Page 63 of The Omega

Dorian’s fingers twitched on my leg, but when I looked at his face, his jaw was set. “Where my mate goes, I go.”

I felt my heart swell at their words, glancing back down to their hands resting on my thighs. It didn’t seem like either of them knew the other was touching me, but a current of warmth filled my whole body that had nothing to do with the heat.

They wanted me.

They were trying to be good mates.

“But she’s not your mate. Not yet,” Ken grasped for straws. “You still have to go through mating season, don’t you? Before it can be official. Or are Omegas exempt from that?”

The rising panic in his voice made me feel sorry for him. If it weren’t for the strength of Dorian and Atlas beside me, I might’ve caved.

“Mr. Damar,” Penelope said his name like a kindergarten teacher would to a wayward pup. “We don’t owe you an explanation of how Omegas behave. And I’d watch how far you push this. The show is already on thin ice, due in large part to the Omega Administration and the prosecution we leveled for mistreating one of our own last season.”

I tensed as Atlas and Dorian looked at me.

I’d taken the hush money despite the calls and emails asking if I wanted representation in court, but I didn’t know they’d pursued it any further.

There’s too much talking, my wolf whined.

Dorian and Atlas tightened their grips on my thighs.

A little higher, she urged.

My cheeks burned as I stared straight ahead.

“I wasn’t here last season.” Ken defended himself. “But, like you all, I’m glad justice was served.”

“Justice wasn’t served.” Penelope spoke with such strong emotion that her mates crowded closer to her sides, tense as they moved to protect her from a perceived threat. “And Opal paid the price. We won’t allow something like that to happen again.”

Pride and shame warred within me, but when Dorian leaned closer to my ear to ask, “Omega Administration?” pride won.

“Basically the brains behind every political alliance in the world,” I whispered back, closing my eyes as I inhaled his spicy scent.

Atlas growled. He scooted his chair over another inch and pressed his body as close to me as it could go.

I touched his hand, moving it a little higher on my thigh, and heard his sharp intake of air.

“Hang on, princess,” Atlas spoke so softly it sounded like it was in my head. Which couldn’t be right because we hadn’t sealed the bond yet.

But I was his princess.

And he smelled so good too.

Both their masculine scents surrounded me.

You should take off all your clothes and bathe in it, my wolf urged, growing bolder by the second.

“She keeps looking at me like that, I’m not going to be able to hang on much longer,” Dorian whispered, moving his hand higher too.

Lightening shot through me as my pulse thrummed faster.

“As our medical team has advised, it’ll be too dangerous for her to wait any longer for the inevitable to happen. Opal needs to leave now, and be serviced by her mates,” Penelope’s fervor made my wolf give a little yip.

That’s what I’m talking about.

We’ll make her a thank-you basket later.

Penelope gave me a soft smile as if she knew exactly what I was thinking. I might’ve been ashamed if the pulsing hadn’t intensified in my core.