Page 23 of Omega Scorned

Oren's green eyes rolled up to look at Jude with the adoration only an omega could show.

"Gag," Jude ordered. When Oren complied, he groaned and came, pulling out halfway through to send the last few spurts onto Oren's chest.

Now that we were both finished, Grayson pressed Oren down on his hands and knees so he could grab the omega's narrow hips and start really pounding into him.

Our omega loved it. He whimpered and thrust back at Grayson, whining for more. His fat cock drooled in spurts with every bump against his prostate, leaving a puddle under him. It was so hot, my cock started to rise again.

When Grayson finally pushed his knot into Oren's puffy hole, the omega sighed and lowered his head to his crossed arms on the floor. I could see Grayson's balls throbbing and Oren pulsing around the huge knot wedged in his ass.

"Now, imagine all this awesomeness with her here, too." Oren lifted his head, eyes shining. "We need that omega."

Where Is She?

Grayson

It had been three weeks since the barbeque. Three weeks without any sign of our scentmatch. Her scents had faded from Oren's nest and he'd reluctantly washed the bedding in there.

We all longed for a glimpse of her, but all we saw were the damn alphas leaving for work every day, the beta leaving occasionally and sometimes all three would go out with their other omega, Candace. There was no sign that Emilia even existed. That is, until one day, I was getting home from an early morning shoot and saw the delivery truck pull up to the house next door.

Curious, I paused on the sidewalk, watching the door as the delivery guy lifted his hand to knock. Before he could even touch the door, it flew open and I saw Emilia glance around furtively, say something to the delivery guy and then quickly pull the big boxes into the house. The door was shut before I could even think to call out to her.

The next day, I went over and rang the bell and Candace answered. She was in a cute babydoll outfit that showed far too much skin for my liking.

"Oh, hi! Grayson, right?" She beamed at me, cocking a hip. "From next door."

"That's me," I said, trying to keep calm. "I was just coming to see if Emilia is around."

"Oh, she's been sick," Candace said. "Poor thing can't even get out of bed."

"What's wrong? Is there anything we can do?" I asked, suddenly worried. I'd seen her yesterday and she'd seemed fine.

"Some autoimmune thing. I don't really understand it, but basically just rest and relaxation is key." She tossed her hair. "What did you want with her anyway?"

"We had some fun with board games the other day. I thought she might want to join our tournament this afternoon."

"Board games? Aren't those a little old-fashioned?"

"We enjoy them." I gave her another tight smile. "Can you let her know we hope she feels better, please? And give her this. She can text when she's feeling better." I held out my business card.

"Of course. I'm sure she'll be thrilled to have this." Candace gave me a big grin and closed the door. I could see through the wobbly glass as she tossed my card in the garbage. Bitch.

Trudging back to our place, I stomped inside. Oren immediately picked up on my mood. "What the hell got into your pants?"

"I just went to see if I could talk to Emilia and Candace gave me some song and dance about how she's too sick to move. But I saw her open the door and pick up large packages yesterday."

"Maybe you should have helped with the packages."

"That's not the point. She was fine 24 hours ago. And now suddenly she's an invalid? I don't buy it."

"We can't just barge in there and demand to see her," Oren pointed out. "You're the one who wanted more proof."

"That was Santi and I know we can't. I just don't like her being cooped up 24/7."

"Me, either. Is there a legal way to get her out?"

"We should wait and talk to Santi, he's the one with the connections," I said. As much as I wanted to barge into the house and scoop our omega up, it just wasn't safe. Not yet. We could be in a shit ton of trouble if we didn't abide by the freaking rules.

"We'll keep an eye out for her," Oren told me. "Maybe she'll be in the back and we can accidentally let Gertie get through the fence again?"