Page 139 of Run Wild Omega

She is pinned, used, and claimed—fucked by my thrusts, worked by Miles’s fingers, kissed and held fast by Wyatt.

“Dylan,” she gasps when Wyatt breaks the kiss to bite down gently on her jawline. Her heels dig into my lower back, pulling me deeper. “Do it. Fill me.”

I hook her leg over my hip, angling her pelvis upward. Miles keeps working her clit, slick sliding under his thumb as I slam into her deeper than before. The angle hits her right where she needs it, and a high scream tears from her throat.

A deep pressure builds at the base of my shaft, a thick swelling that holds me in place.

My knot is forming. Locking me inside her. My biology has decided that this Omega is mine, and it’s not asking for my opinion.

“Tess,” I choke out. “I’m going to knot you.”

“Yes,” she whispers. “Yes. Do it. I want it. I want all of you.”

I drive into her one final time, burying myself to the hilt, and the knot swells. It locks past her entrance, sealing us together, and the pressure against her walls sends her over the edge.

She comes with a scream that I swallow with my mouth. Her walls clamp down on me, rippling, squeezing, and the knot makes it impossible to pull out. The pleasure is indescribable. It’s not an orgasm. It’s an event. A full-body seizure that starts in my cock and radiates outward until every nerve ending I possess is firing at once.

And then my teeth find her shoulder.

I don’t decide to do it. My body decides for me. My canines extend, punch through the skin at the junction of her neck and shoulder, and I bite down. Hard. The taste of copper touches my tongue, and Tess arches, another wave of pleasure rippling through her as the hormones flood her system.

A physical sensation snaps into place, a direct line opening between my mind and hers.

Her heartbeat, her erratic breathing, and the sudden quiet in her thoughts echo into my chest. I can feel her emotional landscape: the exhaustion, the surrender, and the intense affection she carries for all three of us.

I release my hold on her shoulder, leaning down to lick the bead of crimson from her collarbone before looking at the mark. Two clean punctures mar her skin.

A permanent bond.

I’ve claimed her.

The realization hits me like a freight train. Horror and joy collide in my chest, each one fighting for dominance. I’ve claimed her for real. Not a scent mark. Not a performance. A bond. A permanent, biological, irreversible bond that ties her to me and me to her for the rest of our lives.

I didn’t ask. She didn’t offer. My body just… did it.

“Tess,” I whisper, my voice wrecked. “Tess, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I couldn’t stop…”

She reaches up. Her hand finds my face, her thumb tracing my jaw. Her eyes are wet, but they’re clear. Clearer than they’ve been since the heat started.

“I felt it,” she whispers. “The bond. I felt it snap.”

“I’m sorry. I should have asked. I should have…”

“Don’t,” she says. “Don’t apologize. I wanted it. I wanted you. I felt what you felt. The joy.” Her voice cracks. “I felt the joy, Dylan.”

A tear rolls down my temple. I’m still locked inside her, the knot holding us together, and I can feel her body pulsing around me as the aftershocks tear through her.

Miles is beside us, his hand on her stomach, his fingers still working her clit in gentle, decelerating circles. His eyes are on the bite mark, and his expression is unreadable. Not jealous. Not angry. Something heavier.

Wyatt is on her other side, his hand stroking her hair. He looks at the mark, then at me, and something passes between us. An acknowledgment. A shift in the pack dynamic that can’t be undone.

“You claimed her,” Wyatt says.

“I didn’t plan to.”

“I know.” He pauses. “Does she feel different to you now?”

I nod. “I can feel her. In my head. Her heartbeat. Her emotions.”