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“Your perfect cunt is knotted, Omega. Your wish is fulfilled. Now, scream for me!” I roar at her, and then I continue fucking her.
And she screams.
I keep moving until I can’t hold myself up anymore. Until my arms and legs are weak, and she’s lying under me with a dreamy smile on her lips.
I collapse on her and roll us to the side.
“Fuck,” Crow whispers.
I look over and find Saint lying with his head in Crow’s lap, licking and sucking Crow’s thick length, but Crow’s hungry, fiery eyes are on me.
I cuddle the omega closer to me and close my eyes.
What the fuck was that?
I never lose control. Not like that. Not ever.
I could have hurt her.
Bethany snuggles into my chest and kisses me in her sleep.
Where just a short while before, I needed to make her mine, body and soul, now there is just a deep desire to protect her and keep her safe. I tighten my arms and watch as Saint pleasures Crow.
Everything in me feels calm like the mirror surface of a lake. This is the most profound moment of my life, and I lock it so now one else knows just how changed I am.
Saint’s been resisting her.I’m not sure why, but he’s holding back. Crow and I have knotted her multiple times now, but despite her pleas, Saint is refusing. His expression gets tight and closed off every time.
But I’m exhausted, and so is Crow.
“Saint, you have to.”
He swallows hard and shakes his head.
“Why?” I snarl.
He looks at me, and I feel a wave of fear come from the bond. I frown, rubbing at my chest. What does that mean?
I open my mouth to ask more when he stands up and nods. His expression is determined.
“Fine, you win. I’ll do it.”
He stomps towards her. She is lying on the nest, her eyes closed, her fingers buried in her cunt, whining incessantly. Piteously. Like she’s in agony.
For a long moment, he stands there with his hands clenching and unclenching. He wants her. It’s clear as day. His thick erection is harder than I’ve ever seen.
I frown, watching his behaviour. Trying to determine what the problem is. But I’m not quite seeing the whole picture.
He crouches suddenly and reaches out, but hesitates.
I glance at Crow, who is also watching, but there’s no answer on his face.
Saint heaves a sigh, and then rubs his hand over his face before he reaches out again. His hand trembles, but then he touches her. Just the slightest touch. She stops whining, but he seems mesmerised by his hand and the way his fingers spread across the curve of her thigh.
All at once, they turn to each other, and it’s something I’ve never seen. Saint is so gentle with her. He treats her like she’s porcelain, talking softly to her. She cries into his shoulder while he plays with her breasts. He brings her to climax multiple times, and only when he’s satisfied does he pull her onto his lap. She wraps herself around him. He guides himself in and then, it’s not fucking, it’s not even sex. They are worshipping each other. It’s a mutual pleasuring. His hands slide over her skin while she combs her fingers through his hair.
They spend hours locked in this position, exploring each other.
I back away, needing space, finally understanding why Saint was trying so hard to keep his distance.
