Page 38 of Game Over

Ineededmy alpha.

I wanted him, too.

And I needed to grow up and own it.

“I… I need…” I started, stumbling over the words amongst soft gasps of pleasure.

Knowing what needed to be done and communicating it were two different things, my unwilling tongue refusing to allow the syllables to pass my trembling, sweaty lips.

My eyes trailed to Charlie, his dark gaze so heavy I could feel the weight of it like a physical touch where it rested along the side of my sweaty face.

Jesse’s gaze followed mine, the beta putting together my unspoken request with their jaw working in indecision.

I could understand why. As much as I wished I could make this go away, that first heat at Omega’s Lust was something I dreamt about… often. I’d been back since, but no one came close to him. Their scents too pungent. Their touches too rough and demanding.

Now that I had the opportunity to fuck him again, I couldn’t resist.

I heard about it… The way that it would feel withyouralpha versus just some alpha chosen nearly at random. At first, I’d been able to pretend it was just the rose-colored glasses that came with having your virginity taken.

That it was nothing.

That whatever happened between me and that mystery alpha wasn’t anything special. A fluke. Misremembering the finer details of an otherwise entirely ordinary experience.

A one-time fascination turned into something more by my memory and hazy lust-filled heat hormones.

But now? The pull was undeniable.

I didn’t just want him.

“You need him,” Jesse finished for me, as though he’d read my mind.

The omega whine that left me was loud and needy, as if it was ripped from my throat without my consent.

Charlie stiffened in his chair, breathing through his nose sharply as his spine straightened, leaning forward to hang on the single word as it fell from my trembling lips like a prayer.

“Yes,” I breathed.

Jesse’s eyes moved to Charlie, but whatever unreadable silent conversation the two of them had were drowned by my gasped pleas for release.

“Don’t worry, sweet little omega,” Charlie murmured softly, slowly lifting himself from my computer chair with a creak of the leather to crawl onto my bed, his knee resting at the edge of the mattress so that the entire thing dipped with his weight, shifting Jesse’s cock inside me. “Spread your legs for me, babygirl.”

I panted softly, lifting myself from Jesse with herculean effort—only to be rewarded immediately by Charlie’s big hands pulling me towards him by my thighs, fingers biting against the pliable flesh hard enough to bruise.

“You have no idea how often I have fantasized about this,” Charlie murmured against my ear, his low voice shaking my very foundation.

“Charlie, please,” I pleaded. A whimpering mess of an omega wasn’t something I’d usually classify myself as, but right now you could throw my photo down next to the definition in the dictionary.

And now there was no muzzle between us—nothing keeping me from him, I couldn’t help but take my opportunity, turning around to jump on him, wrapping my thighs around his middle to pull the alpha close. Buttery blueberry invaded my senses, but it was slightly different. Before it was lighter, fresher, but now, it was almost syrupy and thick, decadent to the highest degree.

My fingers twined into the hem of his shirt, drawing him in and landing a harsh kiss to his lips. His compliance was almost second nature as his hands caught under my thighs and held me close, my slick core grinding against his clothed cock, rigid in his pants.

A mix of my slick and Jesse’s cum ran down my thighs, making me shift ever so slightly. I’m sure it was all over his pants, but he didn’t seem to care. Our lips met first and then tongues tangled in a clash of tastes full of untethered desire we’d both been holding onto for a year.

When I finally pulled away I was breathless, all but humping Charlie’s middle, craving some—any—friction.

It gave me a moment to realize Jesse was slowly moving off the bed.

I released Charlie and turned to them. “Where are you going?”

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