Page 36 of Forbidden Taste (An Omega’s Preference #3)
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HAWK
My knot’s gone down, but I’m still holding Leo against my chest, my arms wrapped tight around him, his body pressed to mine in the tangle of his nest soaked with slick and cum.
That spiced apple aroma floods the room, a thick, heady syrup that clings to my lungs, blending with my vanilla musk in a way that makes my head spin.
Riley texted half an hour ago which means he should be here any minute now.
I wasn’t sure how Leo’s heat would manifest, if he would fully succumb to his Omega instincts, if that lazy drawl that Omegas get swept up in after being knotted would affect him.
Sure enough, he’s been out the whole time, only now just waking up.
And fuck, he’s adorable—grumbly little noises rumbling from his throat, his curls a wild mess as I slip out of him.
He sits up, those sea-green eyes, still hazy with heat.
That adorable version of him doesn’t last long as he reaches down between his thighs, gathering a mess of slick and cum before rolling me onto my stomach and bringing those fingers to my hole.
All I can do is moan into the pillows as he slowly works me open, a mixture of pain and pleasure spiraling through me with his rough movements.
“Jesus Christ, babe, I’m not the one in heat,” I purr, even as he drags my ass up into the air, adding another finger to his prep. He lets out a frustrated growl, gathering more slick to open me up with, a possessive purr rumbling through.
He’s not in control, not even close, his instincts driving him, wild and unrestrained, and I love it—fuck, I crave it—his roughness, his need, the way he takes me like I’m his to claim.
It’s been years since I was handled this roughly—back in my first year, a fling with an Alpha who didn’t care to be gentle—and I’ve never admitted how much I liked it, how it lit me up, made me feel alive.
But Leo, he’s perfect, a storm of strength and tenderness, and I couldn’t have met a more perfect mate.
My cock hardens, leaking against my stomach pressed into the nest, pre-cum pooling in the dip of my navel, my fingers digging into the plush when I feel the tip of his cock easing into my hole.
It’s a welcome intrusion, almost a need as he grips my hips, that purr strengthening until it’s the only thing I can hear.
I know he won’t knot me—not fully, not with his heat wiring him for release after release but the sensation of being owned, of being held, of being fucked open? Yes, please.
He was much softer our first time a few days ago but this is all primal, animalistic even as he snaps his hips hard and fast, slick easing every thrust. I twist around to look at my beautiful Zeta, his face scrunched up in pleasure, his lips parted in ecstasy.
It’s not long before he comes, a sharp groan filtering into the air as he fills me.
It’s going to get messy, fast, this heat turning us into a tangle of slick and cum, but he’s still going—his hand slipping between us as he pulls my ass in the air again, wrapping around my cock.
Slick fingers match his wild rhythm, words falling from my lips that I’m surprised come from me.
“Fuck, Leo, so good, babe—take me, make me yours, harder, yeah, just like that.”
His pace falters as he comes again, pushing me over the edge, a shuddering release that leaves me trembling, gasping, my body taut and then sagging beneath him.
I expect for the haze to take Leo under, draw him into sleep as I find a way to clean us up a bit or at least take a breath but the scuff of shoes at the door rips Leo’s attention to a wide-eyed, flushed Riley hurriedly trying to get his shirt over his head.
I can’t help but chuckle with the way Leo easily slips out of my ass, his eyes nearly black, pupils swallowing the green and then stalks over to Riley.
Our Omega doesn’t move as if caught in the sight of a predator, his nostrils flared, his honeyed scent sweetening until I’m suffocated by the two of them.
And then Leo is on him, ripping the rest of his clothes off, throwing shoes across the hall until Riley’s bare, his skin flushed. His eyes are dancing, though and even without a bond, I can tell that Riley is all too excited to share this moment with Leo, with us.
Leo hoists him up in his arms and heads back to the nest, easing him into the plush tangle. Riley glances over at me, reaching out to take my hand, drawing it to his lips, “I’m hoping I didn’t miss too much of the party?”
That draws a chuckle from the both of us as Riley’s laugh cuts off with a little whine, Leo already sliding into his ass. The slick sounds of his thrust have me hard all over again, Riley’s eyes rolling into the back of his head as he grips one of Leo’s arms .
“Holy fuck, that’s good,” Riley murmurs, one of his hands still tangled in mine, tightening as Leo’s thrusts heighten in speed and force, the small Omega being pushed up every time Leo sinks into his ass.
His moans start to bounce off the walls, his head thrown back, lips parted as Leo dives in for a kiss.
It’s an erotic dance to watch, Leo letting out the most adorable frustrated sounds as if he needs more. Riley squeezes my hand tighter, managing to catch my gaze before his lids shut, pleasure taking over.
“Alpha, he needs your knot,” he pushes out, his voice raw. Leo drags one of his legs up over his hips. “He’s not going to let go of me, but he needs you. Fuck, sweetie, I’m going to come but don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
Leo doesn’t even falter, leaning down to take the bite on Riley’s neck between his lips as I settle behind our Zeta.
I place a gentle hand on his back, letting him know that I’m there, not wanting to terrify him.
I wait for his permission, his thrusts slowing as his back arches just the slightest and then I hear it. “ Please.”
God, I’m not going to last long, that soft plea on his lips as I surge inside of him.
His ass tightens around me, Riley and I smothering him between us, Riley’s whines rising—a high, sweet melody against Leo’s low growls.
I press my chest to Leo’s back, my lips brushing his shoulder as Riley clings to his arms. “God, you’re so beautiful, sweetie,” he murmurs, his tone thick with awe, “so damn gorgeous like this. Are you going to fill me up while Hawk knots you? Yeah?”
His words ignite something in Leo—his sounds a mixture of snarls and purrs, a wild, wholly Zeta noise that rumbles through me, vibrating where our bodies connect, and I groan, my hips snapping harder, my knot swelling, nudging his entrance .
I knot him—pushing forward, stretching him wide, locking us together—and Leo cries out, a ragged scream as they both come, scents thickening until I’m suffocated by sugar and spice, pleasure thrumming through me.
I nearly flop onto both of my mates, before having just enough sense to pull Leo to his side, his cock bobbing as he slides out of Riley.
Leo’s asleep in minutes, cute snores permeating the nest as I catch my breath, my gaze falling on the Omega now sprawled out beside us.
“If it’s going to be three days of this,” I muse, “It’s going to be a wonderful rollercoaster.” My body’s already heavy, my muscles aching, but it’s a good ache, a fullness I wouldn’t trade.
A giggle falls from Riley’s lips as he rolls onto his side facing us, snuggling up against Leo’s chest. “I’m all for it,” he pushes out, his voice breathy and strained.
“I didn’t know where I’d fit during his heat but fuck, it’s like he goes harder when he’s not holding back.
I might be spent after three days but I think I like this version of Leo. ”
I’m definitely in agreement there. I press a soft kiss to the back of Leo’s neck, hovering there for several seconds before speaking again. “How was dinner?” I don’t particularly want to bring up the topic but I also want to make sure that Riley is okay, that he’s safe.
Riley offers me a small smile over Leo’s shoulder. “I walked out. Told them I had mates to attend to.”
I tilt my head, concern flickering in my chest. “And you’re okay?”
Riley’s eyes soften, his lips curving faintly, and he shakes his head.
“Can we talk about that later? I’m safe and I’m hoping that stuff is behind me but I don’t…
I don’t want to deal with it right now.” He sits up a little, leaning over Leo’s shoulder for a kiss.
I gladly oblige, tasting the sweet honey on his lips.
“Let’s take care of our Zeta and figure everything else out later. ”
Riley curls in closer, burying his head in Leo’s chest as I reciprocate, my lips grazing along his neck, imagining a moment when my bite is on his shoulder, a claim that will show the world that he’s mine, that he’s loved, that he’s perfect just the way he is.