Joker grabs Bird’s balls, however, and drags down, meanly. “Not until our Alpha gives permission, sweet Omega.”
Bird whines now in frustration. Tears gather in the corners of his eyes.
He lifts his lips, however, offering up a kiss.
Joker leans down, rewarding him with a passionate kiss.
Then he grabs his own cock in the circle of his fist and grunts as he starts to rub himself against Bird, driving himself to orgasm as well.
Phantom launches himself onto the bed, and it shakes.
I realize how much larger he is than his three Omegas.
A giant.
Phantom crawls over me, as careful as if I am made of china. He lays the back of his large hand on my cheek, and I turn my head and kiss it.
He smiles before he sits back, making sure to keep his weight off me.
Staring up at Phantom, it hits me hard why he looks different.
He’s not wearing his mask.
This is the face of the Alpha who loves me.
I shake.
I know what love is now.
I see it in the face of this Alpha.
Raw and exposed.
I wouldn’t need Phantom to ever fuck me. The rest of my pack would never need me to give them flowers, chocolates, or the other cliches of so-called romance.
But we fuckingloveeach other.
Finally, I understand the meaning of pack bonds.
When Phantom leans down to sniff my neck, I also take a deep breath of his intoxicating rum scent. It is richer than normal. His pheromones lie thick over the room.
They make my head dizzy.
I am falling deeply into my heat. I can barely think.
Phantom glances with a frown at the nest. Then he grabs the front of his top and tears down the front of it. It rips under his great strength. He tosses the fragments over the nest, before holding a strip out to me.
Happily, I take it, holding it to my nose.
I sniff, drawing in his spicy scent.
Phantom towers over me. He rests his weight on his tattooed arms. The muscles of his bare chest bulge.
Unsure whether it will cross a boundary to touch him or not, I give a questioning chirp, before I hold up my hand.
Phantom nods.
I trace down his strong chest.
