Page 128 of The Omega's Bloodline: Part One

Oh, gods. My heart was ready to beat out of my chest. I was used to being sandwiched between two beautiful predators, but the fact that it was these two was new.

I shivered despite the warmth of their bodies. Curiosity pawed at me like an insistent kitten. My pussy clenched when Yelena toyed with the hem of my dress, tracing patterns onto my flesh.

“It’s okay to say yes if you want to.” Yelena purred along my throat. “No shame among shifters. Or no, if you don’t want to. I won’t think less of you either way.”

Hecate’s words echoed back to me.Don’t be afraid to love.Did that apply to lust too?

Yelena’s claws pricked my skin. “Answer the question, precious.”

“Yes, but…”

“I can keep things PG too,” Velda offered.

Lo, is everything okay?

I jolted at Seth’s voice in my head.I’m okay,I thought back. I wasn’t sure if the telepathy worked in reverse. It hadn’t really before, but every moment Seth was healing, and we were bonded now. Maybe that was something new for us.Heads up?

You’re with Yelena?

And Velda.

Be safe.

“Precious?”

“I had to let Seth and Caden know first.”

“Fair.” She nuzzled my cheek. “Use your words.”

That statement sent a pulse of desire through every cell. She sounded just like Caden.

“We can—” I swallowed hard. “We can play. Just go slow?”

Their version of going slow was for Velda’s mouth to crash against mine, her nails digging into the back of my neck while Yelena’s fangs scraped against my throat, and her hand nudged my dress up so she could grip my thigh. My power throbbed like a heartbeat.

Velda tasted like the first breath of spring when winter was still clinging hard, but the resilient green broke through the ice regardless. Magic rushed through me like a wave as they traded places, the hot, spicy taste of Yelena on my lips.

You make such wonderful sounds, little witch.Velda’s voice filled my head.

Yelena broke away, her fangs peeking free as she smiled at me. “How are you feeling, precious?”

The question seems ridiculous when I could barely form a thought, helpless squeaks pouring from my lips as Velda used her mouth to brand my skin.

“G-good. Fuck.”

Velda pulled back with a grin. All these beautiful people with fangs were going to ruin me. My thighs fell open at the first tap of Yelena’s fingers.

“There’s my good girl.” She inhaled audibly. “Give me permission, precious.”

“Touch me.”

I thought she would go right under my panties, but instead she slipped up my body and under my bra, cupping my breast and teasing the peak that pressed fervently against her fingertips.

The whine I let out was immediately swallowed up by Velda as she reclaimed my mouth. The taste of them swirled together, fire and ice, a sharp contrast that made my head swim. Velda had only one hand to work with, while the other was still entwined with mine, touching the painting. I had almostforgotten about it until she squeezed tightly on that hand and dropped the other to my thigh.

Do you want me to touch you here, little witch?

“Yes.”

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