The look on his face matches our alphas.
“I knew it.” He lets out a laugh, a smile so wide it has me laughing with joy. “I fucking knew it,” he whoops, rushing over to me and scooping me up into his arms.
“My omega,” he groans, burying his face into my neck. “My Little Rose.”
“My alpha.” My words come out choked as I hold him tight.
“You smell fucking amazing, baby,” he groans, inhaling me deeply. “Like a field of fresh lavender.”
“Atlas, share. Willow is three seconds from having a meltdown and stabbing you if you don’t hand over her omega,” Jude warns, but there's no heat in his tone.
I turn my face to see him, finding him looking overjoyed at the news.
“Fine.” Atlas puts me down.
“You’re mine,” Willow whispers, stepping up to me as she cups my face. There are tears in her eyes, but a smile on her face.
“I was always yours.” I let out a laugh.
“I know, baby.” She leans in and kisses me. “But this,” she laughs, rubbing her nose against mine. “This is perfect.”
She buries her face into my neck, breathing in deeply. Her groan of pleasure has my nipples pebbling as slick slides down my thighs.
“I love you,” I tell her. “Both of you.” I turn to Atlas. “I’ve been so worried that when I went off my blockers, the results wouldn’t be what I want. It’s why I waited so long. But I’m glad I did. I can stop stressing. You’re my scent matches,” I laugh. “I’m so fucking happy.”
“We love you too, Little Rose.” Atlas kisses me.
“I wish omegas could scent match with other omegas,” Jude says, his tone sounding a little sad about it.
Smiling wide, I free myself from my alphas and go over to my omega, wrapping my arms around his neck. He pulls me close, letting me feel just how happy he is about all of this.
“We might not be able to be scent matches, but that doesn’t mean your rich, sweet fudge scent doesn’t have me wanting to climb you like a tree right now,” I moan as I bury my face into his neck, breathing in. “You smell so fucking good.” My tongue swipes up the side of his neck, making him whimper. “I bet you taste just as good.”
Before I even know what I’m doing, my teeth sink into his neck.
Jude’s whimper grows louder, followed by a shuddering groan.
“Holy fuck.” He gasps for air.
“I think our girl is going into heat,” Atlas chuckles. “And she seems a bit possessive. I fucking love it.”
“Jude, baby,” Willow says, stepping up to Jude. I pull my mouth from his neck, proceeding to suck and nip at his throat before making my way back to his mouth. “Did you cum in your pants just by Briar’s bite?” She sounds amused and aroused.
Wait, did he?
Pulling back, my lips swollen from kissing him, I drop to my knees. There's a wet patch on his boxers, answering Willow’s question.
“How could I not?” Jude pants heavily. “My omega just claimed me as hers. It was hot, and god, it felt good.”
Grabbing onto his boxers, I tug them down, his still hard cock, springing free. I waste no time wrapping my lips around the base and lick his shaft clean of cum before swallowing him down.
“Oh fuck,” he grunts, my throat contracting around his length. I keep sucking, bobbing my head, wanting more of his fudge flavor.
“Hungry girl,” Willow coos. “You want his cum don’t you baby?”
I nod, humming around Jude’s cock making him cry out.
“If you want a stronger taste, try his slick.”
