Page 64 of The Omega

The shapes of Dorian’s and Atlas’s hands were the most fascinating things I’d ever seen. I stared at them, willing them to touch me more.

“Give us a few days,” Ken begged.

“She’s given you enough.” Atlas growled.

My hero.

Dorian traced his thumb along the inside seam of my pants. “We leave tonight.”

My mates.

“Forty-eight hours.” Ken pushed the leather rolling chair to the side, ready to fall to his knees. “I need time to have them rewrite the script and come up with a big reveal for the viewers. Some kind of shock and awe before you disappear.”

Atlas’s fingers dug into my thigh as Dorian’s thumb traced higher.

My wolf panted as my fangs extended.

Mine.

Dorian’s silent laughter seemed to rumble through me as his desire flared, chasing my own. His lips brushed the shell of my ear as he breathed, “Do it.”

A heartbeat passed. My vision turned into a kaleidoscope, colors blurring and swirling while the heat in me burned hotter, and my wolf took control.

He bared his neck as I sank my teeth into his skin. Hot blood filled my mouth as Dorian swallowed, lacing his fingers through mine.

For a brief moment, everything flashed into a blinding brightness. A sense of wholeness filled my heart, warming me from the inside out.

Atlas went silent, barely breathing. His hurt was a dagger in my back. I pulled my teeth from Dorian’s flesh and pressed a bloodied kiss to his lips before turning to face Atlas.

A nervous hitch constricted my chest.

I hadn’t planned this. If he didn’t want me…

“I’m already yours, princess.” Atlas pulled the collar of his t-shirt down as his hand went to the back of my head, urging me forward.

My fingers were still intertwined with Dorian’s fingers as I bit into Atlas’s skin, tearing flesh.

The cosmos realigned, stars forming and exploding, as my wolf sought full control. The comedown from the bond trying to snap into place was so intense that tears filled my eyes and I cried out, feeling the hollow emptiness in my core expand and stretch until I was nothing but an aching pile of need.

It wasn’t complete.

But it was a start.

Atlas and Dorian panted, gripping my hands tight within theirs and grounding me for a moment as I forced myself to breathe.

“Um… What just happened?” Ken squeaked.

“I bit them,” I growled with blood drying on my chin. “They’re mine now.”

“I’ve never seen an Omega do that,” one of Penelope’s mates chuckled.

Penelope just smiled. “That’s one way to make an exit.”

I forced myself to stand on shaky legs, clinging to Dorian and Atlas for support. My wolf licked her paws, getting ready for the next round.

“If you’ll excuse us…” My tone was no longer polite. “We’re leaving.”

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