Page 28 of Omega Forged (Hartlock Omegas #2)

Ajax

Lloyd: Meet us in the nest. Fast.

The message came through the group chat twenty minutes ago and I was still hiding in the gym.

Spiraling.

Tully’s attraction to me couldn’t be real.

It was driven by her heat spike, not because she actually wanted me.

I dragged my hand over my stomach and curled my lip at my reflection.

How could I meet her in our nest and not feel self-conscious?

I wasn’t muscular like Walden, athletic like Lloyd, or lithe like Pan.

My gut bulged over my waistband and even though I dressed well, it didn’t change the fact that I was overweight.

My phone vibrated, and I checked the message.

Tully: I need you.

Ice crashed over me, and I cursed under my breath.

Was I really going to waste my chance with a beautiful omega by wallowing in the gym?

I ran to the nest and squeezed myself through the entryway, almost losing my courage as the walls hugged my hefty sides.

But Tully’s tantalizing scent reeled me in.

I blinked as I adjusted to the darkness.

I tasted honey in the back of my throat, raw, rich, and thick. Fleshy fig burst between my grinding teeth.

“He’s coming, Ajax’s almost here, honey girl,” Lloyd murmured, and his head popped up as I crawled on all fours into the room.

It wasn’t dignified. But my embarrassment faded as Tully whipped around and sent me a beaming smile. Her cheeks were too red to be natural and sweat spotted the oversized white shirt she wore. Walden and Pan sat stiffly in the armchairs next to the nest.

Why weren’t they inside?

“Finally, I thought you weren’t coming.” A frown passed over Tully’s features, and her lip wobbled for one moment before she caught it between her teeth.

Lloyd was naked, a blanket draped over his lap, and he arched an eyebrow. “Nice of you to join us.”

I didn’t dignify the pointed remark with a response, unbuttoning my shirt. This wasn’t the first time I’d been with an omega, but it was my first heat, and my fingers trembled. I’d read a dozen books on the subject. Walden and I agonized over building this nest, but it still didn’t feel real.

When I’d imagined an omega in our nest, I ticked off boxes.

Comfortableness, coziness, and practicality. But as the glinting starry lights embedded in the ceiling covered Tully in their soft glow, I knew no amount of planning could prepare me for this moment. She fussed with a corner of the nest, tucking a rumpled blanket with a distracted scowl.

“Come in.” Tully flicked an impatient wrist.

Walden and Pan eyed me with unmasked jealousy.

Tully rose on her knees, and slick was a sheen between her legs.

A wave of her scent crashed over me. My gums ached, and I swallowed a growl.

The urge to lie Tully flat on her back and have my way with her was overwhelming.

Instincts reared their primal head and gnashed insatiable teeth.

Tully’s fingers swooped down at my chest, tearing open my remaining buttons with brutal precision.

“Oh yes,” she muttered, sliding her nimble fingers over my naked chest. Her nails scratched in her haste to remove my clothing. She crushed the white material on her face and sighed into it.

“Does your alpha smell good, Tully?” Lloyd smirked, like a man whose balls had been emptied more than once.

I rolled my eyes at him as Tully tucked my shirt into the padded cushion wall. She rocked back on her heels and assessed before she flapped her hands with a slight scowl.

“It’s not right,” —she trailed her fingers along the cushions—“it’s missing something.”

“Walden and Pan?” I offered, and her head snapped up, eyes unfocused.

“Yes, I need them too,” Tully muttered.

Walden whipped off his shirt and clicked his fingers at Pan until he passed over his, too. He pressed them both into my hands and I hovered them under Tully’s nose. But she crawled up my body to straddle me instead.

Her gaze was bright with an unfocused fever.

“Not yet. First, I need your cum.”

Heat poured off Tully’s body. I shared a wide-eyed look with Walden and Pan, both of them hungry. I cupped Tully’s cheek, drawing her in close, until her lips brushed against mine. My insides trembled.

“You want me?”

She’d told me not to speak ill of myself.

She’d held me sweetly and crawled into my lap.

And yet, it wasn’t enough to quell the pinch inside my chest. A bell that chimed, how, how, how could this beautiful, perfect omega want me?

She hadn’t even invited Walden or Pan into the nest yet, and they were the better choice by a million.

“More than I should.” She feathered her lips across mine and her heat-ripened scent washed over me.

There was the urge to crack open my chest and invite her inside.

“I want to be wanted,” I whispered and for a brief, ear buzzing-gut churning-throat tightening moment, I clutched onto the fear shrouding my heart.

That she might change her mind. But Tully’s smile turned sly, and she hooked her fingers under her hem and ripped it over her head.

Her thick hair fell in waves about her bare shoulders.

My senses overcharged at the sight of her silky, smooth skin.

Tully ran her hands over her small breasts, pinching the dusky pink nipples with a petulant sigh. She wore a tiny pair of pink panties.

“What’s a girl gotta do to get a knot around here?”

My lip kicked up. “You want my knot? You’ve got to earn it.”

Tully’s breath hitched, and she shuffled off my lap and between my legs. Her fingers danced over my thighs and grazed the bulge of my dick. It jerked under her touch and her eyebrows raised. But I shook my head, drawing her into the middle of the nest.

“B-but don’t you—” Tully started, but I made a shushing sound and held my finger up.

“How many orgasms did Lloyd give you?” I interrupted, sliding Lloyd and his pink cheeks an assessing look. I hope he looked after my girl.

“Two.” Tully’s lips curved. “Hopefully more, soon.”

Lloyd’s lashes kissed his cheek. His chest puffed at her words. There was so much pride and excitement etched into his face. Why did I question my place here again?

I could give Tully what she needed.

Her panting breath hit my cheek as I peppered her face with quick, soft kisses. I sipped at her lips, pulling back when her tongue slid against mine. She let out a soft whine and her fists thumped the nest.

Adorable. She’d be doing more of that soon.

“You’re going to give me four before you get my knot. Can you do that for me?” I murmured over the swell of her breasts. I took her nipple in my mouth, rolled my tongue over the hard nub until she arched her back. Her lust drenched gaze made my breath hitch.

“Just give it to me, now.”

“Oh, bratty. Walden is going to have so much fun with you and Pan later.”

She tossed a look at Walden, as if wanting confirmation. There was heat and a shade of uncertainty. I leaned over to whisper in her ear. “You’ll end up dripping with slick, and a red ass if you don’t use your manners.”

“Please?” Tully rushed to add, but I shook my head, kissing my way down her body.

“I’m not Walden, treasure.”

Her taste bloomed like a burst of moon-drenched stars, and I roved over her thighs, collecting every drop.

The brightness of her flashed behind my eyelids and I sought more.

I trembled with hunger, unsatisfied by what she’d gifted me.

My tongue explored the curve of her thighs, the dip of her belly.

I memorized her until my body cried with throbbing, pulsing desire.

Tully writhed underneath me, and Lloyd crawled over and secured her hands.

I hadn’t even touched her pussy yet, and she was a mess.

“Pretty please?” She tried, breathless, as I kissed up the seam of her groin.

Her sharp gasp traveled down my spine. I hovered over her puffed, shiny lips and pinned down her hips as she thrust them toward my face. Her cheeks turned ruddy as she thrashed.

“Patience.” I raised an eyebrow.

“How am I meant to earn my knot if you don’t—” Tully cut off her protestations.

“Poor omega, so impatient.” I drew her into my lap.

Slick drenched her panties, and heat scorched through my body. A knot in my throat stopped me from doing anything. I chanced a look at Lloyd, whose pupils had blown open.

“Touch me,” Tully demanded.

I splayed her legs over my thick thighs. Now, everyone could see how utterly soaked she was.

“Tell me what you want. My fingers in your greedy pussy?” I dropped my voice to a whisper. “You know Lloyd likes to watch, well, I like to be watched. What does Tully like? Hmm?” My fingers grazed her inner thigh, and she sucked in a needy gasp.

What did Tully like? There was a sunken answer deep in the silky clutch of lust, and I dug it out. I rolled it around, a precious pearl on the tip of my tongue.

“You want to put on a show.”

I scraped down the length of her neck, and she arched against me with a gasp. I could sink my teeth into her skin, bind her soul to mine. She’d never treat me like the second choice.

“Lie back, let me show you what a treasure you are.”

My heart battered against my ribcage as my vision went wavy. I was content to tease her, softly tracing the seam.

“Ajax,” Tully breathed when my fingertips teased before dancing away. “Touch me.”

“I want to see,” Lloyd urged.

“Can I peel these filthy little panties down, treasure? You could let Lloyd feast on your slick-covered thighs.” My beard rubbed against her throat.

Tully wriggled and tried to pull them down herself. I clicked my tongue and pushed her hands away.

“Oh, you’ve made such a wonderful mess already.” I hooked a finger and dragged her panties down.

“Don’t stop.” The bossy demand tumbled off her lips.

“Oh, I can feel you trembling. How many fingers do you want inside you? One or all of them?”

I ran my fingers up her soaked slit and circled her clit. She let out a moan as I sucked on my fingers.

“Flawless. I knew you would be.” I grinned. “Do you want a taste, Lloyd?”