Page 34 of A Murderous Omega

I couldn’t think. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t do anything but mindlessly accept whatever Conor fed me as Emile licked me from the inside out.

These alphas were going to ruin me.

They already had.

Finally, I moaned in protest. “I’m full.”

Conor laughed softly, the rumble sweet and reassuring against my back. “No dessert?”

I shook my head. The omega sweet tooth was a stereotype, but I’d never had one. I wanted my alphas.

Emile stood up, and I pouted. “Water, omega,” he purred at me, his lips twisting up into a seductive smile. I downed the glass he handed me, then a second one.

“You promised me an orgasm.” I sulked when he didn’t immediately drop back down to his knees.

His soft laugh tugged on my heart, spreading warmth through my chest as he smiled down at me. “I did, didn’t I?”

Conor shifted me, spreading my legs out further and cupping my breasts with his large hands and kneading them.

“C’mon, lover, give our girl what she’s earned.”

“A knot,” I whined.

“After we shower, sweet murderer,” Conor said. “But Emile will make you come right now.”

Emile dropped to his knees and slid one finger inside of me, then two. When he put his lips to my clit and sucked, I went off like a rocket, drenching the two men with my slick as my climax tore through me.

As I relaxed into Conor’s grip, I couldn’t help but wonder how sweet it would be if I let these two alphas hold on to me.

15

CONOR

Emile took Lark into the shower while I prepared our bedroom for her heat, stashing snacks in drawers and hauling in cases of the sparkling water she liked so we could hydrate our violent little omega.

The room we’d prepared for her would wait until she admitted what Emile and I already knew.

She was ours.

The sweet noises she made in the shower as Emile bathed her combined with the rush of his need through our bond tortured me. The last months had been interminable as we waited for Lark to make up her mind to see us again. She’d consumed our thoughts, distracting us from each other and our day jobs.

I eyed the bed, then eyed the hamper of clothes by the door. Swiftly, I dug out our softest clothes out of the closet, rubbing them over me to refresh my scent, then dropping them on the bed so she could nest with them.

Blankets, pillows—I thanked the goddess Emile was such a picky bastard about quality linens as I emptied the closet to make sure she’d have everything she needed to nest.

When Lark finally emerged from the bathroom, glistening as water dripped down her luscious body, her eyes lit up when she saw the pile I’d made.

She ignored me, diving into the blankets and arranging them to create a deep bowl with edges that dripped down over the bed.

“Get clean,” she snapped. “I don’t want anyone else’s scent in my nest.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Emile snagged me for a quick kiss as he emerged from the bathroom. Five minutes later, I stepped out to find Lark and Emile furiously shouting at each other.

“How the fuck am I going to knot you if you won’t let me in your nest?”

Lark jerked back as if struck. “I don’t fucking know! I’ve never been with an alpha during a heat before!”