Page 102 of The Omega

“She wants you to chase her,” Atlas growled. “Why isn’t he chasing?”

“It’s the third act breakup.” Dorian sighed. “They’ve got to add drama somewhere.”

I would’ve sat up to argue that the whole plot was tense, but his fingers felt so good as he ran them through my hair and I didn’t want him to stop.

“Her ex-boyfriend is a weasel.” Atlas dug his fingers deeper into my aching feet.

I bit down on my moan of delight.

He turned to me. “You’d never do that, right?”

“Entertain the idea of someone else?” I teased.

Dorian’s grip tightened in my hair as he tilted my head back. “Never. You’re ours.”

Say it again. My wolf stretched out languidly just as I did; the two of us moving as one. Truth be told, the border between us was always a thin one.

I didn’t mind.

She had the best ideas.

“Opal…” Atlas tensed as his nostrils flared. His hand moved up to my calf and he held it there as his wolf flashed in his eyes. “Is it that time again?”

I sniffed. It did smell like maple syrup.

But I couldn’t even be embarrassed. “It isn’t the heat. I just missed you two.”

“And I missed you.” Atlas growled as he spread my legs wider, kissing and biting down my thigh as he sank lower on the bed.

I gasped at the feel of his roughened skin on mine, arching my hips as he grabbed my shorts and underwear, pulling them off my legs in a single swipe.

Then I was exposed and bare to him.

My big, Alpha mate.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He groaned at the sight of it before diving in for a taste. “And it’s so fucking sweet.”

I was lost, riding the waves of pleasure, as he teased and tested different strokes, settling on the one where his tongue danced with my clit that made me moan the hardest.

Dorian fisted the hair at the back of my neck as he turned my face to his again. Hunger burned in his eyes.

Slowly, he worked open the buttons of my pajama top, letting the material fall to either side. My legs quivered around Atlas’s head as I tried to hold Dorian’s gaze.

It was bold for an Omega, but my mates made me crazy, and heat or not, I wanted them to know what they did to me.

Dorian cupped my breast and rolled my nipple between his fingers, tugging and pinching just hard enough to make me cry out with need.

Atlas growled against my core as he clamped down on my clit.

“What do you think, princess?” Dorian’s voice rumbled with desire. “Do you think we should punish you for leaving us?”

I vote yes. My wolf raised her paw.

“I…” I swallowed, needing him to take control. “Um… Pl… Please…”

Dorian’s laughter was a delicious threat.

Atlas lifted his head from between my thighs.