Page 23 of The Boss Omega
“You’re so wet, aren’t you, little one?” He sinks a finger into her soaked center causing her body to buck.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “So tight, too.”
My fingers ache to touch her, but I keep them steady on her hips. “Do you like that, beautiful? Do you like your alpha’s finger in your pussy?” She turns her face and pulls me in for a kiss. Her fingers are knotted in my hair. Possessive.
My muddled brain clears just enough to hear Silas moan. “Our little omega likes to be kissed, Graham. She’s soaking now.”
“More,” she cries against my mouth. She rocks her hips in rhythm with Silas’s fingers as she deepens our kiss.
I lose myself in the feel of her swollen lips against mine. Our tongues tangle together until she pulls away. Her hips jerk in an erratic rhythm, forcing her soft ass to grind against me. I’m going to come in my pants like a teenager if she keeps this up. I focus on reciting the periodic table. I get to calcium before she grinds again and I lose my place entirely.
“Alpha,” she squeals.
“Keep singing like that, little bird. It’s my favorite song.” Silas hums from his position between her legs.
With my left hand I pin her hips down and grind my hard cock against her bottom. My right cups her breast. My thumb finds her pert nipple, hard even under the layers of her clothing, and rubs a tight circle around the nub.
She reaches back with her right hand, clutching the back of my neck and pulling me forward so that my mouth is against her exposed shoulder. I bite. Not hard enough to break skin. She shudders, then arches her back and leans her head further to the left, exposing her skin to me further. I lick the spot before nipping again.
She groans. Her left hand reaches below and tugs Silas’ dark, thick hair.
“Your mouth.” A command.
He and I growl in unison. Our mate smells syrupy and feels temptingly soft, but she has a dominance that I find intoxicating. She’s fire and spice, giving orders like she was born to it. My alpha doesn't bristle. He preens.
“Yes, little bird,” he rumbles. He moves his arms so that her thighs rest on top of his shoulders. Then he ducks his head and licks up her slit until he reaches her clit.
“Tell me how our girl tastes,” I rasp.
“So fucking sweet,” he groans before going in for more.
She rides the space between his face and my cock, setting a rhythm that has me driving against her. Her body pitches into Silas’ face and soon we are all moaning.
She’s close. I can feel it in the way she moves. The hitch of her breath.
“That’s it, beautiful. Come for your alphas.”
She releases my neck and grips Silas’ hair with both hands. She grinds hard into his mouth and, god help me, I buck into her ass, pushing her further into Silas’ waiting tongue. She shatters in my arms, and I break with her.
She relaxes into my chest, and I tighten my arms, holding her close. Silas lays between her legs. He kisses the inside of her thigh then dips his cheek and nuzzles her soft skin. Marking her with his whiskey and honey scent. Lucky bastard, pressed where I want to be.
I mirror his movements, spreading my chocolate and hazelnut scent over every inch I can touch at this odd angle.
When our breathing slows, Silas looks up from between her legs. “What’s your name, little bird?”
Her body goes rigid before she pulls away. Her scent turns acrid. Still unlike anything I’ve ever smelled before but singed with anxiety.
Her lips part, then close. She takes a deep breath. “I—I need the bathroom.”
The three of us struggle to untangle our bodies.
“Of course,” I say, lurching out of the nest first and lending her a hand to stand. “We won’t go anywhere. Take your time.”
She blinks up at me, pupils large in the low light of the room. She hurries out of my reach, taking a wide path around the foot of the nest where Silas watches her. Something on the floor catches her attention. She bends and snatches up a strip of cloth, her discarded panties, and rushes toward a door opposite the one we entered.
I think I love her already.
Silas lifts himself from the nest just as she slips through to the next room and shuts the door. He reaches down and readjusts himself.
