Page 42 of Unlikely Alphas

“Omega,” I whisper, “my omega…” Stepping closer, I go to my knees and grab her pants, yank them down, seams and laces ripping, making her yelp. “Mine…”

If she isn’t yet in heat, I can’t imagine what will happen when she is. The thought loses shape as I bury my face between her legs, her scent making me groan, her slick tasting sweeter than honey on my lips and tongue as I avidly lick at her.

Her hands land on my head, slender fingers digging into my hair, against my scalp. Then, when I lift one of her legs over my shoulders to open her up, she gasps and holds onto my head for balance. I lick at her delicate, wet folds, the small hard nub that makes her moan and tense, the hot opening of her pussy that I stub with the tip of my tongue, making her cry out.

Gods, she’s delicious.

Who cares about the food cooling on the trays laid out on the bed when I can feast on her?

When Kiaran appears behind her, I only grunt in vague acknowledgment. He slides his arms around her, cups her breasts, and she starts to come on my tongue, moaning and thrashing.

My fucking Gods… I almost come in my pants as her honey fills my senses, as her pussy contracts against my tongue and she arches back, against Kiaran. She’s beautiful as she comes apart.

Damn hot.

I’m kneeling there, dazed, Kiaran still growling deep in his throat, his arms now tight around her, all that’s keeping her on her feet, when I realize that Finnen hasn’t joined us.

I turn to find him standing naked by the tub, his back to us. I mean, he’s blind, but deaf he sure as hell isn’t.

“Finn?”

“I thought we were going to bathe,” he says.

“Man, are you made of stone or what? Come over here.”

Instead of replying, he steps into the tub and sinks down into the hot water. Then he takes the hard bar of soap and starts scrubbing himself, like nothing’s amiss.

Yep. He’s made of cold marble, for sure, if our little display, if her moans and cries didn’t melt the ice in him.

“He wants,” Kiaran mutters, and before I can decipher what the hell he’s talking about, he grabs Ari, swings her up in her arms. “We all want. So let’s fuck.”

13

ARIADNE

I’m shaken, shattered by the pleasure Taj thrust into me.

It’s certain now, I think. I love having a man’s mouth between my legs. My pussy throbs in time to my heart, the pleasure still ebbing through me in gentler waves.

I clutch Kiaran’s shoulders, content to be in his arms, skin on warm skin, feeling all that unstoppable strength trapped in his big muscles and hulking frame.

“Such a hussy, wanton woman”—I almost hear the voices of the Temple priestesses in my ear. “Such a minx, such a tart. A harlot. A trollop.”

But these are my mates.

I am their omega.

And it’s taken us forever to get here, where we can get naked and touch, and as Kiaran swings me up in his arms, my only real vague thought is—“Where is Finn?”

“Don’t you worry, love.” Taj stalks toward the wooden tub, where Kiaran is carrying me at a slower pace—nutmeg-and-cinnamon scent and hot skin stretched over a muscular chest, strong arms around me and blue, blue eyes gazing down at me, filling with darkness as I gaze up at his face. “Finn is just hiding in the tub.”

“You could use a good cleaning yourself,” Finnen mutters, and I tear my gaze from Kiaran’s face to look.

And I look some more, because it’s the first time I see Finnen like that, gloriously naked, all strong lines, hard planes and valleys in the clear water, his long hair wet, droplets standing on his shoulders and sculpted chest, and…

“I take my words back,” Taj breathes, and I can’t look away from Finnen’s hard cock that’s broken the surface of the water, the plump, flushed head bobbing in front of him as he soaps his muscular arms. “Washing looks good on you, man.”

My mouth goes bone-dry. Between the three of them, I’m gone, undone. One of them would be enough to render me speechless. The three of them together are a force of nature, and I want them.

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