Page 21 of Forbidden Taste (An Omega’s Preference #3)

He steps back, his shuddering frame trembling with every breath, and points down the hallway, his voice rough, raw with need.

“My Omega needs you,” he says, and I don’t think I’ve heard anything hotter—the way he speaks of Riley, offers him up, trusts me with something so precious.

My throat tightens, my Alpha instincts roaring to life, and I nod, stepping inside, the door clicking shut behind me.

I follow Leo down the hall, his broad frame swaying slightly ahead of me, his scent fluctuating between overly sweet and something so rich, I almost want to drop to his knees for him.

Riley Hart’s in his nest, curled tight into a ball amidst a mess of blankets and pillows, his flushed skin glistening with sweat, his fingers digging into the plush around him.

My Alpha instincts scream at me to go to him, to ease the trembling, but I hesitate at the edge, my hands flexing at my sides as I look to Leo.

It feels right, somehow—deferring to him, even here, with two Omegas and me the Alpha.

Leo frowns, his eyes narrowing in confusion, but then he steps closer, his hands moving to my shirt.

His fingers brush my chest as he eases it off, the fabric whispering against my skin, a shiver running down my spine, caught in the quiet intensity of his touch.

He walks it over to Riley, draping it across the nest, and Riley stirs, his body unfurling slightly, a soft sigh escaping as he presses his face into the cotton, my scent mingling with his.

Leo watches him, before a sound rumbles from his throat—a deep, commanding sound that’s wholly Alpha—and my knees nearly buckle.

I’m in love, instantly, helplessly, my cock pressing hard against my jeans, straining with a need I’ve never felt before.

I’ve never wanted to submit to anyone, never craved it, but this Omega is calling to me, pulling at every instinct I’ve tried to tame.

I try to keep my eyes on his, to hold that stormy gaze, but it’s impossible as he starts undressing me.

His hands move with purpose, undoing my boots, tugging them off one by one, his knuckles grazing my calves.

Then he’s at my pants, unbuttoning them, sliding them down along with my boxers, the cool air hitting my heated skin as the fabric pools at my feet.

He’s acting like an Omega—gentle, attentive—but there’s a dominance in him, a quiet control that thickens his scent, sweetening it further, as if he’s the one in heat.

His jaw ticks, his lids half-closed, and when he stands, he stumbles slightly, his massive frame unsteady.

I reach out, my hands catching his arms, steadying him, and feel the tremor in his muscles—Riley’s heat seeping into him, stirring something wild beneath his skin.

There’s no reaction for him, no instinct for him to curl into my chest, just a quiet determination to provide for Riley that I can admire.

No sooner am I sinking in the pink and yellow plush is Riley pushing me onto my back and straddling my thighs, his heat pressing against me as he sinks down, taking me in.

A loud groan rips from my throat, my hands flying to his waist as he moves, his hips swiveling in slow, deliberate circles.

He reaches for Leo, his fingers tangling in those orange curls, pulling him close, and I’m caught between them, watching as they kiss—deep, messy, their mouths colliding with a hunger that makes my chest ache.

Riley’s body rocks against mine, and I grip him harder, fingers digging into his hips, anchoring myself in the haze.

Usually, there’s a moment—rules laid out, boundaries set—but not now.

I’m lost, drowning in the scent, the heat, the feel of them.

Two Omegas in one room is a different beast, my control slipping, my Alpha instincts roaring to take over.

I clear my throat, the sound rough, and Leo pulls back, his eyes nearly black with desire, pupils swallowing the green.

“Whatever Riley needs,” he purrs. “Anything Riley needs.” It’s a command, a plea, and I nod, my breath hitching as I look up at Riley, his face flushed, his lips parted.

“Sweetheart,” I murmur, my hands sliding up his sides, feeling the tremor in his skin, “You have to tell me what you need.”

“More,” he gasps, his head tipping back, “harder.”

I roll us over, pinning him beneath me, his back sinking into the blankets as I take over. I move, fucking into him with, my hips snapping against his. “Fuck, yes,” he cries, his hands clawing at my shoulders, his voice ringing out, commanding, not the soft whimpers I’m used to.

I glance up at Leo, needing to know that he’s okay with this because essentially I’m fucking his Omega in this moment, not mine—even if I know that we’re mates.

That’s when I fully see him, Leo kneeling beside his, his fists curled on his thighs, my gaze snagging on his cock, hard and leaking, the knot at the base swollen and unmistakable.

My face flames, my entire body shuddering with a rush of excitement, a fantasy crashing through me—Leo fucking into me, his knot locking us together while we take care of Riley.

The thought’s dizzying, my rhythm faltering.

Leo lets out a growl, his eyes snapping to mine.

“Focus,” he growls, his voice cutting through the haze, and I do, turning back to Riley, pouring everything into him—every thrust, every touch, my hands roaming his chest, his thighs, feeling the heat of him under my palms.

Riley starts chanting ‘knot me’ mixed with a slew of other curse words I can’t quite catch, my attention turning to focus solely on him. Give him what he needs, I tell myself, and then we can focus on everything else.

I know it’s not going to be that easy.