Page 33 of Worthy or Knot (Serendipity Omegaverse #3)

Thirty-Three

COLE

M y signature flashes under the sun as the ink dries, just beside their own signatures.

Officially Pack Harper. I can’t help but pull Marcus back to me the moment I’ve set the pen down, wanting his lips on mine first as the moment really sinks in.

He comes willingly, his tongue as desperate as my own.

Need lights through my veins, sudden and all consuming.

Marcus grunts as the impact reaches him through the bond.

I need the three of them, and I need them now .

It doesn’t matter that I’m on a stranger’s private yacht.

It doesn’t matter that we’re in the middle of the ocean, slowly heading back toward New York and our life there.

“I need you,” I whisper as I break the kiss. “All of you.”

Megan clasps the nape of my neck and runs her lips down my throat. Apple explodes from me.

“Whatever you want,” she whispers. “Up here? Or do you want to find a bed?”

Just the question has me groaning. “A… a bed. So you can sit on my face.”

Her answering wave of raspberry is almost as delicious as her growl of excitement.

Charlotte disappears from my other side, her movement stirring the air around us, mixing all of our scents together.

God, they smell divine. Even better now than all the clothing I’ve been smuggling into my bed over the last week.

The real thing is always better, though.

All at once, Marcus lifts me into his arms, encouraging my legs around his waist. He brushes his lips down my throat and across my shoulder as he crosses the deck, following Charlotte and Megan deeper into the boat.

I close my eyes as vertigo hits from the sudden movement, swallowing down the bile it always triggers.

I can’t even be upset about the symptoms right now. I have all three of my Alphas, and this is all permanent. They want me for the rest of their lives.

A plush mattress meets my back before I’ve managed to open my eyes again.

And then Marcus is gone. When I focus on the room around me, it’s Charlotte kneeling above me, easing my shirt over my head and my slacks down my legs.

My cock springs free, falling onto my stomach with a heavy weight.

Her eyes focus on it, and she licks her bottom lip.

Before I can prepare for it, her lips around my cock, sucking it into her mouth. My back bows as I cry out.

“ Jesus ,” I gasp.

Charlotte laughs without stopping her movements, and the sound vibrates all the way down to my balls. My stomach clenches, heat already building. Not having any stamina would be embarrassing as hell if they didn’t mind it at all.

She takes me deep again, not even breathing, and I groan.

“I can’t,” I whisper. “I’m already so close.”

She pops off with a smirk, then climbs over me, straddling my hips and notching me at her entrance.

I cup her breasts, flicking one nipple and then the other, relishing the way her chest flushes.

God, this is happening so damn fast. How could I have forgotten how bold she is?

How quick she is to take what she wants? I fucking love that about her.

She takes me in one single slide, so tight I can’t possibly think around it. Apple explodes from me, drowning out the small room. She moans, twists her hips, then rises on her knees again. When she comes down this time, I thrust my hips up to meet her, needing her so fucking deeply.

The mattress dips behind her, and then Marcus is there, spreading my knees with a steady, dominant grasp.

He brushes the hair from Charlotte’s shoulder and then runs his lips along the slope of it, letting his hand trail down her side as he eases behind her, his chest pressing to her back.

God, it probably feels like he’s about to fuck her, too.

Have they ever done that? Has he fucked her the way he does me?

Just the thought has another wave of fire running through my veins.

She gasps, her heat clamping down on me.

I can’t hold back the ragged groan the sensation pulls from me.

“This all right?” he asks her.

Her head tips back, baring her throat as it ripples with a swallow. His arousal is so strong, it floods my system. How do other Omegas survive this? Go through heats like this? I’m ready to combust and Megan hasn’t even pulled her dress off yet.

“Lottie?” Marcus eases even closer, wordlessly running a palm down my inner thigh. “You good?”

I try and tilt toward the touch, try to get him even closer, get him in me. I need him in me now. The need is a primal thing, out of my own control. Charlotte gasps as I move, her sage billowing out from her anew.

“I’m good, Marcus,” she finally manages to whisper.

“Megan, you’d better sit on his face before he can’t get you off,” Marcus mutters.

That’s all it takes to have Megan astride me, too, her breasts full and her nipples tight. I let one hand fall away from Charlotte so I can run it along Megan’s hip. Just as she lowers enough I can taste her, I press my thumb into her clit.

Her breath stops, and then her head falls back on a groan.

I taste every inch of her, learning exactly what licks, what sucks, what strokes she likes best. I drop my hand from her clit, tracing the soft flesh between her thighs, and then slide a finger inside her.

She tightens around me like a damn vise.

My hips buck in reaction, and Charlotte moans.

And then there’s pressure from Marcus as he slowly enters me. He sinks deeper and deeper, murmuring words I can’t hope to understand right now. When he pauses, a single question breaks through my lust-addled mind.

“You okay, Cole?”

“So, so much better than okay,” I manage to choke out.

“Good,” he says.

And then he’s moving, pulling out and then pushing back in, his hips pressing up against my legs with each movement.

Any hope of keeping track of everything, of separating the sensations into a coherent string of events in my mind, is gone.

There’s Megan’s warm heat above me, her taste on my tongue.

There’s Charlotte riding my cock in slow, even slides.

There’s Marcus’s thighs pressing into mine as he takes me, too, his thrusts not nearly as slow or gentle as Charlotte’s movements.

There’s the sounds I’m making, loud and inelegant and raw.

And all the while, there’s our scents, merging and mixing and growing stronger as we get closer to the edge together.

I suck Megan’s clit into my mouth and let my teeth scrape it. She shatters above me, shaking as she screams. The sound is enough to have me falling over the cliff. I jerk under the weight of all three of them, my groan so incredibly desperate.

Whatever Marcus must feel from me, feel from our bond, makes him go still, his cock buried inside me.

His knot wedges into place a moment later as he mutters a desperate curse, ratcheting my desire up a hundred fold.

And then there’s another hand with mine, caressing Charlotte, stroking her nipple alongside my own.

She tightens down around me and then freezes with a scream.

Her lock sends me right over the edge again, even faster than the first time we locked.

My brain is gone, an unintelligible mush. All I know are the sensations around me, above me, inside me. The warm glow of the bond, the feel of Megan’s legs bracketing my chin, Marcus’s strong grasp on my hip. They’re all I can feel, all I can taste, all I can hear.

And, fuck, is it perfect.

The sudden blurring of my vision doesn’t even irritate me, doesn’t even register enough to irritate me. Because right now? I have all three of my Alphas with me. It’s so perfect, the worry over my OBS can’t even manage to breach the happy little bubble.