Mine.
She’s been mine since the moment I saw her photo. That lost, alone girl in the picture, looking off toward a future she couldn’t see. She didn’t know that we were coming for her, ready to fight to make her happy again.
We’ll always come for her, no matter where she is.
Our Omega.
I spin Brooklyn in my arms so Camden can touch her. He presses a sweet kiss to her lips before he undoes the button and zipper of her jeans. He pushes them down over her thighs along with her panties, too impatient to take them off completely. He just presses his long fingers into her channel.
Cam moans, and I know it’s because she’s soaking wet for him. I can see her slickness sliding into the juncture between his fingers and it’s all I can do to stop myself from kneeling to lick it off. My cock swells against my jeans.
She pulls her shirt over her head, and my mouth waters when I see that she hasn’t been wearing a bra. Her dark pink nipples are already peaked with arousal, and I can’t resist running my fingers over them. She mewls and arches her back, pressing into my touch.
“You too,” she says, turning to look at us all. “I want to see you.”
No three males have ever stripped faster than us at hearing her request. We’ve pulled our shirts off already by the time she steps out of the puddle of jeans around her ankles.
Once we’re naked, she runs her eyes over each of our forms, appraising us. I moan as she licks her lips with anticipation. Her naked desire for us is such a turn-on. My cock is so painfully hard, I have to stroke it to keep from losing my goddamn mind.
Brooklyn’s blue and brown eyes clock the movement, and she crooks a finger at me.
“Memphis, please,” she says. “I need your knot.”
She knew that of all of us, I was the most impatient to bond with her. I’ve never had self-restraint when it comes to this Omega, and I don’t intend to start now.
I press my fingers into her hair and pull her to me for a bruising kiss. She moans against my mouth, arching her back and writhing against me. Cam shifts so he’s behind her, reaching between us to keep playing with her clit. Getting her ready for me, while letting me grind my hips against his hands. It feels so right that he’s part of this moment.
The music surrounds us, heightening the moment. A new song starts, one that’s slow, rhythmic and sexy. I take Brooklyn in my arms and lower her to the floor, nestled in the soft pile of blankets she’s gathered.
I worship her body with my lips and tongue, starting by kissing her neck. Soon, she’ll bear my mark here. Our bond will be written on her body.
Moving down her body, I nuzzle against her breasts, lick a line down the center of her stomach, and nip lightly at her hip bones.
“Flawless,” I mutter. “There’s nobody more beautiful in the whole fucking world.”
Goosebumps rise on her skin, and I can smell the slick seeping from her at my touch. I follow it right to the source.
My fingers press against the flesh of her thighs as I spread her open to me. Her swollen folds are pink and glistening.
I’m done waiting.
She keens as my tongue swipes through her. I don’t give her a second to adjust to the sensation, because she tastes too goddamn good. Over and over, I run the flat of my tongue from her opening up to swirl around her clit. I drink down her slick, pressing my face against her. I want to be fucking covered in her.
Brooklyn’s fingers plunge into my hair, looking for purchase. My curls come loose from the leather holding them. Good. I want her to make my hair a mess. Tug so hard it hurts my scalp. Tousle it until it’s messy and tangled. Make me look like I’ve just fucked the life out of her.
Because that’s exactly what I’m gonna fucking do.
Her breathing turns rapid, her thighs trembling while I lap at her. I know how close she is, and I can’t resist lifting my head.
“Come on my mouth, Brooklyn. Now.”
I lower back, closing my lips around her clit. I watch her eyes squeeze shut as she follows my orders.
She comes, and her already beautiful face becomes transcendent. She practically glows with happiness, cheeks growing pink and full lips forming a perfect O.
Fuck, I’m one lucky Alpha.
“So fucking gorgeous,” I say, moving up to kiss her.