Page 49 of Your Wild Omega

Fresh paint covers over Red’s hastily scribbled message from her last heat, reminding me her next one’s only a month and a half away. It will be here before we know it. Will she let me help this time or will she take her fill from her two official alphas? I think I know the answer, and it’s not in my favor.

I clench my fist. Red needs to accept me before then. Being on the outer circle is chilling me to the bone.

Moans sound from the other room and I freeze. When it was just Red and Rickon, they kept things civil upstairs and out of my sight. But now Zack’s roaming my apartment, it’s like he’s trying to rub their bond in my face.

I suck in a deep breath and round the wall dividing the front entrance from the open living and kitchen area, but I halt at the sight before me. A trail of discarded clothing litters the floor from here to the couch, where Zack’s balls-deep in Red.

What’s more shocking is Rickon bent naked over the bigger alpha’s shoulder, hands braced on Zack’s back. The feral’s fingers disappear between the pale alpha’s ass cheeks and my friend moans in erotic pleasure.

My heartbeat falters. He’s fucking Ricky too now?

From this angle I can’t see much of Red, except her shapely legs spread around his hips, and one arm thrown over the end of the couch. But Rickon? His usually sleek hair falls forward to curtain his eyes, his pale skin’s bare and flushed, and his fingers dig into Zack’s back. I’ve never seen my best friend so . . . unrestrained. His thick lips quiver around every shattered breath as he sways with Zack’s thrusts.

My mouth fills with saliva, and blood courses through my dick. Fuck, I shouldn’t stare. It’s not polite. But it’s like an ancient pagan festival teleported into my living room, and I can’t look away. Their naked bodies tangle together, their moans mingling into a sweet symphony that burns a trail from my ears to my alert cock.

What would it be like to shed my clothes, kick off my shoes, and join them? Dip my boner between Red’s velvet lips? Press my thumb into Rickon’s open mouth and have his breathless pants burn hot against my hand?

Heat flares across my cheeks. Rickon’s handsome and stylish, but I never saw him in that light. Well, I liked our little touches and hugs, but I thought that was because we were so close, growing up together like family. Right here and now, I can’t deny Rickon’s a fucking sexy man. I brace myself against the wall as shock weakens my legs.

Zack turns his head. It’s just an inch, enough to bring his five-o’clock shadow and divided chin into sight, but it’s enough for me to know he’s assessing my presence. His hips flick forward, startling a moan from Red.

The primal fucker’s showing off. And he’s so strong, he doesn’t even need two good arms to do it.

Anger rises, hot and bitter, inside me. Logically, I can’t blame him. Anyone who possessed Red would want to brag about it. I would, if I were in his position.

Rickon lifts his head, sweat-soaked hair falling back as his dreamy eyes flutter open. He jerks and gasps as our eyes meet. “Fuck!” he hisses, scrambling to get off Zack.

The feral tightens his hold around Ricky’s waist, trapping him in place on his broad shoulder. He turns, grazing teeth and tongue across my best friend’s white hip in warning. Ricky moans, trembling. His nails dig deep into Zack’s skin, but the alpha doesn’t seem to notice.

Rage billows through me as my friend squirms. All I can think of is Rickon bruised and battered after his ex-boyfriend attacked him. “Let him go,” I snarl, striding forward. Where the hell are the OCB agents? Aren’t they supposed to stop this exact thing?

Zack tenses and lets out a warning growl that sounds more like it should come from a bear than a human. It sends a shiver down my spine, but I ignore it, reaching for Rickon.

Rickon recoils from my hand and covers his mouth, his cheeks burning. “I’m okay, Calli. I gave consent.”

I blink at him, astonishment whispering strange things through my mind. I mean, I knew Ricky bi, but seeing him like this is a whole different ball game. How can he give himself to an alpha who can barely speak?

Red struggles up on her elbows, sweat shining between her perky breasts. “Hey, Callisto,” she murmurs, smiling like she’s glad to see me. “We’re all good.”

My already excited dick does a hula dance. Regret wracks me. I want to kneel and kiss her, but that means exposing my back to the vicious alpha fucking her like there’s no tomorrow. And his alpha manner exudes an icy, rigid barrier between us. Despite his sensual hold on both Red and Rickon, he vibrates with a side-eyed focus that’s directed at me. I’m not welcome.

The tension makes my lungs clamp up, like the room’s closing in. I can’t stay here. “So—so long as you’re fine,” I mutter, dragging my gaze away. Each step feels heavy as I climb the stairs.

Agent Pierce hovers on the landing, just out of sight but close enough to hear. He averts his gaze. “Welcome home, Callisto.”

“Thanks,” I grind out. Some welcome.

I came home hoping to hear about Red’s day on set, but I might as well have stayed at the office. Work is simple. I know what to do when it comes to my job. Omegas and packs? That’s a different matter entirely.

Growling under my breath, I remove my vest, loosen my top buttons, and set up in my small office. I slam the door shut against the breathy moans rising up the stairwell, but I can’t get the visuals out of my head.

Nor the blood out of my cock.

I unzip my straining pants and lean back in the plush chair as my throbbing dick jumps into my hand, ready for action. My omega’s downstairs, making love to another. It tears at my heart,and I curse myself all over again as I stroke my length. If only she were here, straddling my lap. If only I could call her mine.

And Rickon?

I puff air through my cheeks and tug harder, the first hint of electric thrill rising in my belly. I always wondered what kind of face he’d make during sex, whether his stylish, polished look would fall away. And now that I’ve seen it, him blown to abandonment with the flush of lust, I can’t get the image out of my head.

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