Page 145 of The Boss Omega
Graham roars his release as Lark screams, “Alpha!”
And then… he’s there. In my chest. I can feel every bit of love she has for him and every ounce he has for her. It almost hurts. Almost.
I stay very still for a moment. Just feeling it. Then I unbuckle my pants, pushing them down my legs. My cock is aching with need.
Seeing that.Feelingthat. I can’t hold back my own desire for pleasure, but I also can’t take my turn. As soon as Graham pulls back from Lark it will be Saint’s turn. I need to wait.
It won't be long. An omega in heat demands more. Her biology won't allow anything else. Graham's knot releases faster than it would otherwise. He stumbles to the edge of the nest, eyes unfocused.
“That was—” he attempts to say. He pats Saint on the back, giving him a thumbs up.
I would laugh if I weren’t so hard. “Little bird,” I say, “are you ready for Saint?”
She bites her bottom lip and nods eagerly. “Yes, alpha. Need—bite.”
Saint crawls over her body. “Tell me how you want this, omega.”
She turns over and presents herself without him demanding it. “Alpha, please.”
His hands tighten. Then he lines himself up at her entrance, pushing in slowly.
She moans. “More. Knot.”
Saint’s hips start to move, slow and steady at first, then faster. “Fuck,” he hisses. “She’s so tight. I’m not going to last.”
“Don’t last,” I say. “Give her what she needs.”
He reaches his hand forward, finding her clit, as he continues the brutal pace.
“Bite,” she cries. “Please, now.”
I can feel her need through the bond. Her omega is desperate for it.
“Bond her now, Saint.” Not a bark, but still a command. “She needs you.”
He leans forward, finding her shoulder and biting down. She shudders, then screams her release. His knot slips in, locking them together as she bucks against him, his mouth never leaving her shoulder, tongue soothing her broken skin.
When they finally lie down, she closes her eyes. He holds her tight, kissing her neck, shoulder, and face. Every inch he can reach.
“I love you, Lark. I’ll never let you doubt it.”
“I can feel it,” she whispers. Then she lifts his arm from around her waist and latches her teeth onto his forearm. She bites down. Saint grimaces, then a look of pure joy overtakes his face. And I can feel him, deep inside. I know all the love he has for her and all the shame he feels for making her wait for him.
And then it's complete.
Her. Graham. Saint. All of them in my chest simultaneously.
A single tear forms in Saint’s eye. He feels it, too.
I look at Graham. “I can feel him,” he says with reverence. “And you.”
I swallow. This is what it’s supposed to be. We love one another. We love our omega. She loves us.
Lark’s eyes drift shut.
“Sleep, little bird,” I whisper. “We’ll be here when you wake up.”
When Lark wakes, she’s needy and desperate, hands already reaching.
