Page 50 of Omega's Triplets

God, she wanted it.

His face shone with awe as he peeled off her shirt. He ran his hands slowly up her sides, feeling her bare skin. Those hands were so big. His fingers circled her nipples, hesitantly at first, then with more confidence as she gasped and arched her back. She sat astride him and rocked her hips over his, rubbing against him through the clothing they still wore, wishing he would hurry up, and simultaneously reveling in this maddeningly slow pace.

He spent what felt like hours kissing around her breasts, tasting her skin, drawing first one nipple and then the other into his mouth. How could he possibly have this much control? And how could Maddy have believed, for even a moment, that she had any power here. She could have made him stop if she’d wanted, she didn’t doubt that, although the very idea of stopping was laughable. But to make him go faster?

She rolled them over, pulling him on top of her, and wrapped her legs around his hips. She pulled him down, so he was pressed against her and felt how hard he was. This must be driving him as wild as it was her. But he only smiled, bent down, and kissed along her jawline.

Finally, when Maddy thought she was going to combust with desire, he undid her pants and slid them slowly down over her hips. He kissed her ankle as he removed them, and she felt her eyes roll back in her head. Who knew she had so many nerve endings in her ankle, for God’s sake?

And now, he was kissing his way up the inside of her leg. He stopped at the knee, briefly exploring the area, before continuing up her thigh. When he reached her hip, he slipped two fingers inside her and she gasped, both overwhelmed with relief and aching for more.

Jamie worked his fingers slowly. She tried to pick up the pace, to thrust against him, but he smiled and wouldn’t give in. He kissed his way up her torso, his hand still at work, and up to her neck. Maddy was moaning aloud now, writhing beneath him, desperate to be fucked. She felt as if it had been months since the last time she’d had a man.I was just with Mark a few hours ago, she thought, but already that was a memory from another life. What mattered now was Jamie—his thick, steady fingers, his smoldering eyes, and—

He stepped back from her and dropped his pants, stepping out of them as they pooled on the floor. She drank in the sight of him. How could she have ever thought these men were too hard to tell apart? They might have had the same body, but the way they carried themselves was completely different.

He covered her like a blanket, and somehow, even though she’d been with his brothers every day this week, when Jamie entered her, it felt completely new.

And the thought that came to her as he thrust slowly into her, his arms wrapped around her neck, her legs tight around his waist, was,I love you.

She loved them all.

It came to her like spring rain, washing away the horrors of her past and her trepidation about being one of the Hell’s Wolves. She wrapped herself around Jamie, drawing him in deeper, and felt her orgasm crash over her.I love them. I love them. I love them all.

Jamie’s moan of pleasure mingled with her own, and he collapsed on top of her. “God,” he whispered.

She kissed his neck, kissed his jaw, held him close, not ready for him to leave her yet.

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MADDY HAD HOPED THEnews of Jamie’s imprinting would heal the breach between the brothers, but it didn’t. Over the weeks that followed, they seemed farther apart than ever. She still spent time with each of them, still relished the hours they had together, and one by one, she opened her heart to them.

“I love you,” she whispered to Mark one day in the woods after they’d made love, when they were lying still and listening to the river. He rolled over and climbed on top of her again, which was all the answer she needed.

“I love you,” she told Harley as they sat on the porch after dinner, each with a cold soda and a bowl of pistachios, tossing the shells into the yard.

He grinned and tossed a shell at her, and it bounced off her nose. “I love you too.”

“I love you,” she said to Jamie, coming up behind him as he worked on balancing the family’s budget one night, massaging his shoulders and kissing the top of his head. He reached up and pulled her hand down to his lips and kissed each of her knuckles gently, then stood and took her in his arms. The kiss they shared then was one of the best of Maddy’s life.

She was so distracted, so caught up in the lovemaking and the bliss of being newly in love, that it took her a week to realize she’d missed a period.

She felt none of the nausea she might have expected, none of the physical symptoms, and yet, as soon as the thought came into her head, sheknew. She knew it was true.

It was Harley, her first friend among the Wolves, who she confided in first, and it was Harley who drove to the pharmacy nearby for a test. He sat with her as she waited for the result, holding her hand, and just as she always did when she was with him, she felt incredibly young and full of life and energy and hope.

After the minute was up, they approached the sink and regarded the little plus sign on the test.

She was pregnant.

She was going to have their litter.

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