Page 30 of Omega in Love
"I need you, Levi. Let me taste you," I pant, the words spilling from my lips in a garbled mess.
Levi shuffles closer on his knees until he's right beside me. He strokes his dick once more before feeding it to me. I hum at the taste as he fills my mouth, my lips stretched wide aroundhim. The sensation of being filled at both ends is overwhelming, a delicious tension that pulls me taut like a bowstring.
"Beautiful, Brookes," he murmurs in admiration, his voice a deep rumble that resonates through me. He fucks my mouth slowly, his hips moving in a rhythm that matches Dante's and Hero's. The three of them working in tandem to drive me wild. The taste of him, the feel of him on my tongue, is intoxicating.
I can feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein, as he slides in and out of my mouth. My hands come up to grip his thighs, the muscles beneath my fingers taut and unyielding. I look up at him, my eyes watering slightly from the effort, and see the desire etched on his face. It's a powerful feeling, knowing that I'm the one bringing him to the edge, that I'm the one he wants.
The sounds of our bodies moving together fill the room. Hero's mouth is still on me, his tongue working magic, while Dante's thrusts grow more insistent. Levi's grip on my hair tightens, his movements becoming more erratic, and I know he's close. I can feel it in the way his body tenses, in the way his breath hitches.
I want to push him over the edge, to feel him come undone in my mouth. I want to give him the same pleasure he's giving me, to show him that I need him just as much as he needs me. I redouble my efforts, my tongue swirling around him, my lips tightening around his shaft.
"Brookes," he groans. His body shudders, and I feel him pulse in my mouth, the taste of him flooding my senses. I swallow, taking everything he has to give, my own body trembling with the force of my own need.
The pleasure builds, a slow burn that starts in the pit of my stomach and radiates outward, a raging fire consuming every fiber of my being. I can feel it in every touch, every kiss, every thrust.
"Fuck," I gasp, the words torn from my throat as release crashes through me again. I cum, my body convulsing, spilling into Hero's mouth. He hums in satisfaction, swallowing every drop, his gaze locked onto mine.
Dante groans, his body tensing as he finds his own release, filling me with his warmth.
As the night wears on, as they take me again and again, their bodies claiming mine, their scents enveloping me, I know that I've found it. I've found my home, my pack, my family.
Hands in my hair, mouths on mine, swallowing my cries. The room is filled with the sounds of our bodies coming together, the wet slide of flesh, the harsh pants of our breaths. The scent of our combined arousal is thick in the air, a dizzying perfume that's making me drunk with need.
I feel the first stirrings of a knot as Hero and Dante take me together once more, the swell at the base of Hero's cock growing with each thrust. He groans, his body shuddering as he fights to hold back, to wait for me. I can't wait. I need it. Need to feel that fullness, that completeness.
"Knot me," I gasp, my eyes locking onto his. "Please, Hero. Knot me."
He lets out a low growl, his hips jerking as he gives in, his knot swelling, locking us together. The pleasure is blinding, my body clamping down around him, milking him, drawing out his release.
Dante follows, his knot growing, pressing against Hero's, the double fullness making me scream again, my body convulsing as I cum, my release triggering theirs. They fill me, their hot seed spilling into me, marking me, claiming me.
Levi is the last to cum, his cock pulsing in my hand, his release painting my stomach, his scent marking me as surely as the others. He collapses beside me, his big body shaking, his breath ragged.
We lie there, a tangle of limbs and sweat-slicked skin, our breaths slowly evening out, our heartbeats syncing. I'm filled with a sense of peace, of rightness. This is what I've been missing, what I've been running from. This connection, this completeness.
As the heat recedes, giving us a brief reprieve, replaced by a warm, languid contentment, I know that this was just the beginning. I'm not alone. I won't be alone ever again.
Because they're mine. My Alphas. My pack. My home.
I am theirs. Completely. Utterly. Irrevocably.
Their Omega. Their love. Their forever.
Chapter 14
Hero
Aweek later. Seven straight days of heat. Of slick skin and heavy limbs. Of whispered names and half-choked cries. Of Brookes, burning up from the inside out, held together only by our touch and the sound of his own breath. Of rose-scented sweat pooling in the hollow of his throat, glistening across his brown skin as he arched beneath us, begging in that broken voice that still echoes in my mind.
We barely left the room.
Not unless it was to grab water or food or more blankets. Sometimes I'd slip away while he slept, just long enough to bring back cold compresses for his fever-hot skin, or the protein shakes Dante insisted on. Nesting supplies ran low two days in, and we improvised the rest. We pulled pillowcases from the linen closet, my own shirts that he clutched to his face to breathe in my sandalwood scent, even the throw blankets from the living room that Levi dragged in on day three. The guest bedroom is still a wreck. It smells like sex and cedarwood, sandalwood, rose, and vanilla, the telltale mix of all four of us wrapped together in the intimate space where nothing existed beyond Brookes and his needs.
I finally peel myself away from the warmth of the nest this morning, careful not to disturb his sleeping form. My muscles protest with every movement, the ache in my lower back a sharp reminder of the past few days spent holding him steady through the worst waves, keeping him grounded when he'd start to shake and cry, whining to be knotted. The carpet feels rough beneath my feet as I stand. My legs feel like lead, worn from hours spent kneeling, bracing, supporting. My body's exhausted, hollowed out in that satisfied way that comes from being completely needed. But Brookes. . .Brookes is finally sleeping peacefully, his beautiful features relaxed, those long lashes resting against his cheeks, his breathing deep and even for the first time in a week.
I pad through the hallway in just a pair of sweats, phone in hand, rubbing the back of my neck as I scroll through missed messages. Eighteen. Most of them from Brookes’ modeling agency. One from Camilla. I don't think anyone was able to call her to tell her Brookes is okay after we left the commercial shoot. So, I open hers first, the bright blue notification bubble seeming to pulse with urgency against the dim morning light filtering through the blinds.
Guess where I'm flying to? NYFW! They called me last-minute. Brookes hasn't told me anything but I assume you three are going, too. Hit me back. Also, tell B I packed the heat balm he likes. The fancy French one that smells like eucalyptus and costs more than my rent. He'll need it after all this.
