Page 57 of Omega on Fire

“That’s it,” he murmurs, voice strained. “Take all of it. All of us.”

They move together, Josiah beneath me, Teagan behind me. Deep. Controlled. Filling every inch. I can’t think. Can’t breathe. Only feel.

Only them.

Pleasure coils tight and then explodes, my orgasm hitting so hard I scream. They follow, Teagan gripping my hips like a lifeline as he spills inside, Josiah groaning into my neck as he does the same.

I collapse between them, boneless, wrecked, and whole.

Teagan kisses the back of my neck. “That’s our girl.”

And in this moment, I believe it.

CHAPTER 21

TRIGGER

Ifucking hate bow ties.

My fingers fumble with the silk strip for the tenth time, attempting to create a perfect knot. It’s been too long since I had to wear a penguin suit. Tom Ford. Black jacket with satin peak lapels, matching trousers, and this goddamn bow tie that’s testing my patience.

In the mirror’s reflection, I catch Joker appearing in the doorway of my bedroom, already dressed in his own tux. The fabric hugs his slim frame perfectly, accentuating his height and the strength hidden beneath his lean build.

“Need help?” He grins, watching me struggle.

“I’ll figure it out,” I mutter, unraveling another failed attempt.

My mind wanders to earlier today, when I found J in my office.

He was pacing, muttering calculations and probabilities to himself, his hands flapping at his sides in that way they do when he’s spiraling.

“It’s my fault,” he said when he noticed me. “I should have had better firewalls, stronger encryption. Now everyone knows she’s here. Everyone knows about Charlotte and her whereabouts.”

The news had leaked about Charlotte and the other Omegas being found, and Joker was taking it personally. This was what happened when Joker spiraled, he took the weight of the world on his shoulders, especially when it involved someone he cared about. And Charlotte had very quickly become someone we all cared about deeply.

“J,” I said, pushing the door closed behind me. “Come here.”

He knew what I meant. What I was offering—a dance we’d perfected over years, the recalibration, the grounding. The way I pulled him back from the ledge when he got too deep in his own head.

“What if they come for her at the gala?” he asked, his breathing uneven as he approached me. “What if we can’t protect her?”

I grabbed his wrists, holding them firmly. “Look at me.”

His eyes met mine, still wild with anxiety.

“Have we ever failed a mission?” I asked, keeping my voice calm.

“No, but?—"

“Has anyone ever gotten past the four of us when we’re on guard?”

He shook his head, his breathing started to slow.

“Then Charlotte is safer with us than anywhere else on this fucking planet,” I replied, meaning every goddamn word.

What happened next was between me and Josiah—or it was supposed to be. The way I pulled him against me, the way my mouth found his, the way my hands gripped his hips, pushing him back against the desk, enjoying the taste of his tongue. I loved the way he sighed and relaxed in my hold. It was a physical release we’d shared for years, one that calmed his mind and satisfied my need to dominate.

But then the door opened as he sat shirtless on his knees before me. Charlotte stood there, her eyes widening as she took in the scene. Time froze as we all stared at each other.

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