Page 21 of The Omega Verse
There’s a strange edge to his voice, so I punch my hips up, trying to force him deeper. I’ll fucking die if he starts going easy on me now. “Please. Fuck me, Silva.”
He groans and grips my waist, falling back onto his heels so he can watch himself move inside me. He slams in hard, aided by my slick, and I give a relieved cry when he pulls back and does it again. But he doesn’t just fuck me, he’s all over me, one hand pinching my nipples while the other keeps dipping inside me, scooping up more of my slick. I’m so gone for the look in his eye – and the punch of his cock – that I barely hear Kobi mutter, “What the hell…?”
But it’s drowned out by Silva, who’s bucking above me, his head thrown back as he rocks inside me. “Fuck, sugar. You taste so good, but you feel fucking fantastic. I want to bury myself in you. All the way. Open up for me, baby.”
It’s everything I want to hear. Everything I need to do. But then Kobi is looming over us, his hand gripping Silva’s shoulder. “Hold up, man. Silva, that’s a knot you’re trying to push into her. When the hell did you go alpha?”
“What?” Silva sounds so shocked it freezes the frustrated whine in my throat. He’s gripping my hip with one hand, his breath coming in hard, fast pants as he cups his heaving chest with the other. Every muscle is quivering, taut and sweaty from his exertions. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, but his beautiful mouth goes slack as he looks down between us. “Shit. That’s a freaking knot.”
Cass
River and Kobi both come closer until I can feel their body heat on my quivering skin. They exchange a troubled look and then their gazes fix on the swollen lump at the base of Silva’s cock. He’s holding himself still, barely breathing as he grips my hips and stares down at himself. But it takes everything in me not to grind against that perfect pressure.
“I thought…” River says faintly, swallowing hard. “I thought I could sense something different about you, Silva. But I didn’t know you well enough to say anything.”
“We can work it out later,” Kobi says with a glance in my direction. “But this is definitely a hitch in the plan.”
“No,” I whisper, reaching down to touch that swollen lump stretched between us. It’s as hard and slippery as the rest of him, and feels better than perfect to me. “It’s fine. I want it.”
But Kobi is slowly shaking his head. “New alphas aren’t a good idea for first heats.”
Silva scowls at him, his fingers digging into my hipbones. “I won’t hurt her.”
“You are barely in control now. You go into a rut; you might bite her. That means a mating bond.” He shrugs, the apology clear in his eyes. “I have to be honest with you both. It’s not a good idea to keep going like this.”
The only thing that’s holding my frustrated tears back is the fact I can still feel Silva throbbing inside me. He wants this, just as badly as I do. But there’s no way I’m putting this burden on him. Mating bonds can be broken, but not without a ton of pain and heartache, and I won’t let that happen.
Grabbing the comforter in both hands, I pull myself away from Silva, shuddering at the feel of him leaving my body. But I bite my lip and clench my thighs, refusing to acknowledge how painful that needy ache has grown inside me. “It’s okay,” I tell him, rising on my knees to wrap my arms around him. “There have to be a couple of sex toys on a tour bus, right?”
He grunts a laugh, but when he pulls me tight, I can tell he’s a heartbeat away from sinking into me again. It kills me, but I ease back and pull the blanket over me. “I’m fine,” I say again, even though that ache is borderline agony now. “I’ll just try to sleep…”
But Kobi tosses the blanket aside. “We’re not going to let you suffer, omega. Open your thighs and touch yourself until I’m ready.” His hand goes to his belt buckle and my heart takes off, trying to fly right out of my chest. Because this is Kobi Grace and he’s about to get naked in front of me!
But then my hand snaps out, because Silva is sliding off the edge of the bed. I grip his arm so tightly it must hurt, but the panic is back, welling in my throat. “Don’t leave me, Silva. Please.”
He gives me a pained look. “Shit, I don’t want to, but I don’t want to fuck it up for you, either.”
Kobi studies him as he pulls his belt open. “You’re not in a rut yet. Let’s take it slow and see how it goes.”
I’m not sure I like all this going slow business, but I give a relieved sigh as Silva sinks back on the bed. He pulls me towards him, and I turn to nuzzle his chest, but Kobi captures my chin. “Eyes on me, darlin’. We’re going to talk this through before we do it.”
I nod, even though the time for talk is long gone, in my opinion. But it’s next to impossible to focus on his words when River slides to his knees at the foot of the bed and starts working on Kobi’s laces. There’s no mistaking the flare of heat in the big guy’s eyes as he stares down at the omega between his feet. But River makes short work of his boots, and Kobi takes care of his flannel and jeans. When he’s down to his boxer briefs, he turns to look at me, and more slick trickles out of me in invitation.
I can’t help it. He’s so big and thick he blocks most of the light from the corridor, and who hasn’t had a fantasy of some huge guy looming up at the end of their bed? But the skylight illuminates his silky brown skin and the thick patch of hair on his barrel chest. He’s more solid than cut, but the happy trail on his belly leads to a bulge that makes my entire lower body go up in flames. His lips quirk as he watches me squirm. “You ready for me, omega?”
I don’t know if River at his feet flicked some kind of switch, but Kobi’s voice is now a few octaves lower, and there’s an almost predatory gleam in his eyes. It sends an answering throb through my body and I nod my head quickly, so damn ready it’s embarrassing. I reach for him, but he clicks his tongue. “I’m gonna check you first. Make sure you’re dripping before I push my knot into your sweet, needy cunt.”
I groan at both the dirty words and the pure hunger in his voice. “I’m wet. I’m ready.”
“You’re ready for him,” he says, shooting Silva a hooded look. “I want you to know who’s knot you’re taking, and I want you begging me before I sink it in.”
Oh, God. Does he have any idea what he’s doing to me? “Yes. I will. I promise.”
Anything - just so I can get someone to tend the pulsing ache between my thighs.
“Good girl,” he says in a deeper, darker tone. It seems to light up a different set of nerves, because I’m instantly on high alert, waiting for more. “Turn over and look at your boy. He’s got his first big knot, and it’s aching something fierce.”
I flip over, more than happy to ogle Silva’s swollen shaft. He’s leaning back on his hands and he’s still fully hard, the knot a swollen bulge at his base. “You can touch it like you were doing before,” Kobi instructs me, using that dark voice that lights me up inside. “How does it feel when you squeeze it?”