Page 73 of Omega Forged (Hartlock Omegas #2)

It was being seen, heard, and known. The way Ajax did as he wrapped around my heart. He looked at me like he was falling in love anew every time. It nestled between the warm, golden fissures in his brown eyes. Nestled in the shadows of his crow’s feet. Cradled in the soft dimple on his left cheek.

“You’ll never spend another night lonely again. I love you, treasure.”

“I love you.”

Ajax leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to my lips. A sweet footnote I would recall every time I took a sip of my morning coffee.

“I’m glad you love me, treasure, because I’m about to paint you.” Ajax smirked and fisted his cock.

He pumped it hard, letting out a breathless moan as his cum splattered onto my chest. He ran a thick finger through it and spread it over my lower lip.

“I’m a mess.” I winked at him, swiping it away with my tongue.

“Oh, you think you’re a mess now? Wait until we’re done with you.”

Walden loomed over Ajax’s shoulder. Ajax stifled a laugh and pulled back, his flaccid cock heavy between his legs. I licked my lips again, still hungry for more.

“I can’t believe you’re ours,” Lloyd muttered from the armchair.

Pan crawled on all fours, his gaze dark and dangerous like shadows at midnight.

“Gods, you’re something else, angel.”

“Are you sorry we didn’t get to have a moment like this?”

Pan ground his forehead against mine. “Never.”

“Good. I love you so much, Pan. You live outside the lines. Bold, beautiful, bratty. This world could never tame you, and I don’t want to.”

Walden towered over us and his eucalyptus scent cleared my nostrils and sparked a fire down my spine.

“I don’t deserve you, but I’m taking you. You are my angel every day. Walden is my first love, and we’re so fucking lucky to share you as our forever love.”

I was the lucky one.

I’d carried loneliness with me like a stone for as long as I could remember. But between these two alphas there was no space for it to exist.

“Down, pup,” Walden ordered, and Pan flopped on his back with a wink.

He pulled his knees toward his stomach and waited.

Walden gripped my chin. “You’re going to take us both like the queen you are, right?”

I swallowed and nodded. Warmth spread through my chest at the pride that sparked in his gaze.

“Good girl, on your knees.”

Walden fit his hands around my waist and lifted me as Pan angled his cock back between his legs.

“How is this going to work?” I huffed.

“Slide down on me, angel,” Pan urged.

His cock was angled backward, but I took him, using his knees to hold on to. My throat tightened as he rubbed against the ridged ceiling of my pussy.

“That’s it, feels good, right? Just wait until daddy joins.”

I let out a splutter as Walden pressed against me from behind. The head of his cock was slippery with my slick, but I felt him in my lungs. The way they shrunk as he pushed into my tight channel.

“I can feel you everywhere.” Pan panted, eyes blown wide open.

I could feel them too, and it was everything. Walden pushed further, determined to seat himself inside my body. I didn’t think he could, but it wasn’t long before his hips melded against my ass.

“Oh, my pretty pair. I love the feeling of you together,” Walden gushed.

Pan and I couldn’t really move, and that was by design.

Walden thrust slowly at first, pulling back his hips and rolling forward until all we could hear was a chorus of moans and groans.

The pressure was unbelievable. It was all-encompassing.

The scent of them together, the sharp and sweet, it rocked me like the ocean.

Pan’s cock flexed inside me, and he cried out with a garbled tongue. His cheeks flushed deep pink and his eyes turned glazed as Walden rocked. The friction whirled and took me with it. I was dizzy with pleasure. My fingers scrambled over Pan’s legs. Marking him with red semicircle nail kisses.

“It’s too much,” I wailed, and Walden wound his fingers through my hair.

“You can handle us, Tully. Just a little more.”

It was a tidal wave, the weight and movement. I capitulated and let my throat fill with moans.

“I-I can’t last—” Pan gasped. His hands were on my thighs like anchors.

My bites throbbed with a tender ache, and my body, well used, was reaching the end of what it could handle.

“Together, the three of us.” Walden panted hot against the back of my neck.

“No—I—” I protested but Walden only fucked me harder and the coal in my lower belly roared to life. He pushed me deeper into Pan and the angle hit that rough, magical part of my channel. I existed for their use and Pan and I gave ourselves over to Walden. It was beautiful, the submission.

I let out a choked cry and scored Pan with my frustration. He tossed his head against the carpet, his tattoos glistened with sweat.

“Now,” Walden ordered, and we both came with a desperate cry.

Their cum flooded deep inside me, and I took a huge breath.

“Next time, I want your knot.” I dripped sweat onto Pan and he ate up the sight of me.

“Anything you want, angel.”

I knew it was true. Lloyd helped me to the bathroom, and Ajax washed my hair. Their hands infused me with safety and warmth. Walden wrapped me in a warm robe and ushered me onto the couch with Pan. He sat next to our alpha, while Lloyd and Ajax took my other side.

“Should I get the pie?” Walden asked.

“In a minute.” I drowsed, half covered by blankets.

I needed to soak up this moment.

Hartlock Pack was starting a new era, and these men would be by my side as we made our mark, together.