Page 30 of Omega Forged (Hartlock Omegas #2)

Pan

The scent of Tully overtook everything in the nest. Including me.

It wound its way through my brain, made my tongue want to fall out and pant like a dog. She rushed through my veins and blurred the edges of my thoughts. Even with Walden’s cock in my mouth, his cum coating my throat, I needed Tully.

And it felt so right.

Walden tugged on my collar, and I pulled off his cock, following the line of his gaze.

Ajax lifted Tully from his softening knot.

She’d been curled into his chest for the past ten minutes.

She blinked lazily and her fingers curled in a wordless beg for his touch.

Lloyd pressed himself against her side, the first in her nest and the most comfortable by her side.

My brother’s cheeks were ruddy, and his smile was lopsided with heady pleasure. I squashed a flare of envy.

Ajax pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’m going to get some things for the fridge. Be back soon.”

She made a noise, straining toward him. Her eyes widened as Lloyd stood as well.

“B-but I need you.” Her husky voice was accompanied by a pout.

“You have two other alphas you can invite into your nest, Tully,” Lloyd reminded her, and he saluted to us over her head.

He padded to the exit with an ease I hadn’t realized he’d been missing. Perhaps all his tension transferred to me. My bones were heavy steel, and my nerves jangled as I waited.

Tully flicked a look between Walden and me.

She spotted the shirts we’d tried to offer her earlier, and I held my breath as she dragged them into the nest. My stomach tightened as she gave them a tentative sniff.

Lloyd and Ajax were gone, but Tully didn’t say a word to us.

Occasionally, she rubbed her stomach with a flinch before returning to perfecting her nest.

She spun, tucked and wove the blankets, all while ignoring Walden and me. I dug my nails into my biceps, preferring the sharp, sudden pinch to the other pain.

An internal ache that grew the longer Tully’s gaze shied away.

Tully might not choose me.

It was a new sensation to be looked over.

That sounded bratty, and it was. From the moment I started playing piano, I could no longer blend into the crowd.

I was Pan Mythos, and the weight that my name carried grew bigger than my considerable talent.

It was eyes burning, eyes coveting, always eyes, all the time.

When I succumbed to the lure of SubduX, and whatever else I could get my hands on, the praise turned to judgment.

I didn’t care. It was easy to become what the critics thought of me than to face my future.

I only cared when the drugs wore off and I saw the disdain in the too-bright light of day.

Now that I was sober, I bore the looks with nail-tearing determination.

I couldn’t remember the last time someone overlooked me.

The sting filled my lungs with needles, pressed new holes into weak places I didn’t know existed. I hadn’t considered this option.

Walden stood frozen next to me, his toes curled on the lip of the nest. As if drawn by a magnetic force. Tully dropped her gaze to the offending touch, and he sprang back with a choke.

She wouldn’t refuse Walden, would she?

Bitterness soiled the lust in my stomach.

Was it because of our relationship? My shoulders caved in, as if doused in ice water.

Omegas could be possessive. But she’d watched me suck Walden’s cock before, without a word of protest. Her mouth had hung with open desire, so heady I felt the high of it still.

I wanted that look back on her face.

“Please, Tully. Won’t you invite us into your nest?” Walden asked with impeccable manners, despite his naked body and straining cock promising the opposite.

So much tension coiled his muscles, and our scents burned.

Tully crawled to the edge of the nest. Her small breasts marked with strawberry blemishes from Ajax and Lloyd’s attention. Mine would be there soon. They had to be. My knees trembled despite my surety.

This wasn’t the skittish omega who intruded in my piano room.

Her omega instincts came to the forefront and crooked their finger.

Her eyes roved over Walden and me in glazed, desperate sweeps.

I fisted my cock and raised my eyebrow. Manners might have worked before, but Tully was in heat.

She might be unconsciously reluctant, but there was nothing more she wanted than our knots.

“Don’t you want these cocks, angel?”

Walden fisted his and matched his strokes to mine. We agreed for once.

She chewed on her bottom lip as her fingers dragged over the slight swell of her breasts, toward her glistening thighs.

“Let me do that for you.” Walden’s throat worked as Tully buried her fingers inside herself.

“I want to know more about this.” Tully clasped her neck with her hand, and I swallowed a moan.

“My collar?”

She nodded. “Pup, daddy, I want to know what it means and how…” She waved a hand around the nest.

How was it going to work with her?

Walden’s skin turned ashen, and I steadied him. “She’s not saying no,” I hissed.

“You remember what I said to you in the piano room? I want to know what it’s like to be you.” I tapped the silver collar. “This gives me a taste. It satisfies my craving to be controlled without making my alpha instincts rebel.”

Tully cocked her head, and I scrambled to fill my lungs with air. My skin crawled like it always did when I thought about how much I wanted to be submissive. Alphas were natural leaders, powerful and strong.

We weren’t supposed to get on our knees and beg.

“Sit, pup,” Walden ordered, with a thread of his bark through the command.

My knees wobbled and crashed to the ground. Like I had no control over my body and a shot of euphoria coasted through my veins. Yes. This is what I needed.

Tully’s eyes widened, and her fingers moved faster.

“Stay.” Walden’s expression was grim as he walked to the hidden storage and pulled out a thin, black leash.

I swallowed a whimper, my muscles vibrated with impatience.

I exhaled sharply as Walden slid it through his hand and cocked an eyebrow.

Like he was tossing up how much he wanted to show her.

I narrowed my eyes at him. Show her everything, I taunted him.

His jaw ticked, and lust snapped and churned between us.

“Pan is a dirty, horny pup who needs to be kept on a short leash. Do you want to teach him a lesson with me?”

Gods, please give me this moment .

My cock throbbed and a bead of cum smeared over the top. The tip of Tully’s tongue darted out, like she could taste it. I caught a whimper in my throat, and it tasted sweet.

“I want,” she whispered.

Finally.

My fingers shook as I clutched them into desperate fists. They weren’t useless here. I could touch her however she wanted and make her scream, if she let me. Walden pulled his shoulders back and tightened the leash with a snap.

“Say it properly. I know you were raised with better manners than that.”

I almost bit back at Walden. How dare he use that tone with Tully? But her back straightened like an arrow and her pupils dilated.

Of course.

She was an omega, and Walden’s stern tone tapped into the primal part of her that was more in control of her than ever.

“Please, Mr. Baylark. I want you both in my nest.”

The taste of Walden lingered on my tongue, but there was no bitterness as my lover waded into the nest and pulled Tully into his arms. She was everything he dreamed of having and it made my chest throb with warmth to see happiness flood his expression.

He looped the leash around her neck and gave her a sharp toothed smile.

“Should I get you one of these? A pink one, perhaps. Would you like that?”

Tully’s breath hitched, and it went straight to my cock.

“Maybe. Will you let me play with your pup?”

Walden collared his hand under her jaw. The dichotomy between the two of them made my lungs shrink.

Tully, her flared hips and soft curves, and Walden, his broad shoulders and looming height.

I couldn’t get my fill of them. Their scents braided together like a whip over my shoulder, and I relished the perfect sting of it.

“Only if you let me play with you.”

He didn’t ask for my consent. He didn’t need it.

Right now, I was his pup, and that meant doing whatever Walden wanted.

I knew he would take care of me, and I got to sink into the luxurious freedom of letting go.

Everything was out of my hands. My thoughts flickered on the edge of oblivion, strained toward it.

“Ok,” Tully whispered, and the stare between them was heavy with layers of unspoken words.

Their past? Walden stroked her jaw, and Tully whooshed out a breath, leaning into his gentle hold.

“You don’t need to be nervous. I’ll take care of everything now.”

He would. Walden didn’t make idle statements. His words were stone blocks to his foundation.

“Call him in, Tully.” Walden flicked his fingers in my direction.

“Come.”

I crawled into the nest and offered my neck. A tremble went through my spine as he scraped the metal clasp through the ring of my collar. My breath roared in my ears. Walden’s palm landed on top of my head, and he petted my hair.

“You’re going to be such a good boy, aren’t you, pup?”

I nodded and stifled a whimper as Walden pressed the leash into Tully’s hand. Her cheeks were rosy, and the leash remained limp.

“I-I need—” Tully cut off, her fist ground into her stomach.

A flicker of discomfort crossed her face. I shuffled closer until my knees pressed against hers. Her scent washed over me, making my mouth water. It was like smoke, and for a moment, it reminded me of SubduX. The way it took over my entire body and pulled me on a hook.

Walden moved to her back, running his thick fingers over her shoulders as he did.

“You know what our pup loves? He loves to use his tongue.” Walden lifted Tully’s hand and made the leash taut. It pinched at my throat, and I let out a strangled gasp. Lust cut through me in delicious ribbons. “Open your legs, Tully, that’s right. Pup wants his treat.”

Tully leaned back on Walden and spread her legs open. Her thighs were flushed from Ajax’s beard. She tugged on the leash, and I inched closer. Saliva pooled in my mouth.

“Taste me, pup.” The order was unsure, and she looked to Walden for reassurance.

He kissed the crook of her neck, and I hungered to chase the smear his lips left. What would they taste like together?

“Perfect.” He praised, “You’re doing so well.”

Tully let out a bubble of laughter, and she gave the leash a little pull.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs and lowered my face to her puffy lips.

Omegas didn’t want tenderness during their heats.

It was biological, an omega searching for the perfect seed.

Tully’s body compelled her to procreate, and it wouldn’t rest until we filled her with our cum.

I was contrary with my affection. Lured in by a smile, a scent, or the passion in someone’s voice. It didn’t matter their gender or looks. But the only person I’d ever truly given my heart to was Walden. He grounded us both. Our anchor.

Tully coated my tongue and flavor burst down my throat. I wanted nothing more than her pleasure in this moment. She was an addiction. But unlike SubduX she didn’t carve pieces off me until all that was left was a hollow shell. Tully flowed inside me until I felt stronger than ever.

I dug my fingers into her thighs, licking, tasting, sucking every single drop. Each kiss a gift. Each one a shackle. But like the collar around my neck, it was necessary. I was wild, and I needed to be tamed.

I pressed my head deeper until my lungs screamed. Breathing while eating pussy was for the weak. This omega was mine. I knew it in the fabric of my soul. Each stitch alternated between Walden and Tully.

“Pan,” Tully cried out, and her hand threaded through my hair.

Stars danced in my vision as she pressed me closer.

Her thighs clamped my ears, and she arched her back as she came.

Slick dripped down my chin and I groaned, chasing it down her thighs.

I stared between the obscene mess of her pussy to my omega, undone, and my alpha wound tight.

The perfect pull between them. Walden’s hands had strayed to Tully’s breasts and her head tossed back on his shoulder as he pinched them.

“My turn,” Walden growled.