being the dick he is, pushes her back down, his hand over mine in her hair as he forces her mouth up to mine. I kiss her, not caring at all that Laz is controlling this. Because this is my omega and she deserves to be worshipped. To be held. To be cherished. To be given whatever she wants and desires.
I try to convey all of that with my tongue. With my hand sliding down to her nape. With my cock pulsing inside her. With my heart beating for her and her alone.
I feel her melt.
Then tense as Laz starts to push himself inside again.
He purrs, as do I, both of us trying to ease her into this intensity.
Johan adds his own rumble, his hand tracing her sides as he kneels beside us. I feel him more than see him, my focus on our pet. But he’s there, his presence warm and comforting as Laz threatens to split her in two with his massive knot.
Fuck, this is going to be amazing.
Laz is already starting to slide in and out, taking over the rhythm and setting a steady pace. It’s gentle, something I suspect is only temporary as our little bee gets used to feeling so full.
I do my part by kissing her and distracting her with my tongue, loving the way her breasts feel against my chest.
And fucking reveling in the fact that I can feel my claim mark and hers with each movement.
Mine,I think.My omega. My mate. My fucking pet.
“Marry me,” I whisper against her mouth. “Please fucking marry me.”
She giggles. “You’re incorrigible.”
“I’mobsessed,” I counter. “Marry. Me.”
“Only you would propose while another man is inside her,” Johan says, obviously amused.
“I’m inside her, too,” I point out.
“Oh, I know,” he murmurs. “I’m watching and I’mveryenvious.”
“Then get up here and fuck my ass,” Laz tells him. “Or take our omega’s mouth. Your choice.”
