Page 108 of Beautifully Scarred Omega

“I would never hurt you.”

Five words. And for some reason I believed him.

Maybe because he pressed his own shirt to my wound without hesitation, looking at me like he was the one in pain. Maybe because of what he did for Angela’s mother. Or maybe because the man I met at the gala—guileless and kind and sincere—is exactly who he’s turning out to be.

And that’s what makes the rest of it so confusing. Because if Finn is safety, then Max is the opposite.

He pins me to a wall for thirty seconds and I’m on fire.

The memory instantly warms my entire body.

God, I need to stop thinking about this.

But I can’t. Every second replays in my head and I can still feel his lips against mine, his cock against my heat, and my hand instinctively goes down and I moan at the contact, feeling the wetness through my underwear.

I open the drawer before I can think about it and take the device into my hand.

It feels soft and hard at the same time—and instantly, my mind goes to that moment with Ethan, when he was holding it between us, turning it slowly, his voice dropping low, and I could feel every word vibrate through me, and my body was leaning closer to him as if it had a mind of its own.

I touch the button on the side.

When you press this—the knot inflates.

And then he watched me watching it swell in his hands, and in that moment, my core pulsed, as if my body was already anticipating something it had never been allowed to want. Not just the device. Ethan.

I move my underwear aside and my breath catches. I’m wet. After all these years of feeling nothing, of being convinced my body had forgotten how to want—I’m drenched. My fingers find the slick heat and I spread it slowly, tentatively, and every nerve ending fires like it’s too much and not enough at the same time, my body starving and terrified of being fed.

The moment I touch my clit, my whole body jolts.

My back arches off the mattress and a sharp, involuntary sound escapes my mouth—and I realize that a decade of suppression has not killed what lives underneath.

And I’m back in that moment when Max had me against the wall and I could feel his hardness graze against me through our clothes. Everything in me comes alive at once, the same flood of need filling every cell, every fiber, until my entire body is screaming for more.

I move the device against my clit and gasp.

I’m starting to think you mean something different by it, Max whispered against my jaw, and I moan out loud as the vibration meets the bundle of nerves that’s been dead for so long and is suddenly, violently alive.

Max is kissing me against that wall, his mouth brutal and his hands unyielding and my body arched into his like it wanted to fuse with him. His hardness pressing against me, grinding against my clit through the fabric of his pants, and I move the device in the same rhythm.

I need more. I need so much more.

I move the device lower, feeling a need so intense my body tenses in anticipation, every muscle bracing for the pain that always comes next.

But it doesn’t come. The device enters smoothly, adjusting to my body the way Ethan described, and the sensation of being filled is⁠—

“Fuck,” I whisper into the darkness.

It feels so good. So, so good. A warm, steady, vibrating fullness that presses against walls that haven’t been touched like this... ever.

But in my mind, it’s not the device anymore.

It’s Max. Our clothes are gone and my back is against that wall and his green eyes are locked on mine, dark and intent, watching my face with absolute, consuming focus. His cock enters me slowly, filling me the way the device is filling me, inch by inch, and his voice is in my ear.

Look at me.

I press the device deeper. The vibration intensifies and a sound tears from my throat that I muffle with my free hand, biting into the flesh of my palm.

Then Finn is there. Behind me, his mouth on my neck, his lips trailing along the curve where my shoulder meets my throat, kissing me softly. I will never hurt you, Sophie. I turn my head and his mouth finds mine, and the kiss deepens instantly, his tongue sliding against mine while Max drives deeper inside me. The two of them holding me between them, whispering against my skin, Max stretching me open while Finn swallows every sound I make.