Page 141 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“My hair is still wet.”
“The dress will dry.”
True. I turn and unwrap the towel, holding it open as his hungry gaze rakes over me. My nipples automatically harden and my perfume floods the room, so strong it almost overwhelms me. Trev’s nostrils flare, and he steps toward me. Heat rushes through me, and I release a soft pant, letting go of the towel.
They’ve been denying me sex for almost two whole days. I’m so fucking horny, I don’t wait for him to reach me. I grab my breasts and roll my nipples between my fingers, whimpering when that’s not nearly enough to ease the intense need.
“Trev?” Why does my body hurt like this?
“Whit,” he growls my name. “We need to go to your nest.”
My heat.
He opens the door and holds his hand out to me. I see the desire to grab me, but he holds himself back. I take the three steps and grab his hand. Asher, Avi, and Hayden are still in the nest when we come in.
“Someone fuck me.”
* * *
TREV
Her scent is like death by chocolate. Sweet, a touch of bitterness, and so rich I almost come at the smell of it. Whitney grabs for my pants as I help her get on the mattress on Avi’s floor.
“Whit, I’m trying to be a gentleman.”
“Fuck. Me,” she snarls.
“You heard the woman,” Hayden says, taking his shirt off and dropping his pants. He grabs his erection. Asher and Avi follow suit until I’m the only one still wearing clothes. My own cock twitches in my pants as Whitney’s nails rake over my shaft through the material of my slacks. The guys start stroking themselves, and I rip my attention from them and to the woman who means everything to me.
She collapses back onto the bed and moans, running her hands over her breasts and down her stomach. I rip off my clothes, tearing my shirt in the process, and come down on top of her, taking over where her finger teases her clit. She’s soaking—her slick coating the insides of her legs—and already ready for a knot. I won’t knot her until I give her the first orgasm of her heat. I claim her mouth, capturing her tongue with mine and teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves until she gasps and bites my lower lip, tugging on it with a throaty moan as her body tenses. Her chest and neck turn red, flushing with her impending release.
I pinch her clit, and she releases my lip, dropping her head back to shout her release as her come covers my hand. My dick pulses, and I growl with my own need. Gathering her sweet essence onto two fingers, I slip my digits into her mouth as I enter her with one hard thrust. Her tight walls clamp around my shaft, desperately trying to keep me inside of her.
Sucking on my fingers, she holds my gaze as I rear back and slam into her again, startling a gasp from her lips. I move my hand to her left tit, kneading and squeezing as I set a steady but punishing pace. Whitney gasps for air, but I thrust a little harder, making it impossible for her to catch her breath as I destroy her.
“Trev,” she moans, nails digging into my ass. “Please, I need it.”
“Need what?” I ask, dropping my mouth to her throat. I kiss and lick and bite, teasing her with exactly what she needs.
“Knot me. Bite me. Mate me,” she says between pants, rocking her hips in time with me.
“Mine,” I whisper against her skin as the base of my shaft swells, stretching and locking us together. Once we’re stuck together, I slowly gyrate, teasing my teeth over her throat. “Mine,” I say again and strike, marking her as Pack Cocker and forever my omega. There will never be another woman. Never another omega. It’s only ever been Whitney for me. The only woman I ever want to scold me. The only woman I ever want to moan my name.
A bond that is only broken by death snaps in place between us, tethering our souls to one another and making me want her even more.
She makes a soft noise, and I swirl my tongue over the bite, soothing the wound before taking her mouth with mine. I slip my hand between our bodies and tease her clit again, helping her come while I spill every ounce of my seed into her body. She cries out over and over and over until the first blanket is drenched in our juices and she’s murmuring my name with a pleased little grin.
When my knot fades about fifteen minutes later, I flop onto my back and pull her close. Whitney rests her head on my shoulders, rubbing her pussy over my side, already begging for more. I release a dark chuckle and kiss her shoulder before climbing off the bed so Avi can take my place. My dick is painfully hard again, so I stroke it, watching her stare at Avi with stars in her eyes.
She’s ours.
* * *
AVI
I’ve never wanted something so much in my life. When Trev bit Whitney, I was so jealous I nearly stormed over there and ripped him off of her. The only thing that helped me keep my cool was knowing that soon enough, Whitney would be mine to take. As soon as she’s on the bed, I climb on, dropping kisses up her legs until I reach her apex.
I bury my face between her legs, not giving a damn that she’s covered in Trev’s cum. This is our omega and his taste mixed with hers is divine, like a spicy chocolate that melts in my mouth. I run the flat of my tongue over her and reach up with my hand to tweak her nipple. Whitney watches me between her legs with an almost feral grin, there’s something distinctly predatory about the omega. Like she knows she’s about to get everything she’s ever wanted, and she’ll destroy anyone who gets in her way.
