Between betas, I guess bites mean nothing, but it’s the first time I’ve ever bitten anyone. For me, it’s a huge deal.
“Delilah’s an omega, Tae,” Jagger reminds him, abandoning jerking off because he must sense my mood switch. “Biting is a little different for her, remember?”
Realization dawns as his eyebrows shoot up. “Oh.” Then it hits harder. “Ohhhh.”
Nash’s gaze rests on Tae’s shoulder, an unreadable expression on his face.
“I… I got carried away.” I cover my face with my hands. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have?—”
“Don’t apologize. I’m not an alpha, and that bite can mean whatever you want it to.” Tae sweeps a strand of hair off my face. “If you want it to be a casual bite during sex, no big deal. If you want it to mean something more, that’s up to you, cookie.”
“I want it to…” I admit shyly. “Mean something. I think.”
“In that case…” Tae grins victoriously. “I feel pretty fucking special and will wear your bite like a badge of honor. Although I may need you to do it again, somewhere else, where I can show it off to everyone because I have a fucking omega. Hell, you can bite me as many more times as you’d like.”
“I don’t want people to think I’m a vampire.” I giggle.
My giggles turn to full belly laughter as he showers my face in little kisses. Tae is the best. His light-hearted, positive attitude is exactly the kind of energy I bounce off. Even though we still have a lot to learn about each other, I already can’t imagine my life without him.
Seeing my mark on his shoulder brings me a sense of comfort, but I can’t forget myself like that again. Not around Nash or Jagger. If I bit them, it could end in a rut… Or them claiming me forever.
A bond between an alpha and omega is irreversible. If we ever decide to take that step, we’d need to talk about the consequences first. Like what we’d do during the bonding adjustment period—the time immediately following a bite, when it causes both parties physical pain to be apart. Although it worked out fine for Faye when she bonded with the Silverwood Pack, bonding with a celebrity like Jagger would be more complex.
“I’ll be more careful next time,” I promise, talking directly to Jagger and Nash, who must be having the same thoughts as I am. “I promise.”
“Next time?” Nash quirks his eyebrow.
“Yes.” I curl my finger, beckoning Nash closer. “Are you just going to sit there and watch all night?”
“Oh, omega… I never just watch.” He crawls over, grabs my hips with his huge hands, then flips me over so I’m on my belly. Despite the dominating act, I feel safe in his company. “Present for me.”
The commanding tone of his voice reminds me of a quiet storm brewing. I arch my back, spread my knees, and point my ass up in the air to show him my dripping pussy.
“You present so well.” He playfully spanks my ass, right on the sweet spot, sending a tremble of desire through me. I preen at his praise, my pussy contracting as his rough finger circles my tender entrance, spreading my pussy lips apart. “Look at all your beta’s cum inside you. He got you ready to take my knot, didn’t he?”
“Yes, alpha,” I whimper longingly.
He thrusts into me in a quick whoosh, stealing all the breath from my lungs. He’s girthy, taking up every inch of space inside me, leaving me wondering how there’ll be room for a knot.
He fucks me hard, letting out guttural grunts and groans with every snap of his hips. The primal nature of his sounds make me purr.
“That purr…” Jagger murmurs somewhere on my side, stroking my back.
Nash must agree as his motions quicken, jackhammering into me.
“Harder,” I plead. “Harder!”
He ravages me, fucking me like we might breathe our last breath at any second. I see spots, squirting slick all over him in gush after gush. His firm grasp around my waist steadies my shaking legs as I let the intoxicating sensations ripple through me.
“Are you ready to take my knot, omega?” Nash’s breath warms my neck.
The top of his knot edges against my entrance, pulsing with a promise of what’s to come.
“Uh-huh,” I confirm then reach for Jagger’s swollen dick. “And I want you, too, Jagger.” I open my mouth by way of invitation.
His eyes widen. “Are you?—”
“Now,” I demand.
