Page 73 of The Omega's Bloodlinem: Part Two

I paused, spinning her and pressing her against the wall for the sheer pleasure of breathing in the burst of her scent. “Dobetterthan your best. I refuse to lose you now that I’ve found you.”

Her dark eyes were luminous, and they fluttered closed when I dipped down, indulging myself in the taste of her mouth. So fucking sweet. Did all omegas taste this way or was she sweeter to me because fate had guided her here?

I’d had the least time with her, but I was determined to forge my connection with her anyway. Sometimes I wondered if I was imagining it, if I’d just hoped so hard for someone that I’d convinced myself there was more with her than in reality.

Then she melted, her body pliable and her scent thick in my nose, and I knew it wasn’t my imagination. She felt it too.

I’d known it when she arrived, and when her fingertips had brushed the edge of death. Even without a bond, I knew. She was mine too, despite the others monopolizing her.

“I’m not going to meet your claimants in the hallway,” Logan murmured softly. “What if they’re weird about us?”

“They won’t be. That’s most of why I want you to meet them. I want to figure out how to navigate things with you and them.”

“You’re allowed to date other people. I’d be kind of a hypocrite if I said otherwise.”

I tucked my finger under Logan’s chin, lifting her gaze to meet mine. “I don’t want to date them. I claimed them because they’re cool, beautiful people. It gets really fucking boring and lonely having no one in the suite. We’re friends with benefits more than anything.”

Logan’s scent sweetened.

“Do you like that little witch? Being the only one I’ll let hold my heart?”

“It feels selfish to say yes.”

“Perhaps.” I nibbled down her throat, reveling in the heat of her skin. “But maybe I like you being possessive of me.”

She squirmed, fingers kneading my waist, gorgeous gasps and moans filling my ear as I played with her.

“You really are too delicious.” I trailed my fingertips down her side. “Makes me want to take you apart right here in the hall.”

“People could see.”

“Hmm, indeed they could,” I purred, “but you like that, don’t you? Our little exhibitionist. I can’t wait for them all to watch you come when you get fucked in the throne room.”

Logan’s scent was thick and impossibly sweet in the air, sending goosebumps across my skin, my pussy begging for some attention. She hadn’t touched me like that yet, and as much as I preferred ruining my partners rather than the other way around, I could see the appeal of having a desperate, squirmy omega doing her absolute best to give me pleasure.

“Velda, we know you’re out there,” Tessa’s voice came through the door. “Quit hogging the witch.”

Logan froze, scent getting even stronger as her blush overwhelmed her features.

“Ready to meet them?”

My omega nodded, rubbing at her cheeks as if she could dispel the color.

I swept open the door to my suite. “Welcome to my abode, little witch.”

The flush of her cheeks was way too fucking cute and I loved that everyone could see how worked up I’d made her.

I gestured to my four claimants lined up and ready to officially meet her. “These are my chosen. This beautiful gargoyle is Laila, and these lovely shifters are Kelly, Tessa, and Yumi. Laila will be my only claimant after lockdown is over.”

Logan quirked her head, looking at the four of them. “Oh?”

“We came in together and were only planning to stay a few months,” Kelly explained. “We’re on an archaeology teamtogether and while Velda’s been so lovely, we’ve been itching to get back out there.”

“If we survive the monster,” Tessa added.

“Surviving this is the whole goal,” Logan said with a nervous laugh. “I’m working really hard to figure out my powers so we can get rid of this thing.”

My three ladies drew her into conversation, asking about her magic, while Laila hung back to observe, as she usually did.