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Then he deliberately reaches to roll her nipple between his fingers in what feels like sensual revenge for me.

My Omega jumps, letting my nipple go. She wriggles her ass back against Angel’s cock in revenge of her own.

Angel moans.

My Omega laughs, as Angel drops his hand from her nub, smoothing down her sides to her pussy. He circles her clit, until she enthusiastically rises up, and he dips in and out of her pussy.

Her chest flushes.

“Such a good Omega for us,” Angel murmurs. “Take the knot when you’re ready. Set the pace.”

My pulse thunders.

My Omega’s gaze is loving, and I am not ready for it, as she reaches forward to trace down every inch of me—my arms, abs, and hips.

My muscles twitch, and I don’t know whether I want to push into her touch or away from her.

I have never felt this seen.

My skin is covered with marks. I can’t move. But I am at the heart of my pack.

Then she grabs my cock, and I howl.

The intense sensation as her small hand wraps around my cock and she pumps makes me bang my head against the mattress.

“Shall I lift you onto his cock before he concusses himself?” Angel wraps both his arms around my Omega’s waist.

She licks her lips, still mercilessly twisting my shaft, before she polishes over the head of my cock.

My eyelids become heavy.

I struggle not to let them close because I don’t want to miss the moment that she sinks onto my cock.

I need to see our bodies joining with a visceral desperation.

Angel reaches around and grabs the base of my cock.

Along with my Omega, he holds my cock stiffly in one hand, as if it’s a dildo. With his other arm, he raises our Omega high enough to tease her pussy over the tip.

Ripples of pleasure wash down my spine at the wet feeling of her pussy. Slick licks down my shaft. I try to hump up, as the head of my cock edges into her pussy.

“Our Omega is in charge of the ride, cowboy.” Rhett edges up my legs, pressing me more firmly onto the mattress.

His cock drags along my trapped thighs.

I am safe.

I growl, and my Omega meets it with an answering growl of her own that makes my balls tighten.

She rests her hands on my chest, licking over the muzzle tantalizingly above my dry lips.

I can almost taste the blackberries…

Then Angel lets go of her, and she lowers herself inexorably onto my cock.

My cry is muffled. My arms strain.

I can’t push up into her like I am desperate to. Instead, I must wait in awe, as she sits upright, turning to kiss Angel.