Page 3 of Your Wild Omega

And then I feel them. Giant drops land on my cheeks and slide down my jaw. My alpha cries as he takes me.

“Oh, shit. Baby,” I breathe, stroking his tears away. I pop my finger to my mouth and suck on the salt. My voice breaks as I tell him, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Searing energy flares through me, lighting a wildfire in my core. I rise, straining toward my panting alpha and crying out as the peak hits me hard. Zack growls and gathers me in his arms, and then he bites down on the bond mark again.

A scream tears through my throat as a double orgasm explodes, blazing with solar intensity.

My alpha burns with me.

His thick cock pulses and the knot swells against my ass. Potent desire flares in our bond. The scale of his possessive need flooding straight into my heart overwhelms me, stealing my breath. Zack howls in victory as he releases inside me, cum running down my legs to soak the blanket. I drop my head back to catch my breath.

The alpha releases his bite, licks the wound, and then ghosts his mouth across my collarbone. There’s no way he can miss the scars dotting my skin since his sensitive lips catch on every ridge. Does he know what they mean? Not likely.

He lifts his head and hangs over me, barely panting. I track the movement as he runs his fingers down his torso until they catch on a scar over his hip.

My heart tears open all over again as I trace the mark under his fingers. “Yes, Zack, we’re the same. Damaged, but survivors.”

Hot, dark anger floods through the bond. Zack growls, head swinging back and forth as he searches for a threat. I squeeze my eyes shut, shooing tears away from my lashes. “We’re okay, Zack. No more scars for us.” I roll away to grab the water bottle, releasing his softening cock.

Zack snarls and grabs me from behind, flattening me onto my stomach. He lifts me with one hand under my pelvis and tries to wedge his cock back inside me. I laugh breathlessly. At least this is an improvement on teeth. He whimpers and thrusts recklessly into my thighs, cock hardening on command.

“Fuck,” I murmur as his powerful thrusts rock me across the blanket.

He contorts and drops his head to kiss my back. Every touch brims with feral adoration. My omega nature revels in her alpha’s care, and with a needy whimper, I lift my ass and present to him.

His fresh malt scent darkens, as if alcohol soaks through it. Zack lifts me by the hips and drives his cock in deep. I mewl in delight. He barks a gruff, commanding sound in reply that makes me shiver all over. He’s taking what he needs, and he’s not going to stop.

Who cares if we’re like dogs going at it? It’s just us here. We’re as wild as they come. The alcohol scent burns through my nose as Zack dominates my body, growling and shaking as he drags orgasm after orgasm from us both. The lone streetlamp keeps watch while my alpha binds us together over and over in a wild frenzy.

My alpha is in rut.

Somewhere near dawn, he works his giant knot across my trembling thighs and through my swollen pussy lips, lodging it inside with deep, determined thrusts. “Mine,” he pants right into my ear.

An instant orgasm wrings my core, and I scream and shatter in his arms, calling my alpha’s name. The walls of the truck blur and I flop limply across his shoulder.

When I stir, we’re still knotted together as daylight breaks through the truck window, accompanied by red and blue flashing lights, and the wail of sirens—the sound of those damn consequences catching up with us.

I hope my alphas come for me this time.

Chapter two

Callisto

Two full days have passed since Red vanished. I slide a mug into the coffee machine cradle and watch the trickle of black gold spill out. Exhaustion saps my bones and I move mechanically, bumping into the benches. We’ve barely slept, and the few hours we grabbed this morning were on the mattress dumped on the living room floor. The omega’s heat scent lingers in the apartment, the fading hints of honeyed nuts driving home the fact she’s gone.

Rickon stirs, his slender body jolting as reality sets in. “Any news?” he murmurs groggily, rising on his elbows.

“Nothing.”

He groans and flops back, his white-blond hair splaying on the pillow. A sting runs through my heart. If I’m this worried, how much worse must it be for her actual alpha?

“The guys at the OCB will find her,” I say to reassure both of us. “If we don’t hear anything today, they’ll put out a missing person alert.”

Ricky nods and sighs. He rolls off the mattress and collects the trash from the floor we haven’t had time to deal with yet. As he bends, his bed hair flops in his eyes and my fingers itch to brush it back for him. We haven’t shared a bed in ages; takes me back to when we were teens. After all the distance between us in recent years, it feels companionable, like we’re inseparable best friends again.

But I can’t enjoy it with Red missing.

My phone vibrates, spinning on the marble bench, and I frown at the unfamiliar number as I snatch it up. “Callisto Wren speaking,” I answer.

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