Page 97 of Your Wild Omega

Red and I both laugh at his eagerness. “Let’s go upstairs and shower first. It doesn’t feel like a couch kind of day.”

Zack surges to his feet, spilling us with him but catching us before we can fall. He’s fast on his feet; that’s for sure.

Chapter thirty-eight

Zack

A strange desperation grows inside as I study the water running over White Mine’s bare back. It’s a feeling I know is important but can’t put into words. So much happened today that I need to make sense of, but the meaning remains out of reach.

I didn’t like White Mine being so sad. Or angry. I could smell that as easily as I can smell my ohm. But why he was angry and who I should kill for causing his pain, I’m not sure.

He wanted to shower first, as if to wash off the day, so we piled in and found each other’s bodies amid a layer of frothy soap.

“Zack,” White Mine moans.

My arm snakes between his legs to grip his cock while I thrust into my ohm, her spluttered gasps edging my senses as the shower water runs across her face and patters loudly on the plastic cap sitting over her hair.

My foot slips a little on the wet floor, and I grunt, bracing on the slick walls. We barely have room to turn with the three of us crammed in together, but having them so close is worth thesquish. I didn’t like being separated today. We’ve been together almost constantly since Mine brought me here, so I thought it would always be the same. But today was different.

I grip White Mine tighter, startling a gasp from him. Today when he was most in need, he reached for that other alpha—the one I cast out. I hated seeing him in someone else’s arms, especially when it’s that sleek, dark-haired outlier. But instinct told me he could help my pack brother.

I need to know why.

Why he deserved such a sweet smile as they walked down the steps. Why White Mine called his name so desperately as he asked for help. I channel my frustration into my body, thrusting hard into Mine. She whimpers so prettily, bracing herself against the sparkling walls.

She clenches around my thick cock with a moan. “Fuck, Zack. So good!” Her pleasure flows straight into my chest, pure and fearless, as her fingers curl and her back bows.

I turn my attention to my white-haired alpha, withdrawing my hand from his cock and massaging up through his cheeks. He groans and tilts his hips, giving me access. I work a finger inside, toying experimentally. Different from Mine’s body, but still responsive.

This unity feels good, sending a pulse of heat through my shaft. I lean against our ohm with a groan, my fingers deep inside White Mine. He moans in response, breathing hard. I growl softly and Mine shivers beneath me as I empty myself in a torrent of pulses.

“More, Zack,” White Mine pants, leaning into my shoulder. His teeth graze my skin, sending a thrill of warning through me. I press my finger in deeper and his breath cuts off.

My cock slips free of Mine, the water stripping away the traces of her slick, though not the delicious scent of it. Far better thanany soap. I shift, pressing my chest against White Mine’s back and resting my mouth by his ear. “Ask, help.”

“Askforhelp,” Ohm corrects softly with an amused chuckle.

Nodding, I run my lips across White Mine’s hair. “Ask for help,” I repeat, sliding my other hand up his slender body to capture one hand and pin it against the cool tiles overhead.

“Oh, bloody oath, Red,” the pale alpha hisses. “Don’t teach him to be even—”

I insert a second finger in his hole.

He gasps and twitches all over. “—sexier. Fuck.” The alpha groans deeply as I play. He rises on his tiptoes, spreading his legs as far as the space allows. “Damn it! Help me, Zack.”

A happy rush explodes within, like I’ve won a territory battle. But I’ve had enough of this water getting in the way, and I can’t handle his body the way I want in this closed space. I throw the door open and haul him backward. He squeaks as I load him up on my shoulder, holding tight so he doesn’t slide off my slippery skin.

Mine laughs as she flicks off the water and follows us to the bedroom.

I throw White Mine down on the bed, and he looks like a meal, as if he’s covered in slick instead of water. I will make that happen next time. Unlike me, his skin is smooth and free of scars. I run my fingertips over the silky surface before reaching for the plastic sheath and liquid.

Mine slips into a nightdress and lets out her long hair, watching us with a sleepy smile. She loves seeing her alphas together, and that makes me even happier. After I’ve covered my cock, I press it to White Mine’s hole. He groans and arches his back, presenting for my attention.

“Fuck,” I declare, making my ohm laugh.

“Yes, that’s right. Fuck Rickon,” she says.

It seems I’ve used the word correctly, although White Mine scolds her. I lean forward, feeling the give in his body as he lets my cock inside. I reach for his arms, tugging them behind his back and using our weight to balance us as I thrust deep.

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