Page 98 of Your Wild Omega

He cries out, stiffening.

I wish I knew what he felt. When I’m inside Ohm, everything she feels spikes directly through my chest. I growl and thrust harder. White Mine presses his face into the sheets, hissing and babbling. I know he does that when he’s happy, but it’s not enough.

Nothing seems to be enough to satisfy this deep thirst.

Mine drapes herself across my back and my restlessness eases under her touch. I will learn. I will protect what’s mine next time.

“Zack, shit, I can’t take it,” White Mine moans, pressing his ass back into me.

“Give him more, alpha,” Mine whispers against my ear, the heat trickling down to my core.

I slam his hands down on the sheets with a growl and lean my body weight on them, breathing hard as I thrust furiously, rocking his slim frame forward on the bed with each stroke. But my hands trap him in place. With me, where he belongs.

He screams, a shudder running through him, and then his cock squeezes, painting the bed.

“White Mine,” I gasp out, my legs trembling with the effort.

He bucks beneath me, chasing his pleasure, and then droops and collapses, sending me sprawling over his back. His cake scent blooms, and I lick the back of his neck to taste it before turning us both on our sides so he can breathe.

“You’ll be the end of me,” he grumbles into the pillow, but he doesn’t sound the least bit upset.

Mine slips in at my back, her arms folding lovingly around me. I clasp her hand to my chest, the touch soothing. Later, whenthey’re asleep, I’ll move so I’m closest to the door, but for now I’m happy to lie here with their combined breaths flowing over me.

My pack members drift, leaving me in the semi-darkness, lit by the hall light and a side lamp. I know the names of so many objects now. I even know the name for myself.

Zack. Sometimes Zackary. Different from the old sounds of Zazuuuuuu that were sung when I entered the territory battles.

The force beneath my chest thumps heavily with memory. It still feels like I’m fighting a challenge, but the method is different—now I fight with learning.

I loosen my ohm’s grip and slide down the bed, throwing my filled cock bag in the trash and wiping the cum off White Mine’s body before covering them both with the blanket. My body droops with weariness, but the ideas circling behind my eyes won’t be quiet. I sit upright, leaning against the bedhead as I watch my pack mates sleep, tracing the moonlight as it glides across their bodies.

I need more, but I don’t know what it is.

Mine breathes deeply. I reach out to lift hair away from the crease in her neck, exposing my bite mark. I run my finger over the roughened skin, and she shivers, sensitive even when asleep. Behind her, the yellow lamplight catches in White Mine’s hair, sheening him like the moon outside.

I fold myself until I can rest my brow on his head, and then the pieces click together. Gently I run my fingers along his unmarked shoulder. This is the problem. This is why I feel secure with my ohm but not him.

Instinct told me to bite my ohm to make her mine, but it’s not the same with an alpha. He won’t like it. White Mine is powerful in strange ways. He might get angry again, this time at me, and he might kill me.

But if I bite him, I’ll know if he’s happy, or sad, or angry, right? I’ll know why tears streak his cheeks and what to do about it. I need that more than I need safety.

His slim fingers cover mine. “Can’t sleep, big guy?” he asks sleepily.

I slip off the bed and circle it, folding the sheets back to expose him. I need answers.

White Mine throws his arms around my neck as I lift him. He trusts me—with his ohm and with himself. His weak grip barely keeps him upright against my chest as I carry him quietly down the stairs. When he’s like this, he seems soft and completely harmless.

I set him down on the bench and then fetch a blanket to drape around him. I sit between his legs on a kitchen stool and curl my arms around his waist.

He covers a yawn before dropping a hand into my hair. “What is it, Zack? You look like you’re struggling with something.”

I press my head into his stomach, exposing the back of my neck while I sort through the crowd of noise in my head. “Call-ee,” I begin.

White Mine flinches.

“Today, who, and what? Court is?”

“Damn, I see you don’t go for the easy questions.” The alpha scrubs a hand over his face. “Let’s see.” He stares out the window at the mess of light spots across the city. “You knowcome,stay, andstop?”

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