Page 103 of The Omega

On the screen, the movie couple was kissing in the garden during their reunion. In my real-life fantasy, another car passed by the road and sent a ribbon of light through the blinds over the three of us in the same bed.

My heart beat frantically in my chest as I waited to see what they would do.

Atlas smirked as he dragged me closer to him. “And tell us, mate, how do you want to be punished?”

Dorian helped me sit up. “She needs—”

“I need,” I interrupted, speaking up for myself.

Their awed silence made me hesitate.

It wasn’t often I was heard. No, that wasn’t right. Both of them had been listening and anticipating my needs since they first met me. No one said they were perfect. But they were mine.

“I need both my mates,” I said sternly, fighting against my instinct to shy away and let them take control. “I need a reminder that I’m yours and to be taught why I shouldn’t leave.”

In the quiet that followed, I almost took it back, but then Dorian groaned as he kissed my shoulder and Atlas buried himself between my legs again.

Shaking and on edge, Dorian coaxed me through the first orgasm that came too hard and too fast.

I panted as my thighs shook. Then tried to lie back on the bed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Atlas rose and kissed my lips, letting me taste my own sweetness there, before he propped himself against the headboard and fisted his length. “We’re just getting started. Climb up here and show me how you ride your mate’s cock.”

My wolf howled as I hurried to obey.

The burn was so damn good as my body adjusted to Atlas’s size. I shifted my hips, taking as much as I could inch by painful inch, until he stretched me impossibly wide.

It was easier to fit when I was in heat, but I loved this sensation too. How full he could make me.

I worked my hips up and down, hands planted on Atlas’s broad chest, as my body gave way to my mate’s girth. Tightness coiled low in me again. The ache resumed its build.

I was caught up in its demanding call, barely registering that Dorian grabbed something from his bag. The audible click of the cap on a lube bottle sounded behind me.

I froze.

“Don’t stop moving now.” Dorian pressed a kiss to my shoulder as the warm sensation of lube and his finger circled my second hole. “Let’s see how much you can take.”

Panting, I nodded, and kept moving up and down on Atlas’s cock. My claws dug into Atlas’s chest as Dorian eased a finger past my tight ring.

I moaned with it, relaxing, and not daring to stop as I fucked myself against the two of them.

With more lube, Dorian worked a second finger in. My body started to shake and I bit down on my lip so I wouldn’t scream and wake the whole hotel.

“That’s it,” Dorian coaxed. “You’re doing so well.”

“She’s perfect,” Atlas praised, grabbing my hips when I started to struggle to hold myself up and moving me in slow, languid strokes along his length.

The ache spread throughout me. A steady pulse building deep inside. I gasped, closing my eyes against the sensations, and then—

It stopped.

Atlas held me still as Dorian removed his fingers.

I cried at the loss of him.

“What’s wrong?” Dorian laughed as he pulled me back to kiss my forehead. “You didn’t think you’d get off that easily.”

There is nothing funny about this.