Page 146 of Run Wild Omega

Both knots expand at once.

The double seal locks me into place. My front and rear entrances are completely plugged, sealed tight by two massive knots swelling inside my body simultaneously. The overwhelming pressure short-circuits my brain.

A continuous, high-pitched cry breaks from my throat as a massive orgasm rips through my entire body, clamping down on both of their cocks. The friction triggers their release. Hot, endless waves of come pumping deep into my front and rear at the exact same time, filling me to overflowing. I can feel it pooling inside me, hot and thick, the pressure building with every pulse of their knots.

Dylan’s cock swells in my hand. He groans against my neck, his hips jerking, and he comes across my stomach and thighs in thick white ropes that mix with the slick already coating my skin. His release triggers another cascade through the bond, and I scream as a second orgasm tears through me on the heels of the first.

Miles lowers his head, and his mouth finds the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. He bites down hard, puncturing the skin.

The bond snaps into place.

A brilliant, blinding web of energy flares through my mind. I feel Miles enter my consciousness, joining the hum of Dylan’s connection, weaving together into a dense, inescapable network. His wonder, his joy, his disbelief, all of it floods my brain in a torrent that makes me scream against Dylan’s chest.

Before I can process the surge, Wyatt rises up behind me. His eyes are pitch black, completely consumed by the Alpha imperative. He tilts my head, exposing the mating gland at the junction of my neck and shoulder. The one Dylan didn’t claim.

“Mine,” Wyatt whispers, his tone shaking with years of suppressed need. “Always mine.”

His canines sink deep into the gland.

The explosion in my nervous system is total.

Wyatt slams into the web, merging with Miles’s quiet devotion and Dylan’s fierce possession. The bond locks. Three men. One Omega. A permanent, unbreakable braid.

My body convulses in endless, rolling waves, my walls clenching around Miles and Wyatt as their knots begin to recede. Blood and slick smear across my neck and thighs, covering me, marking me as claimed and bonded and utterly theirs.

Wyatt pulls his bloody teeth free, licking the puncture marks on my neck. His entire frame trembles as he collapses against my back, his chest heaving.

“I love you,” Wyatt chokes out against my wet skin, all his walls shattered. “I’ve loved you since we were kids. You’re mine now. You’re ours.”

I trail my shaking, tear-soaked fingers through his hair, sobbing quietly as the intense surge settles into a deep, permanent warmth in my chest. Three bonds. Three men woven into my soul.

“I know,” I whisper, feeling all of their heartbeats pounding in perfect sync with my own. “I can feel you. All of you. I can feel all of you.”

The room is dark, the blinds sealed, the snow falling silent outside. The air is thick with sex and sweat and the mingled scents of three men and one Omega.

I don’t know what position I’m in. I’ve lost count. Dylan is behind me, his arm across my waist, his breath warm on my neck. Miles is in front of me, his forehead against mine, his hand tracing idle patterns on my hip. Wyatt is beside Miles, his hand reaching across to rest on my ankle, maintaining contact even in sleep.

I’m awake. The heat has receded to a low, persistent throb, and my body is wrung out, exhausted, pleasantly sore in ways I’ll feel for days.

But my mind is clear. Clearer than it’s been in weeks.

I’m halfway in love with all three of them.

Loving one person is a river. Loving three is an ocean, and I’m standing at the shoreline, watching the tide come in, knowing it’s going to swallow me whole.

I close my eyes. I breathe them in. Pine and smoke. Sagebrush and rain. Woodsmoke and warm amber. My pack.

My pack.

The words settle into me like an anchor dropping.

I press my face into Miles’s chest and let the tide take me.

Gray light seeping through the blinds. The snow has stopped. The world outside is white and still.

I wake up with Miles inside me.

He’s hard, his cock pressing into me from behind, and his hips are moving in a lazy, rolling rhythm that tells me he’s been awake for a while. His hand is between my thighs, his fingers on my clit, and the sensation is warm and constant and perfect.