Page 51 of The Omega’s Nest

Chapter 19

Addie

Leo’s on me the second we step inside the small beach shack. I can see the ocean clearly from the glass sliding doors at the rear of the house. The sun is rising over the waves peeling beautifully from the lip. Lefties. I know this break. A lefthanders beach break more suited to Leo as a goofy footer than me, except he’s never had my skill. I smirk, excitement building—head high, that’s a decent swell for summer. I need to find a board, strip off, hit the water and feel those waves under me.

I’m tugged back against Leo’s chest and my need for his knot crashes into this other need, reeling me back in.

“I can wait?” Leo says against the shell of my ear. His cock is a long, thick line digging into my back and his voice is strained. I know he would wait, though. He’d join me if I asked.

I spin in his hold, go up onto my tiptoes, and whisper against his lips. “After.”

He growls and scoops me up with his hands under my thighs, and I wrap my legs around his waist and kiss him. His cock bumps up against the material of his jeans covering my hole, and I slick up in response.

Leo’s tongue slides into my mouth and I groan. He rumbles, tangling his tongue with mine. His alpha side has receded, but I can feel it lurking. Watching him beat Benji to death with his bare fists had been alarming, terrifying, exhilarating. My omega slicked up at the sight of it, while the rational side of me was horrified.

I pull back. Leo’s face is caked in dried blood. Benji’s blood.

He gets us through a doorway and lowers me onto the bed. Staying close, he brings his hands up to cradle my face. His knuckles are crusted in even more blood. I should be disgusted, but my cock throbs and my hole is so desperate for him the ache rivals what I felt in heat.

My alpha killed a rival for me and I’m fucking exhilarated over it. I can’t help it. If I let all morality go—and really, what place is there for morality with regards to the alphas who run The Nest—then I’m allowed to feel what I feel. It was fucking hot. I wasn’t even scared for him. Benji never stood a chance. My beautiful, gentle Leo was savage with rage. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything hotter.

“Off, off,” Leo murmurs against my lips as his hands skim over my skin, bunching the shirt, singlet, and hoodie under his hands.

“You too,” I pant out. God, but I need his skin. His cock. His knot. I still can’t believe this is real. I’m free. With Leo. We’re bonded.

I shove my hands under his shirt and hoodie, trying to get it off while I’m blinded by my own clothes bunching over my face. It gets tangled and Leo growls. I start laughing. My head pops free and Leo stares down at me. He cradles my face and sways forward to kiss me, his lips curling on mine. I giggle into the kiss, giddy with this freedom.

Leo runs his hand down my side, teases the top of the belt and waistband. I stop laughing. I need his knot, right now.

I break the kiss. “Naked.”

Leo sits back and rips his top half off, then goes for his pants and undoes them with fumbling fingers. As each inch of his skin is revealed to me, I reach down and squeeze my hard cock with a groan.

By God, but he’s gorgeous. The muscles on his impressive frame just swell, and there’s so much of him. He was always someone to look at—I’d steal glances at him when he was stripping out of his wetsuit. The smooth lines of his thighs, the roundness of his ass, his flat stomach, and the promise of swelling pectoral muscles. But now all that potential has been met and he’s a young alpha about to enter the decades of his prime.

“Keep looking at me like that and I’m not gonna last,” he says, blushing.

I grin up at him. He’s not going to last? I could probably come just from staring at him. But he’s not getting away with not fucking me, biting me again.

“You better last,” I tell him, trying to put some boldness into the words. “I’ve been dreaming about your knot.”

Leo groans. “Addie, Jesus.” He goes for my belt. “Can I?” He flicks his eyes up.

I roll my eyes. I can’t help it—is he serious?

“Don’t have to ask. I’m your omega, remember?”

Leo shakes his head. “I always have to ask. I don’t own you.”

I frown at him. He literally owns me. I want him to own me. I know my scent has dropped out.

“Hey, hey,” Leo says softly and blankets me with his body. He slides his hand behind my nape and tilts my face up. “You’re mine and I’m yours, but I’m not … I’m not ever gonna make you do … stuff.”

“You’re not making me,” I say and roll my hips up, my thick cock rubbing against his. “I want you.”

Leo shudders, squeezing his eyes closed. “I know, but I mean, I’ll never just presume, okay? You’re my best friend.”

My stomach flutters. He’s my best friend too, and we probably always will be best friends above and beyond being mates.