Page 45 of The Reluctant Omega

My eyes drift close, my muscles relaxed as I hear them both finish.

Lux kisses my neck, her knot swollen and feeling tender inside me. “It’s bed-talk only, my love. The chances of impregnating you outside your heat are very low.”

Hmm. I might have a breeding kink, I think tiredly.

Zee slides out of Ati, to his whimper, and drops to the floor. He unhooks each foot, rubbing them gently as he releases me. I wrap my legs around Atiox, making the knots inside me shift.

“Oohh,” I mutter, eyes wide.

Ziam chuckles even as Lux slides her hands under my ass cheeks to help support me. He stands and starts to release my hands as he says, “I think our needy little omega needs to cum again.”

I nod, making a pouty face.

Laughter surrounds me as I wrap my arms around my aleron’s neck, kissing him deeply before turning to find my other alphas’ lips.

I have a moment before Ati starts grinding my clit against his pubic bone in which to think clearly.

Maybe I didn’t choose this life. But I was chosen, and perhaps that means more.

Epilogue

Atiox

Aturn later

My sweet omega clicks a few things on the processing center before turning happily to me and Lux.

“Should be set,” she chirps.

I shake my head, in awe of her, as I often am.

“Are you sure?” Lux asks. “We could always run the numbers by hand—”

“No need,” Tavi says, raising an eyebrow. “This script will fine comb the records. And if that’s not good enough for those idiots in Figate, I’ll go there myself to sort it out.” She shrugs as she stands. “Now, if we don’t get moving, we’ll be late, and that is no way for me to make an impression.”

She kisses us both and slips away, in search of Ziam, to kiss him as well, no doubt.

I hear him a moment later, asking her if she has her inhaler in her pocket, and her slightly exasperated response.

I look at Lux and shrug. She grins and runs a hand through her short hair.

WE’RE SITTING AROUNDthe large dining table in the home of Pack Gathea. Their dining hall is narrow and a fire merrily burns at the end in the hearth that takes up that entire wall.

“Here,” Tristan, Traex’s omega, says in a harried voice, as he hands me one of his kits. I drop my fork to use both hands to hold the nearly-sleeping little thing to my chest. Tristan sits next to Octavia and pours them both a glass of obis wine.

“So, when are they knocking you up?” he asks baldly.

Tavi coughs on her drink. “Oh, um—”

Elizabeth, the dark-haired omega whose home we’re in, chuckles. “My alphas have been trying, but Zatura has not blessed us yet.”

Her ufura, an easy-going alpha named Wells with a boyish face, nudges her. “It’s totally fine if I get to co-opt all your time for the rest of our lives, Libby.”

His hand moves under the table, and she swats his arm as she grins.

Tavi looks between us and her eyes fall on the tiny kit in my arms, snoring softly while its tiny horns tremble.

“We’ll see,” Tavi says as her face softens while a tiny smile plays at her gorgeous lips.

The End