Page 117 of Ondine: Vol. 2

A whimper escapes me.

“You may be kneeling at my feet, Omega, but this will be your pack with my bite. You are the sun upon which we orbit. The god upon which we worship. My heart.”

He takes my hand and stands, pulling me up with him. He leads me to the bed, and Arnie makes way for us. He lays me on my back and spreads my legs.

I knew he’d bite me here.

He lies on the bed between my legs, throwing my thigh up by his ear. His teeth scrape the inside of my other thigh—finding the perfect spot—right near my pussy.

I tip my head back. I’m out of breath. My heart is beating erratically. The anticipation is going to kill me. Jake kisses my skin with such affection. Then licks me gently. Prepping me for his sharp fangs.

My eyes catch on Freddie’s. Our bond sings. He wants this just as much as me.

Jake will be the bridge. With his bite, all of us will be connected.

But it may not be enough for the omega in me. She may want all their bites.

Jake’s mouth attacks me. His teeth, top and bottom, sink into my skin so forcefully and suddenly I cry out. An unexpected rush of heat grows between my legs. Not at the sight of his bite, but my pussy.

My stomach cramps.

Oh my god.

A heat spike.

My cry changes. I pant and squirm.

But I can’t focus on that because a deluge of awareness hits me at once. Jake. Sebastian. Shadow. Suddenly they are there. With me. Inside of me. I’m a part of them.

My connection with Freddie is like a magical strand tying his hands to my heart. That’s not what this is at all.

It’s like I’ve been invited into a secret room that they are all in.

Sebastian is horny as a fucking freight train. Shadow is lovely. His feelings are cool and sweet.

Jake is the most powerful.

Our connection is like I’ve turned the dial on the radio and finally got to the right station—It’s clear and unencumbered.

He’s feeling everything. All at once.

Love. Pain. Fear. Excitement.

He detaches his fangs from me. Two half moons of teeth marks marred my skin. He licks the wound gently.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

I open my eyes that I didn’t realize I’d closed and see Arnie. Once I see him, I can feel him.

He’s in awe.

“Jake,” I whimper.

“Yes, baby, I can feel it. Your heat.”

“Spike,” I clarify, and that’s all I get before the need to fuck takes over.

I have five men. Someone will take care of her.