Page 90 of In Doubt

“Yes,” I gasp, jolting with the aftershocks of my release. “Yes, I need your knot, Alpha.”

“Yeah, you do,” he grunts as he thrusts his way in.

He’s as big as the others, and although I’m looser now and wet, the combination of his thumb in my arse and his cock in my cunt is intense. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I know it’s the ultimate. That pack omegas rave about the insane pleasure of taking two cocks. The idea seemed just that to me: insane. Uncomfortable, possibly damaging. Perhaps I was wrong. I’ve never felt so anchored, so possessed, and I have a longing for the other alphas to be here with us. For me to take more than one of them. To pleasure more than one.

Dylan may seem like the sensitive quiet one of the pack. He’s anything but when it comes to rutting.

He pounds into me, his grip tight in my hair, the sounds of our skin slapping together brutal.

Maybe sex this rough would have had me running for the hills a day or two ago. But I’m too lost in my body, too taken over by feeling, for the fear to find me. Besides, I feel safe, especially when he whispers,

“Is this OK, Omega? You want me to stop?”

“No! Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

He continues to pound me until I’m spiralling upwards. My walls convulse around him and he falters once, twice, tugging his thumb from my hole as he comes, his knot expanding and the stretch tripping me over into my release.

With his knot locked into me, he tugs my head backwards and kisses me over my shoulder, my body shaking from the adrenaline.

Then he scoops us up and settles us both down on the sofa, purring for me as I snuggle against him.

“Good game, little Plaything?” he asks.

“Yes,” I hum, smiling as I drift asleep.

“Then I hope we can play it again.”

A heat has never felt this good. Sex has never felt this good. Perhaps I’ve finally laid the ghosts of my past to rest.

23

Dylan

Iwatch the little omega sleeping in my arms, transfixed by the rise and fall of her chest, the slight quiver of her lips, and the flicker of her eyes beneath their lids.

I’ve dreamed of having an omega for our pack. As much as I love my mates, it always felt like there was something missing. An omega shaped hole in our lives. The foundations for the home we’ve built. It seems to me like Giorgie might be the perfect fit for us. She’s bright and bolshy. She wouldn’t take any shit. She’d challenge and push us to be better people, for ourselves, for each other, for her. But she’s also playful and witty, willing to indulge in a bit of fun. She’d pull us out of our dark moods, bring out our lighter sides.

Can we convince her that this is where she belongs? With us in this pack.

When my knot deflates, I slide carefully from her and slip from the sofa, lifting her into my arms. She murmurs, shifting to rest her head in the crook of my arm, but she doesn’t wake. As quietly as I can, I carry her back into the room.

Levi’s lying out on the bed and I shoo him off, laying the omega in the centre of her nest and drawing the sheet over her body.

“Everything alright?” Levi asks me.

“Fucking amazing!” I grin at him and his gaze flicks back to Giorgie. “God, it smells bloody incredible in here.” I take a deep inhale, my blood tingling and my cock hardening.

“You had fun then, mate?” Levi returns my grin.

“She’s something special.”

He chuckles. “What happened?”

“I was making her some chocolate mousse and she fucking jumped me.”

Levi chuckles harder. “That does sound fun.” He climbs back onto the bed, kissing the omega’s shoulder and then lying out alongside her.

I watch them both for a moment, admiring how good they look together. My heart warms at the idea that this man I love so much may have found his omega. Our omega. New ideas and fantasies blossom in my mind. Then I remember why I was making that mousse. We have duties as alphas to keep our omega healthy and well fed. She needs to keep up her energy and I’m not letting her fall ill on my watch.