Page 76 of The Omega's Bloodline: Part One

Holy fuck, she was so wet.

Logan broke off from the kiss and laid her forehead against my shoulder, panting like she’d run a marathon. I focused on her clit like a man possessed. I wanted her to come for me. I angled her so I could lick up the curve of her throat. My fangs inched out. I wanted to bury those in her too.

She trembled against me, her breaths coming faster, accompanied by little sounds with each thrust of Caden pushing into her. Her scream startled the birds right out of their trees, and the energy that burst out of her was like getting slugged in the gut with a baseball bat.

Caden slid free, looking dazed. Logan was still squirmy and her scent had risen to a fever pitch, jasmine trying to drown me.

“Please,” she begged. “Seth.”

Oh, fuck. Logan was beggingme.

I gathered her onto my lap where I could slip two fingers inside her. She let out a sound that was almost a sob.

“More,” she whispered.

I obliged, sliding in a third.

Fuck, she felt good.

I could only imagine how incredible she’d feel if it were my dick in her instead. Her muscles squeezed excitedly, sucking me deeper. I braced my other hand at the back of her neck and teased her pulse point with my fangs while I set a relentless pace, working my wrist in sharp movements that had each of her exhalations burning against my skin.

She vibrated in my grip. I wanted her hands on me, but I didn’t want to stop touching her.

I glanced over to Caden.Undo the binding.

He moved slowly, eyes still a bit glazed as he tugged the leggings until they fell away. Logan wrapped her arms around me, her nails biting into my back. I wanted her on my skin.

I let go of her long enough to whip my shirt off. She ground her cunt against my jeans, whimpering deliciously as I slid my fingers back into her. I worked her clit with the heel of my palm.

The desire to undo my pants and pull her down onto me was overwhelming, but I didn’t have fuckingpermissionfor that. I tipped her onto the moss and hovered closely over her, burying my face against her throat.

If I couldn’t fuck her like I wanted to, I could sure as hell indulge in everything else. I started to slide my fingers free and she whined in protest.

“Patience, little kitten.”

Her cunt grabbed my fingers in a vicious pulse.

Guess she liked that.

I savored the taste of her skin under my tongue—salt, heat, jasmine, and sweetness—working down her body at a pace she both hated and loved, if the whimpers and bucking hips were any indication.

My brain was fuzzy.

No thought, only touch.

I sucked a peaked nipple into my mouth and her hips slammed up against my waist. Everything else fell away. The trees, the birds, Caden sitting barely a foot away, all disappeared as my vision focused down to Logan. I’d seriously underestimated the level of intoxication finally getting my hands on her would create.

She laced her hands in my hair and pressed me closer. I sucked hard, swirling my tongue until she released a broken sob and dug her nails into my scalp.

Harder, Lo.

Her nails sank in deeper and I reveled in the sting. The squirming got out of control and Caden inched closer until his shadow forced my attention to him.

Please don’t make me stop. I was pretty sure there was an edge of desperate begging in there.

I won’t. He did pry her hands off me, though, and brought them back over her head to hold her wrists like I had been doing before.Use your fangs.

I pushed her nipple with my tongue, lodging it against the side of my fang while I stroked it.

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