Page 20 of The Omega Verse
He huffs, and the other guys chuckle. “No, I’m pretty sure you’re gonna light this bus up like it’s the Fourth of July.” I’d probably preen at that if it didn’t scare the hell out of me, too. But Kobi folds his arms, back to business. “The thing is, there are different kinds of heats. Some are short and intense, lasting less than a day. Other times, it can come and go, with mini heats that last for a week.”
“A week!” I can’t hide my shock, because I don’t remember that from the high school designation classes I snoozed through. When I spoke to Tom, he promised to get my casuals to cover the bakery. But I told him for a day or two, not a week. I try to swallow down my dismay. “Okay. So, this might take a while.”
“And Silva might get worn out.”
I look at the hot, fit guy in front of me and try to picture it. Silva has a drummer’s body; lean and long and carved with muscle. “Seriously?”
“Heats are demanding,” River says quietly from the end of the bed. “And omegas often need multiple partners to see them through it.”
I nod numbly, because I know this. I’ve heard the jokes and seen the memes. All with some tiny, fairy-like creature commanding a pack of raging, horny alphas from the middle of her nest. The problem is, I’m short on alphas, and it took my last nerve to ask Silva to help me with my heat. I’m so grateful he agreed, and so far, he’s been perfect, doing and saying all the right things. But what if I turn out to be a high-maintenance omega and I break the poor guy?
“We’ll stay close,” Kobi says, clearly reading the panic in my eyes. “If you need us, we’ll be here. And if things change, we’ll talk it through. Find a solution. But darlin’, your word is always gospel, okay? You say, we do.”
I give another cautious nod, since I’m lost for words right now. These are unchartered waters, and given my mediocre sex life, I’m probably the least qualified to be calling the shots. But I appreciate the way they’re all looking at me like they volunteered to be here, instead of being the only guys available. “Thanks for helping,” I manage to croak out. “I’ll listen to you, Kobi, but I’ll also do my best to tell you what I need.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs, and somehow, those two words sound even better than the way he keeps purring ‘darlin’.
I think for a bit, trying to sort out the muddle in my head, then look over at River. “And can you please tell me if I’m about to screw something up? I didn’t really pay attention in designation class, and I think I’m going to need all the pointers I can get.”
“It’s like River Ryder and Kobi Grace are our sex coaches,” Silva jokes, giving me a wicked grin. He waves a warning finger at the other guys. “Just keep the comments constructive, guys, or my performance might go downhill.”
“Just go with your instincts,” River advises, ducking under Kobi’s arm to step further into the room. “And you’re okay if I stay, Cass? Some omegas get territorial about their nests.”
I snort. “I think we can agree I’m not your typical omega.” On impulse, I reach out and draw him onto the bed. I only touch his sleeve, since this is about comfort, not sex. But he settles against the wall, his grey eyes hooded as he smiles at me. “Besides, isn’t this going to have to be a team effort?”
His eyes flash with what might be masculine interest, but he hides it behind lowered lashes as he plucks at the comforter. “This isn’t much of a nest, though.”
“It’s more than I’d have if I was at home. I sleep on a pullout couch, River, so this is the height of luxury.”
The guys exchange a quick glance, and I instantly regret oversharing. The last thing I want is for them to pity me. I got enough of that shit growing up, with my cheap clothes and lame excuses for missing out on every school event that cost money.
But Silva does a good job of distracting me, pushing my hoodie up and poking his tongue into my belly button. “Some of the best sleep of my life was on the old sofa bed I had in LA. The room was so small I had to fold it up to get out the door, but it never let me down. Eight hours of sleep and a wet dream every night.”
My chuckle turns into a gasp, because he’s licking me again, and the feel of his metal piercing on my skin is amazing. He tastes me until I’m squirming, my fingers tangled in his long, soft hair. But when I nudge him lower, he lifts his head with a growl. “Let me undress you, Cass. I need to feel you against me.”
Kobi shuffles in the doorway, but I’m too busy pulling off my clothes to check if we’re doing this wrong. I suppose I should take a mental pause here – with three guys seeing my naked body for the first time – but my instincts make my back arch, my thighs falling open. Instead of shying away, I’m offering myself up to them. Because right now, I want their eyes on me more than anything.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, Cass,” Silva says, tearing off his shirt and falling forward to clutch my breasts in his calloused hands. He swings a leg over me, grinding his hips against mine, then leans down and swirls his tongue over my nipples. I arch up with a cry, my whole body on fire. “Look at these stunning tits, guys. Fuck, they’re like sweet cherries on my tongue.”
He's the one who smells like cherries. Like Christmas with Cookie, where everything was soaked in marsala and amaretto, and the whole bakery smelled of honey, cloves, and lemon zest. He makes my mouth water and I reach around to dig my nails into his back, groaning at the feel of his hot, silky skin.
The little pinch of pain makes him suck me harder, his lips working one breast, then the other. I arch and shudder as he pinches and sucks, mewling like I’m out of my head. There’s a cramping, clenching need inside me, edging into pain. Just as a tear squeezes out of the corner of my eye, I feel a cool hand on my hip. “Go gentle, Silva,” River says in his quiet voice. “She needs you to fill her soon, or it’ll get too much.”
I pant in relief as he slides down my body, his forearms pressed to my open thighs. But instead of stripping off his sweats and filling me, Silva brushes a soft kiss over my core. My hips buck upwards, desperate for more, but his tongue is already licking inside me. I can feel his piercing dragging through my folds just as his thumb finds my throbbing clit. I meet his growl with a keening whine, and then he’s sucking and stroking me into a shuddering orgasm.
It goes on and on forever, my pussy pulsing against his tongue and my thighs clenching so hard they shake. I’m vaguely aware of Silva grunting and slurping, one long finger inside me like he’s trying to set me off again.
“Silva!” I can’t believe the raw sound that comes out of my throat. I sound like I’m dying, but just as I float down from the highest of highs, my pussy cramps again and he tilts my hips. He’s cleaning me up, I realise. Whatever the hell is in an omega release, that’s what he’s busy with down there.
“Silva,” I whisper, staring at him in shock as he raises his head. There’s only a sliver of green left in his eyes, his cheeks flushed under his well-fucked hair. He’s so blindingly hot I have to clench my eyes closed, because the last thing I need is more stimulation. But then my pussy gives an even more desperate throb, that aching need swelling inside me. My mouth falls open and a traitorous moan rolls out. “Please, Silva. I need you!”
“It’s okay, baby,” he murmurs, even as he licks my slick from his lips, like he doesn’t want to waste a drop. “I’ve got you. Going to take that ache away and make you feel so damn good.”
I nod, reaching down with trembling hands to tear his sweats off his hips. But Kobi is behind him, doing the job for us both with a swat to Silva’s butt. They exchange a glance I can only describe as filthy, but then I’m distracted by the sight of Silva Sterling’s naked body.
He’s all lean muscle and corded limbs, and his dick is no different. It’s long and pink, with a thick vein down the side and another piercing at the base. My mouth waters as he grips it in his hand and rubs it over my trembling thighs. Coating himself in my release, so he can push it all the way in…
Which he does with a kiss that punches the breath out of me. There’s no pain, but the stretch is real, and I dig my heels into the bed as he buries himself to the hilt. I’m moaning and gasping, but I can feel a shudder working along his spine as he hovers above me. “You okay, Cass? Can I move?”