Page 105 of The Omega

I opened my eyes to see Atlas staring at me with a look of reverence on his face. “You’re mine.”

“And mine.” Dorian extended a claw and circled it around my clit. “Now show us how pretty you are when you come.”

My orgasm was a bone-deep tidal wave, with my walls pulsing in tune with my heart and every nerve ending sparking at the same time.

“Dori-Las…” I slurred their names, combining them into one primal cry of lust as I grabbed them closer, trying to fuse them to my soul.

Atlas sank his teeth down into my neck and his knot swelled, stretching me wider than I could go and locking me in place. Dorian roared behind me as his teeth latched onto my shoulder just above the collarbone.

I screamed as my orgasm continued to ripple through me. Light called to darkness. Pain and pleasure became one. Spots danced on my vision. My soul tore itself into two just to slam back together. Bigger this time. Stronger. More.

With a roar, Atlas ripped his bloodied mouth away, taking my flesh and heart with him as his wolf flashed in his eyes. “Mine.”

“Ours,” Dorian panted, pulling himself out as his hot seed coated my back and he wrapped his arms around my waist. “Forever. Ours.”

“Ours,” Atlas echoed as I floated back down from heaven, boneless and safe, tucked between the two of my mates as our bond snapped into place.

A deep rumbling sound came from both of their chests. Alpha purrs meant to soothe me, just like I was designed to soothe everyone else I touched.

Finally. My wolf let her tired eyes droop shut. It sure took them long enough.

37

Atlas

“A wedding?” I asked as we sat in the roadside diner, pushing the extra plate of bacon I’d ordered over to Opal, since she’d only got French toast with whipped cream.

She needs to eat more meat if she’s going to carry our pups one day.

Slow down. Let’s get through the wedding thing first.

“Like a human wedding?” Dorian’s arm was slung over the back of the booth seat with Opal tucked in beside him.

It hit me that I should’ve been jealous he got to touch her, but I wasn’t. Not when I got to watch her eat, and her feet were in my lap under the table.

“Uh-huh.” Opal nodded as she bit into a piece of bacon. She was beautiful this morning with an extra glow about her skin and her hair done up in a messy bun to show off the new mate marks on her neck. “Unless you guys don’t want to marry me.”

Before I could respond, the waiter came up.

“Did you two need anything?” The sweet old woman asked Dorian and Opal.

“The three of us are done.” I handed her my card before anyone could interject, ignoring Dorian’s slight look of shame.

The waitress gave us a curious once-over and then went to ring up the bill.

“Of course we want to marry you,” I said, not caring if anyone else heard. “We just didn’t know you’d want that.”

Dorian nodded, sipping his black coffee. “But we can make it happen.”

“It’s not that I want to get human-married,” Opal explained. “But it was the best plan I could think of on such short notice.”

“Plan for…” I prompted.

“For Bailey Pack,” she mumbled.

Dorian set his mug down. “What?”

“Now, don’t get mad, but I know you didn’t get paid when you left the show because of me and my heat.” She rested her hand on his chest and batted those long eyelashes at him. “I came up with a plan to make it all better.”