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Fletcher marked me next, on the opposite side of my neck, bringing with it another bite of pain and then pleasure, and my cock twitched, spilling again.
My body exhausted, my breath came in jagged, uneven bursts. I trembled all over as both Alpha and Omega buried their fangs in my flesh, marking me as theirs—forever and always.
Adam’s cock swelled with his knot, making the tight confines of my body even tighter, and the pain made me whimper and squeeze my eyes shut. My vision blurred as I sagged forward, collapsing into the mess I’d made.
“Easy.”
They gently rolled us so that we were on our sides, cradling my body between theirs as they kissed and licked at the marks on my neck. I barely felt it at all. Everything was blurry, a haze, my body static, feeling too much and nothing at the same time.
My heart pounded—ba-dum, ba-dum—but arms embraced me from either side, my mates holding me.
Loving me. Claiming me.
“Mine,” Adam growled, nipping my shoulder.
“Mine,” Fletcher agreed, kissing my cheek.
“Ours,”they said together, kissing each other, and I whimpered, completely spent, but blissed-out and fulfilled at the same time.
“Yours…” I whispered.All yours…
51
SKY
It wasa night and day difference in my energy since the night Adam and Fletcher had claimed me and marked me as theirs.
The edginess I’d felt my entire life had softened, blessing me with more relief than any psych med had ever given me. I felt lighter and less like my walls might crumble.
Was this how normal Omegas felt their entire lives? Never battling with their haywire emotions? Never sobbing into their pillows or punching mirrors out of anger?
When I realized just how different I was, I sat in bed and wept for everything that I’d missed out on, everything I’d been through, everything I’d suffered because of this damn Alpha-Omega twin curse.
Adam and Fletcher were there to comfort me. They cradled me close and promised me they weren’t going anywhere, that they would never let me go.
That I was safe.
And despite the anxiety that had swelled up inside of me the past few weeks, the fear of Dr. Thompson and the facility looming over my head?
I believed them.
“Hey, you wanna run to the mall with me?” Fletcher leaned in the doorway, coat halfway zipped and keys dangling from one hand.
“What for?” I asked.
“Oh, you know. This and that. I’m just feeling a little restless and have the urge to do a little retail therapy.” He grinned impishly at me. “I’ll buy you Japanese at the food court if you come,” he singsonged.
“Damn it, Fletch. You know I can’t resist the food court.” Might as well get out of the house. Besides, Adam was at work, and I didn’t like the idea of being home alone.
With a dramatic sigh—more for Fletcher’s amusement than anything—I got off the couch and went to fetch my coat, and we headed into town.
The mall was surprisingly busy for a Tuesday afternoon. We stopped at a few of the usual shops, but Fletcher hadn’t been kidding when he said “retail therapy.” He was taking forever, trying on clothes in the changing room.
Tired of feeling cramped in the too-small clothing store, I wandered out to sit by the fountain.
It was large and round, with a polished granite lip that everyone used to take a breather. The water trickled softly, and beneath the rippling surface, copper pennies gathered at the bottom from all the wishes people had made.
I trailed my fingers through the cool water, but when I looked up, something cut across my vision. My heart skipped a beat. My throat tightened, but it wasn’t Dr. Thompson.
