Page 109 of Carmichael's Omega

I slap the side of his ass. "No cursing."

I bring my hand down to my cock. It's almost painful to touch. "Should I make you both suck it?" I ask. I'm not really addressing them, just wondering out loud.

"Too soon? They need time," I pant. "Diosa, both of you spread your legs. More," I snap.

Legs open. It's sinful and gorgeous. Mattie's balls hang low, his dick semi-hard, nestled in light-color fuzz. Cassidy's pretty little pussy gleams with wetness, the folds hiding the tight hole that strangles my cock so damn good it's addicting. I walk forward on my knees until they press against Cassidy's pussy and Mattie's balls.

I feel my orgasm beginning, my stomach tightening. "Bella, grab your titties. Present them to me. Mattie, rub your nipples. Mouths open!"

They obey instantly, caramel eyes wide on me, filled with pleasure and lust just like my dirty little fantasy.

"Perfecto," I breathe. My balls draw up, and I make sure I aim as I pump, coating both their chests in ropes of white cum.

I pant, holding still until my orgasm ends. Shaking, I stand over them. "On your knees."

They both scramble up, white trails trickling over their perfect skin, dripping onto the sheets. A filthy carnal fantasy.

I grab Mattie's head first, bringing his face to my dick. "You like to clean,Nene? Go ahead." I plunge my dirty fingers into Cassidy's mouth. My mates lick and suck. "Good little omegas," I growl, already growing hard again. Mattie runs his face up and down, rubbing my cum all over. I laugh at his enthusiasm, loving the rasp of his tongue and the softness of his lips. My female is different, her eyes drifting closed as she sways sleepily, still sucking on my fingers.

I gather them up, not caring that our combined juices are slicking our skin, stickily pressed together.

"Buenas noches, mis amores."

I fall asleep, pinning my mates under me.

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27 - You’re Wrong

Cassidy

Carmichael is gone when I wake up. I slide away from my twin, refusing to look at our semi-nude bodies, entwined on the bed that reeks of last night.

I need a shower, but if I turn on the one in the room, then I'll wake up Mattie, and I'm just not ready to face him yet.

I know there are two more near the other bedrooms. I can just slip out and use one of those bathrooms. Then, Mattie can shower in here since he doesn't know this place as well as I do.

I gather up a towel and a change of clothes as quietly as possible before opening the bedroom door and slipping out.

"¿Pero qué coño...?Who are you?"

I freeze, looking up into dark brown eyes set in a strangely familiar face.

"Ey?" the stranger steps closer to me, making me fall back a step against the door. His face goes hard as his nostrils flare.

"So,mi hermanois really fucking some omegaputa?" he snarls.

Oh, goddess, he looks outraged. Tears prick my eyelashes. This is Carmichael's brother, Nico. All of the slurs against omegas that I've heard from the LoboGris and Carmichael wash over me. They hate omegas. An omega killed their Luna. They'll hate me. Nico hates me.

"Don't cry," he snaps. "Where is my brother?"

"I don't know," I whisper. I hear footsteps behind me in the bedroom and wince.

"Liar. Puta mentirosa," he spits.

The door is flung open behind me, and I fall back into Mattie's arms. I curl into him, his arms wrapping around me as naturally as breathing.

"Cass, you OK?" he asks me softly. His hand rubs my back soothingly.

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