Page 100 of In Deep

I grind my hips in circles, and his fingers flex.

“Is that good?”

“Fuck, little Omega, watching you take my cock is always good. Finding you in my bed, smearing your goddamn delicious juices all over my sheets is good. Everything about you is good.”

I smile down at him, grinding him harder.

“You belong with us, lass. You’re perfect for me. Perfect for this pack. We’re alike, you and me.”

“We don’t really belong here, do we?” I say. “Not like the others.”

“No, we don’t. But we’re going to be here any-goddamn-way,” he grunts, lifting me up, allowing his cock to drag from my entrance and then slamming me back down.

I throw back my head and wail, and then we work together. I bounce up and down on his shaft until my thighs burn, and he helps me along, lifting me up and down.

When we come, we come together, my cunt clenching around him and milking his cock and his grip loosens and his face relaxes.

When we’re both silent again, still a little dizzy and out of breath, he opens his eyes and stares into mine.

“This pack is better, I’m better, with you here, Rosie.”

“Is it love?” I ask him.

“Yes,” he says, “This is love.”

And I trust him. I trust him the most.

If Seb says this is love, then it is.

“I spoke to my parents,” I admit to him. They’ve all been encouraging me to tell them the truth, Seb more than any of them.

“And what did they say?”

I trace the outline of the muscles on his chest with my fingertip. “That I’m ruining my life.” I swallow hard. “That everyone will shun me. That I can kiss goodbye to my dreams.”

“They said that,” he says, the constrained anger clear in his voice.

“Not in so many words.”

“You know they’re wrong though, Rosie? You know that, don’t you?” I glance up at his dark eyes. I want to believe that too.

I’m not ashamed of what I am, who I am. Not anymore. But I am afraid that others will think like my mum. That choosing this path will hamper the few chances I had. That this will end my dreams of the space agency.

“The world is changing, lass. We’re changing it. You can be ours, we can be yours, and you can still be all you want to be.”

“It almost sounds too good to be true,” I admit. “Too greedy, too lucky.”

“You deserve it.” I smile at him. “You know who already loves you before she’s even met you?” Seb says, stroking my hair and kissing the crown of my head.

“Who?”

“My mum. Are you ready to meet our parents?” he asks me.

I flip my head around to look at him. “Parents?”

“They’re going to be at the race. They’re all curious to meet you. Especially my mum.” He chuckles. “She’s been threatening to hop on a train and come down here to meet you for the last few weeks. I told her she has to be patient.”

“You guys told your parents about me? What did they say?”