Page 42 of Omega's Triplets

“I’m not just an omega, right?” she asked. “I’m a person too.”

“Of course.”

“You can give in to this. You can follow your instincts. You’re not going to lose your humanity.”

Almost without being aware of it, he began to trace his fingertips up and down her arms. “If I give in to one side or the other,” he said, “I’ll be betraying one of them. They need me to keep the three of us in balance. They need me tobethe balance. Mark is wild and Jamie is calm, and I’m—”

“Forget about that,” she said. “Be here with me.”

He pulled her into her arms, and she was pleased to see him close his eyes and sigh as she came flush against him. She could feel the hardness of him again, now pressing against her hip, and she melted forward into him.

What was happening? Was this an omega thing? Would she feel this way all the time now? It had never happened with any of the men in the Death Fangs but thank God for that. Thank God the men she was with now were kind enough that she could be with them like this and not feel that she was in danger.

With Mark, she had been afraid, intimidated by the new things she was feeling and at a loss to understand what they meant. It had felt like falling, and Maddy had been terrified of the inevitable impact. But, with Harley, it was different. She felt utterly safe as his hands explored beneath her shirt. He’d given in now, was no longer trying to fight the animal instinct compelling him to take her, and she was glad. Whatever he had to give, she wanted it badly.

He lifted her into his arms and sat her on the counter beside the mixing bowl, and she raised her hips so that he could shimmy her pants down her legs. She expected him to undo his own belt buckle next, but to her surprise, he dropped to his knees before her and wrapped his arms beneath her thighs to taste her. She gasped, arching into his mouth, grinding her hips into his face. It was pleasure like she’d never known—and yet, simultaneously, her desperation to have him inside her only mounted.

Even as she came, holding a hand over her own mouth to stifle her screams, she was aware of a deep dissatisfaction. It had been wonderful, but it wasn’t what she really wanted. It wasn’tenough.

He looked wild as he rose to his feet, and she saw that, at some point, he had indeed unfastened his belt and freed himself from his pants. Now, arms still locked around her thighs, he pulled her forward and buried himself within her.

It was like finding an oasis in the desert. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let him have his way, leaning back and arching to meet his thrusts, gyrating her hips against him for more friction. She hooked her ankles behind his back and pulled him deeper, wanting more, wanting every ounce of all he could give her.

She lost track of time there, wrapped around him. Maybe they were only there for ten minutes, but to Maddy, it might as well have been forever. This was what her life had been about, had beenfor. This was what she had been born to do. Now, she was finally home. The bliss she felt mirrored what she’d experienced with Mark, but today, there was no fear. The fear had heightened things for her, in certain ways, but today, she felt more capable of understanding what was happening and how wonderful it was.

Harley cried out as he came. She pulled his head down to her shoulder to quiet him and felt him bite, felt his tongue pressed against her skin. It was enough to spur her to a second orgasm, and she gripped his waist with her thighs and sobbed aloud with the pleasure of it.

The hallway light turned on.

“Shit!” Harley pulled back from her and fastened his jeans. “Shit, fuck, get dressed.”

She yanked her pants up just in time. A split second later, the kitchen door opened. Mark stood in the doorway staring at them.

“Hey,” Harley said.

“We’re making a cake,” Maddy tried.

But Mark’s eyes said it all. He knew exactly what they’d been doing. He shook his head slowly, turned, and walked away.

Harley slid down to sit with his back to the cabinets. “Fuck,” he moaned.

She knelt beside him and rested a hand on his shoulder. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” she said. “He did the same thing. He can’t be angry.”

But Harley shook his head. “We were jerks to him,” he said. “We gave him hell for what he’d done. And then, I turn around and do the exact same thing. Of course, he’s angry. Anyone would be angry.” He sighed and rubbed a hand over his close-cropped hair. “This just keeps getting worse.”

“Do you wish we hadn’t done it?” Maddy asked.

“No,” Harley said quietly. “God help me, but no, I don’t wish that at all. This was one of the best experiences of my life, actually. And you’re right, I do feel like I’m going insane. I do feel like I can’t control myself.”

She nodded. “It’s like gravity.”

“Do you wish we hadn’t done it?”

She shook her head. “I just wish I understood why this keeps happening to me. And if it’s going to continue.”

Harley nodded. “I think it’s time we did a little research.”

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