Page 64 of Your Wild Omega

He leans in and presses his lips to mine, giving me his answer as he wraps his arms around my neck. White Mine doesn’t plan to challenge me. I gasp with the force of the realization. I am the superior of this pack. This mysterious being and the omega who is part of me have given me their trust.

I will protect them forever.

A growl escapes me as I pick up Mine and then grab White Mine’s wrist and tow him along behind us. The pressure in my body solidifies into a pounding that beats in time to the organ in my chest.

“Bathroom first,” White Mine instructs as we reach the top of the stairs.

I writhe impatiently as he strokes Mine’s face with small wet towels, removing traces of the brown cream. When I can’t wait any longer, I bundle them into each other and push them into our room.

My room. My bed. My pack.

I resist the urge to throw them both down immediately and instead peel back the blankets. With a huff, I spin to face White Mine, pointing to the bed. “Ask. Ask.”

“All right.” He smiles wearily. “Well done. Now have your way with us.” His expression wobbles. “Help us forget.”

Ohm opens her arms, and I sweep her down onto the sheets. Her delicious scent’s been in my nostrils since she dropped her dress in that crowded, glittering place, and now I’ve waited long enough. She didn’t leak tears, but I lick underneath her eyes, just in case. A sharp, foreign scent lingers there with the dampness, left over from the cleaning towels.

She clings to me, trembling, as I press my lips to hers. Her desire floods into me, but it’s mixed with the echoes of pain. I curl my hands around her head and kiss her over and over, our lips swelling and slipping into each other, like the water drops on the windows. If I kiss her enough, maybe the sadness will go away. Our breath mingles, and it must warm her because one arm flops above her head and the rigid stress in her shoulders melts away.

The edges of White Mine’s borrowed jacket flap open on the bed as I trail my way down her body, kissing and sucking on the bite mark that sealed us as one. Mine moans and her hands scrabble against the soft, cool pillow. I lick over her heart, the steady thumping within reassuring me. My chin catches on the shiny little covers over her breasts, making her gasp. But the scent between her legs calls to me. I nuzzle my nose between her thighs.

White Mine strokes my shoulder as he unbuckles the heeled shoes strapped to her feet. I lift her legs up over my shoulders to give him better access, and then dip my tongue into her wet crease.

“Alpha,” Mine whines.

The fizzing drink in the bottle tasted good, but this is better, and it makes my head swim deliciously. She tastes like the gold-brown liquid White Mine drizzles on my morning bread.

I spread her open wider and suck, searching for more. Mine thrashes on the bed, mewling with need. Those delicious sounds slide into my ears. Heat explodes through the part of my chest that belongs to her, sweeping away the suffocating mess of thoughts.

Hands come around my neck as White Mine braces his weight there while he undoes my clothes. I release Mine long enough to shrug my arms free, but the material catches on the lumpy white case around my arm like it always does.

“Easy,” White Mine says with a chuckle.

I give up and hold my arm out to him while I return to my feast. He slides skilled fingers under the twisted edge and gently tugs the shirt free.

Mine pulses hot and flushed under my tongue.

“Pussy,” White Mine murmurs, stroking his fingers beside my tongue. Then he presses on the spot that makes Mine gasp and arch off the bed.

“Puss-he,” I repeat back, more inside her than out.

Mine dives her hands into my hair and pushes my face down, crying out. Her muscles spasm. “More, Zack!” she commands, and I obey, licking until her legs squeeze tight and my prize bathes my tongue.

Beside us, White Mine sheds his clothes. He wraps his hand around his sprung shaft and strokes, his lips alternating between falling open and drawing in tight—pulsing in the same way Mine’s puss-he catches at me, and that other part of him that opens for the hardness between my legs. White Mine calls it a cock.

Mine’s legs slump, and I kneel up. “Come,” I order, reaching for my alpha.

He obeys meekly, kneeling on the bed. I rock backward and press him into place between me and Ohm.

“Feeling good, Biscuit?” he murmurs, cradling Mine in his hands.

“Mm-hmm,” she whispers back, limp and relaxed. Her space in my chest glows, and I know I made the right decision bringing this alpha closer to her. I’m able to share her emotions, but White Mine knows things I don’t. This bubbly warmth always flushes through when they’re in contact. It’s the reason I never tried to kill him.

I close my eyes, savoring the sensation.

White Mine’s fingers brush against my knuckles, and I wind our hands together. “It’s calledlove, Zack,” he murmurs.

“Love,” I repeat. Sounds like an important word.

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