Page 33 of A Murderous Omega

“Baby? Are you crying?”

Was I? Lucidity returned to me slowly.

“Oh, Lark,” Conor said softly, dragging me back into his embrace.

I tore at his shirt, desperate for skin-to-skin contact, sending buttons flying as I ripped it open so I could press our chests together.

“That’s it, baby, take what you need,” he murmured, stroking his hands up and down my spine, soothing me as I sobbed against him.

The mad lust of my heat receded, leaving despair in its wake. I’d never— I couldn’t— This was the first time an alpha had fucked me through my heat and the thought of going back to suffering through them alone, miserable, and aching broke my heart.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Conor said as my tears slowly subsided. “What’s wrong, sweet assassin?”

I shook my head, unwilling to admit how much I liked sitting here with him, inhaling his peppermint and chocolate scent, as he comforted me after the best fuck of my life.

Emile wrapped his arms around me from behind, bending over the two of us. “Food and water, omega.”

His growl cut through me, eliciting a shiver as my clit throbbed.

“Fuck, your pussy’s clenching around me,” Conor said.

“That’s because she likes it when I take care of her,” Emile said, lifting me up and arranging me in his arms so he could carry me over to a table laden with charcuterie and different types of bread.

He settled me in his lap, still naked, leaking slick and Conor’s cum. I angled away from him, then lifted his t-shirt up over his head so I could press my skin against his.

“Omega,” Emile growled.

“Alpha,” I sneered back. Guess I was feeling better.

Conor snatched me out of Emile’s lap and arranged me on his, my legs dangling to either side of me, baring my pussy to his lover.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, baby,” Conor said. “Emile’s going to eat his meal as long as you’re eating yours. If you stop, he stops, and when you’ve eaten enough calories to get you through the railing I intend to give you, he’ll let you come all over his face.”

Emile knelt before me, his warm eyes full of wonder as he traced his fingers up and down my bare calves.

“You are so beautiful, omega,” he murmured.

“My name is Lark,” I corrected tartly. Oh yes, I was definitely feeling more like myself. It wouldn’t last, but I had to seize some of my power back from these two alphas while I could.

“Lark,” Emile corrected himself, before kissing the inside of my knee and sending a shiver of want dancing up my spine. “Beautiful, perfect Lark,” he murmured against my skin, before biting the inside of my thigh.

Goddess, that hurt so good. I moaned in surprise when the flat of his tongue swiped against my clit, replacing the pain with ecstasy.

“Eat, sweet omega,” Emile said against my pussy.

With trembling hands, I reached toward the table, only for Conor to bat them away. “Let me.”

He adjusted me so he could reach the table, then proceeded to spread soft cheese on a slice of baguette. He held it up to me, and flavor exploded in my mouth when I took a bite.

“Feeding you is fucking sinful,” Conor muttered as Emile lapped and sucked and nipped at me, enough to draw gasps of pain and pleasure out of me, but never quite enough to send me over the edge into another delicious climax. “Watching you eat from my hand, knowing that I’m going to fuck you senseless later? Fuck, baby.”

Conor offered me a strawberry, then licked the juice off my chin, leaving a wet trail of his scent on my skin.

Emile slid a finger inside me, and I lolled my head back against Conor’s shoulder, overwhelmed by sensation, by the care these two alphas took of me.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Conor encouraged me, offering me a bite of bread and meat as Emile scraped his finger against a spot inside me that made me see stars.

“Keep eating, baby girl, so Emile can enjoy his meal too.”