Page 33 of The Omega Verse

And somehow, through it all, I can hear Kobi’s rumbling purr, Silva’s awestruck whisper. “You’re taking him so good, sugar. Look at you opening for your mate. Fuck, that’s so beautiful, Cass.”

But I only have eyes for Tom, his mouth catching mine as he licks up my cries. “Bite me, alpha,” I beg, the word slipping so easily from my tongue. “Make me yours.”

I see the moment it hits Tom, his jaw clenching, his eyes hooded. He scoops me up with a growl and sits back on his heels. I clutch his shoulders, but his massive hands are on my hips, driving me deeper onto his cock. I stutter; caught on the meat of his knot. It nudges my core, and I can feel Tom easing back. But I push harder, jerking my hips. There’s a sharp sting, a dizzying pressure. And then the thick plug is lodged inside me and I throw my head back in relief. Every nerve trembles as I pant and writhe, slick gushing across his thighs.

“My beautiful, mate,” Tom croons, licking up the side of my neck. His tongue circles my frantic pulse and I whimper. There’s not an inch between us, our chests glued, our hips fused.

I’m so full. Beyond ready.

I tilt my neck in offering, and Tom’s teeth scrape over my skin. “You’re mine and I’m yours.”

He bites, and I come in a screaming gush. I can feel the pull at my throat, the throb in my pussy, but it’s nothing on my heart. Light and heat pulse in my chest, expanding circles of energy that sweep down to my aching toes.

The mate bond snaps tight inside me, but it’s Tom’s vow that’s etched on my heart. “I love you, Cass. Always have. Always will.”

Cass

The next three days pass in a blur of slick and knots. Tom barely leaves my side, swinging between medic and mate as he keeps me hydrated with copious amounts of both water and cum. And Silva and Kobi keep close, too. After I took Tom’s mating bite, he lay against the headboard like a sated tiger and watched as Silva went down on me, his piercing flicking against my clit until I screamed. Kobi fucked me next, telling me I was a good mate, a pretty mate, a perfect mate, until I was drunk with happiness. Both of the guys then played with my new mating bite, stroking and licking and sucking it, until Tom lost his cool and flipped me over, knotting me into the bed.

By the time pale light is sifting through the blinds, I think all three of them have fallen into a rut – it’s hard to tell with my head so hazy – but the slightest whine or purr has them reaching for me. Every inch of my body is stroked and kissed, every tingling need met and sated. For a girl whose sexual encounters were always pretty tame, the attention of three dedicated alphas is dangerously addictive.

Especially because they seem to have worked out my kinks. Tom uses my praise trigger to full effect, stroking my hair and telling me what a good girl I am whenever I snatch an hour or two of much-needed sleep. Kobi is a rumbling purr that never quits, his soft twang soothing my frayed edges and making me preen at his compliments. But Silva’s clearly trying to drive me out of my mind. There’s nothing he seems to enjoy more than making me beg for his cock. I’m desperate for his newfound knot, but every time it swells to life, he squeezes it away, telling me he’s still working on his self-control. The other guys step in to tend me, but I’m a growling, hiccupping mess. Anyone else would take pity on me, but Silva only makes it worse with his running commentary of my sexual achievements.

“You took them both so well,” he croons as I sprawl on all fours with my head in Tom’s lap. I’m barely even sucking him – more just letting his endless flow of seed trickle down my throat. Silva is behind me, dropping kisses up and down my spine as he slides in and out with a steady, teasing stroke. It feels amazing, but I need more, and his words skim across my skin, making me itch with need. “Your pussy is so warm, so greedy. I can’t wait for it to squeeze a knot out of me. I really want to give that to you, sugar. I’m so hard my balls are aching.”

“Seriously, brother,” Kobi says in a near growl from where he’s slouched on his chair, shirtless, but with his jeans back on. He’s picking from a plate of fruit River brought in earlier, but there’s still a hungry glint in his eyes. “You can be a real dick sometimes.”

Silva snickers and reaches down to stroke my clit, making me whimper. “Just building the anticipation,” he quips.

But an angry growl rips from my throat and I wrench away, clambering past him to climb into Kobi’s lap. According to Tom, now we’re mates, his pheromones have changed. Sharpened, so he smells territorial and possessive to other alphas. But Kobi says I smell even sweeter, and I treat him to my mouth, sucking on his tongue.

“That’ll teach you, pup,” Tom tells Silva as I start to lick Kobi’s neck. “My mate doesn’t like to be toyed with.”

“I was just edging up her pleasure,” Silva whines, making a grab for me. “Come back here, sweet stuff, and I’ll finish you off.”

But I bat his hands away and focus on getting Kobi naked again. He sucks in his belly as I tug on his zipper, but I give a growl of victory as I pull his cock free. The sight of his fat, leaking head makes me whimper and I drop onto my knees, swallowing him down to his swollen root.

“Fuck,” Silva hisses, crawling over to watch me. “She’s gobbling it down like it’s the first cock she’s seen all day.”

“You had your chance,” Kobi grunts, gripping the edge of the chair. When I give a happy moan, his big hand tangles in my hair, his thumb stroking my cheeks. “You just needed a real man. Right, darlin’?”

I’m pretty sure I’m not required to answer, but Silva ignores the insult, sliding off the bed to kiss my spine. I chase Kobi’s cinnamon flavour with my tongue, but then another wave of heat hits me, and I lurch upright. As much as I want him to come down my throat, I need a knot in me more. Swinging a leg over his lap, I grab his slippery shaft and notch it at my opening. The chair groans under us as his hips kick upwards, but I take a page out of Silva’s book and ignore it.

“Fuck me, alpha,” I purr, grinding down on him. With a pointed look over my shoulder, I add, “I want your big, thick knot right now.”

Silva gives me a tragic face, but this isn’t just about revenge. I really do need Kobi, and I groan as I slide down his length. Slick coats the way, and I don’t stop until he’s all the way in. I kiss the curse from his lips as he grabs my hips and grinds us together. “Damn, you’re a perfect fit, Cass. I could live inside this sweet pussy of yours.”

I hum and dig my nails into his shoulders, loving the sounds it pulls from his throat. Not to mention the way his barrel chest vibrates against my aching nipples. But I swallow back the words that trip to the edge of the tongue. Words like mine and mate and bite, when what he’s talking about is something much less permanent.

As I rock over him, lost to my haze, I try to remember there’s a difference between a heat knot and a forever knot. Between Tom, my mate, and Kobi and Silva, who are just helping me out.

But then he’s swinging me over to the bed and laying me gently on my back. His brown eyes smile down at me as his finger trails over my cheek. “You ready for me to fill you up, darlin’? You’re not too sore?”

The truth is, I don’t think there’s any such thing as too much when you’re in heat. My body seems to be on board for whatever they can give me. And it’s not just the copious amounts of omega slick and alpha juice helping me along, but something about the way I go soft and pliant at the hint of their purr. It’s like I was made to fit all of them - but I squash that thought as fast as I can.

“You with me, Cass?”

“I’m with you,” I whisper, my voice barely a croak.