Page 47 of Omega on Fire

And right now, she wants me.

I drag my lips down her neck, her collarbone, her sternum. When I reach her breasts, I take my time, circling each nipple with my tongue before drawing it into my mouth. She arches, a sound between a moan and a sob tearing from her throat. Behind her, Teagan strokes her arms, murmuring encouragement, pressing occasional kisses to her shoulders.

"Please," she begs, spreading her thighs wider. "No more teasing."

I glance up, meeting her gaze. "You sure about this, baby? All of us?"

She nods, desperation clear in every line of her body. "I've never been more sure of anything."

"Then hold on." I position myself between her legs, the head of my cock sliding through her slick folds. The sensation nearly blinds me, hot, wet silk that my body recognizes as my home. I notch against her entrance, watching her face. "Eyes on me, little Harlequin."

Her gaze locks with mine as I push forward, filling her in one long, steady stroke. Her body yields to mine, taking me to the hilt, and we both cry out at the completion. Behind her, Teagan stiffens, feeling her reaction through her back pressed to his chest.

"That's it," I growl, holding still to let her adjust. "So fucking perfect."

She whimpers, rolling her hips, already seeking more. "Move, Beaux. Please move."

I obey, pulling back before driving in again. Setting a rhythm that matches her shallow breathing. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure up my spine, my Alpha instincts screaming with satisfaction at being first, at claiming this territory.

But this isn't about territory, it's about Charlotte.

Her hands claw at my shoulders, urging me deeper, harder. I give her what she needs, letting the gentle start build into something more primal. Our bodies slap together, the sound mixing with her moans and my grunts.

"Yes," she pants, her head falling back against Teagan's shoulder. "Just like that. Don't stop."

As if I could. As if anything in this world could drag me from her heat. I feel her tightening around me, her inner walls clenching as her first orgasm approaches. I slide a hand between us, finding her clit with practiced fingers, circling the swollen nub.

"Cum for me," I command, voice rough with need. "Cum on my cock, Harley."

She shatters beautifully, her back arching off Teagan's chest, a cry tearing from her throat thatsounds like my name and a prayer combined. Her pussy grips me in pulsing waves, trying to milk my release. But I'm not ready, not yet.

I work her through it, slowing my thrusts but not stopping, prolonging the pleasure until she's boneless and gasping.

"Good girl," I praise, pressing a kiss to her sweaty forehead. "So fucking beautiful when you cum."

She smiles up at me, dazed and still hungry. "More."

"Greedy little thing." I laugh, but I'm already moving again, building another climb.

Teagan's hands come around to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing her sensitive nipples. She moans at the dual sensation, her body caught between us, treasured and worshipped.

"Can I taste?" Teagan asks, his voice strained with need.

Charlotte nods, turning her head to meet his lips. Their kiss is deep and sensual, a counterpoint to my increasingly rough thrusts. The sight of them together, my pack Alpha and my Omega, only spurs me on, sending me over the edge.

"Look at you," I groan, watching them. "Taking us so well."

She breaks from Teagan's kiss to look at me, hereyes now glassy with pleasure. "More," she demands again. "All of you."

Josiah appears at her side, running gentle fingers over her collarbone, down to where Teagan cups her breast. "May I?"

At her nod, he lowers his head to her nipple, sucking the tight bud into his mouth. The new sensation makes her clench around me again, and I curse, feeling my control slipping.

"That's it," I encourage, watching our Beta worship her breast while I continue to pound into her. "Take what you need, baby."

Moses moves to her other side, his massive hand spanning her entire rib cage. "Charlotte," he breathes her name like a sacrament. "Please."

She turns her face to him, offering her mouth. Their kiss is different from hers and Teagan's—reverent, almost worshipful. Moses, our resident holy man, treating her like his salvation.

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