Page 144 of The Boss Omega
He looks at me with scared eyes, blinking behind his glasses. “I do.”
“Me, too,” Saint says.
“No, now,” Lark groans. “My omega… wants it.”
I kiss her temple. “Okay, little bird. What your omega wants she gets.” I look at my packmates. “We do everything she wants, including bonds. We do it her way.”
They nod in unison.
“Of course. I want this heat to be perfect for her. She’s been so—”
“Afraid,” Saint finishes for Graham. He runs his palm over her arm. “Whatever you want, princess.”
The elevator opens and I walk out first. When we enter the nest, Saint switches on the twinkle lights and Graham opens the cabinet doors revealing more mirrors.
“She likes them,” he says when Saint throws him a questioning look.
I can’t help but chuckle. These two are nervous wrecks. I would be, too, if I weren’t already bonded with her.
“Who do you want first?” I ask, my hands finding the zipper at the back of her dress.
She's on her knees, swaying, her heat-damp skin warm under my palms. Her scent is overwhelming. Salty caramel, slick with want.
I get the dress off. Barely.
Her eyes are glassy, but not vacant. “Graham,” she says. “My giant. Bite me.”
Graham shucks his jacket and pants quickly, then crawls on the mattress beside her, shirt still on. “Tell me what you want, beautiful. Lay back and let me taste you.”
“No,” she cries, grasping at her cramping stomach. “Hurts. Need you, now. Bite. Knot.”
She reaches forward and rips his shirt, buttons flying everywhere. “Please. Want—”
“I know what you need,” he says, sinking between her thighs. He surprises me, ripping her panties until the crotch gives way, only the waistband remains.
“Lie back, baby. I’m going to make you feel good.”
She tumbles backward and he goes forward, sinking into her in one motion. She reaches up taking his glasses and tossing them clear of the nest.
“I wanted to see you, beautiful,” he says with a chuckle, never stopping the intense rhythm of his hips. “Fuck, you are so slick, and you smell so—”
“Bite,” she urges, showing him her neck. “Now. Please.”
She pulls his head to her neck, angling her head so that a long stretch of skin is exposed.
His eyes find mine.
I nod. “She wants it. It will make her omega happy.”
That’s all the permission he needs. He licks along the column of her throat. Takes his time finding the spot. Then he bites.
The moment he breaks skin, I feel it. Her pleasure spikes, and I go rock hard. Fuck. Is this what it will be like every time she’s with a packmate now? Will it always feel like this?
“Love. You,” she stutters as Graham lodges his knot deep inside her.
“Now me, beautiful. Sink those teeth in and claim me.”
His movements are limited now, but Lark continues to buck against him. I can feel the moment she tips into ecstasy. She rides her orgasm for a fraction of a second before sinking her teeth into his shoulder.
