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“You’ll be mine,” I continued, “and Gray’s, and Rian’s, ours to share. We’ll keep our omega full and happy and safe and round–fuck,” I growled, as my cock let loose another flood of heat deep inside her. She felt so good, so wet and so tight and so soft, my hand on her stomach, protecting her, my weight draped heavy across her back as she rubbed her nose into the blankets.
I dropped my hand lower still, feeling for her clit, finding it swollen and slick. I trailed my fingers through the mess, then rubbed purposefully over her clit with my thumb, and felt her tense around my cock again, bucking against me and away from my finger, but I worked her through it. She could come again–and she did, after only a moment, the contractions of her cunt around my knot squeezing another wave of come from me. Over the rush of blood in my ears, I could hear her panting now, her moans sounding weak and exhausted.
“Sleep, omega,” I groaned, and turned us from all fours to our sides, curling around her small body with one hand over her soft stomach. My cock was still twitching under her skin; my release was slowing, but it would be hours yet until my knot went down. “Alpha is here. Rest.”
Her breathing had evened even before my cock stopped its pulsing, lodged deep within her body. She slept.
CHAPTERTHIRTY
Gray
“God fucking damn.”
I stood in the kitchen, buck-ass naked, letting the cold air of the fridge blast my sweaty, sticky body. We were supposed to be getting snacks–strawberries, water, protein bars. The sun was rising outside.
Rian just laughed, but as reached across me into the fridge to collect the bowl of cut fruit, I could see that his hand shook.
We were both totally dazed.
This is why omegas needed packs. A beta–or even one alpha–would never be enough to satisfy an omega in heat. This is why the center had told us that betas weren’t allowed to participate, that they couldn’t–
“Hey,” I barked, and Rian froze, half in the pantry where we kept the bars. “Sorry,” I said, immediately feeling even guiltier than I had. “I wanted to tell you that…” I wasn’t sure how to word it. “That you’re important.”
He turned toward me, a smile on his face but his brows drawn together, perplexed. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I have a feeling this is going to get… more intense.” His brows lifted, his smile sliding into a smirk. “And I wanted to tell you that if I bitch about keeping our–” I cut myself off abruptly. “Keepingtheomega satisfied, well, that’s a personal failing ofmine.”
“Not all of us can be Lucas,” he quipped, but I had more to say.
“No, not all of us can. Not all of us need to be, or should be. You, in particular. My whining doesn’t have anything to do with–with your status,” I said. The chill of the fridge had cooled my skin, but I could feel my blood rising. “And also, I don’t want to see you sitting on the sidelines, fucking–fuckingcockwarmingme or Luc again.”
“Yeah?” he said again, and I nodded. “That’s so sweet of you,” he continued, and it took me a moment to realize that he was teasing me. “My sweet alpha, looking out for his beta. Or…” he approached me, the sparkle back in his eyes despite the dark circles already faintly visible. It had been a long night, a long–I looked at the clock on the wide gas range–twelve hours, since I had picked her up and she’d ridden my fingers in the car. “Or, could it be… that you just want to watch me with her. Is this some kind of a secret kink of yours I never knew about?”
It wasn’t–or, well, I hadn’t known that it was. I was worried about him: about feeling left out of this, about becoming the back-up beta who was in charge of drinks and snacks while Luc and I managed her heat. About feeling replaced.
But he already knew that. The smile on his face was soft and warm, and his fingers, as he curled them around my half-hard shaft, were gentle, teasing, not really meant to get me up or get me off. Just… there, like Rian always had been, his cheerful presence mediating between his two alphas, pulling us together. He was the sun around which we orbited, the center of the pack, and nothing would change that. Not an omega, not even if… I didn’t even dare put words to my hope.
“Come on, baby,” I said instead. “Let’s get these supplies upstairs.”
I kissed him, softly.
We tasted like her.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE
Lucas
It wasafternoon when I awoke again, bleary and dazed. Madison was still passed out, but as I disentangled myself from her, my cock slipping wetly from her body, she whimpered. Gray was sprawled next to her, with Rian on his other side, and she snuggled into him instinctually. “It’s okay, omega,” I murmured, shifting a blanket so it covered her form, then feeling her forehead: warm, but not burning. I went quietly to the bathroom, nearly tripping over two sets of shed clothing–her’s and Rian’s from last night–before turning on the water to fill the oversized soaking tub, checking the temperature, and stoppering the tub. There was a bottle of water and a bowl of fruit on the ledge, and I was suddenly starving. Those were for her–I would eat a protein bar from the box on the vanity, the black and red writing incongruous in the bright white marble of the bathroom. I shut the blinds that hung over the window, dimming the bright sunshine that flooded the room.
Rian was awake when I returned to the room, sitting up on the edge of the bed, chugging a water bottle. He nodded, but didn’t say anything as I picked up Madison, bridal style, and carried her to the bathroom. I lowered us both into the lukewarm water and she awoke, smiling up at me. Her eyes were clearer; her heat would be back, and soon, but for now, she could eat a strawberry, drink some water, wash some of the sweat from her body…
“Thank you, alpha,” she murmured, leaning back against my chest as the water swished around our bodies. Maybe she wasn’t quite so lucid as I thought. My cock was hard against her spine, but for now, I were more pressing concerns.
“Mmm,” I hummed, picking up a strawberry, holding it in front of her lips. “Can you eat a little, omega?” She opened her mouth, and I popped it in.
Her breasts were on the smaller side for an omega, but they still had enough roundness to be buoyant in the water, and I stared as the water lapped against them. Rian always teased me about being a “boobs guy,” and although I had been perfectly happy with our trio’s distinct lack of womanly curves–I would have been happy had our perfect match been a male omega, I guessed, we would have made it work somehow, having all those male bodies in the house together–I couldn’t help but reach my other hand to cup her soft breast, just as I had done while I had had her on the bed beneath me. Here in the bathtub, she felt warm, and slippery, and soft all over: a woman, and an omega. Her lips brushed a kiss onto my fingers as she plucked another strawberry from them. It was nice, taking care of her. I understood, scientifically, that my brain was flooded with serotonin from my earlier orgasm, that her pheromones and my hormones were directing my actions, my feelings, but…
Rian’s eyes were soft as he peeked his head in the door and landed on the two of us. “Need anything else?” he whispered, and I knew right then that this girl–woman, omega–was the one for us. We would have to let her go if she wanted us to–of course we would, we were men, not beasts–but if we did…
