Page 67 of The Omega

I’d had enough of his rules to last a lifetime.

In here, there was only one person I’d answer to.

“Tell me, pretty Omega. What do you need?”

“You,” she breathed out the word as she leaned forward, brushing her breasts against my chest and licking her lips in anticipation as the scent of warming sugar filled the air.

As much as I wanted to give in and taste those lips again, I did, in fact, need some rules. “Safeword?”

Her eyes slid past me to Atlas and I tried not to be jealous of that smile. “Lollipop.”

“And who is in charge this heat?” I asked, drawing her attention back to me.

“I… Um…” She lowered her eyes.

That’s what I thought. I touched her chin and raised her face back up. “I need you to say it, love.”

“You,” she said again. “Both of you. I trust you.”

Don’t you dare screw this up.

“You’re still in charge.” I captured her hand and raised it to my lips, kissing it like I would royalty as I promised her, “But we’ll take care of you.”

Opal nodded eagerly like she very much enjoyed that idea as her wolf flashed in her eyes. Her body vibrated with anticipation when I stepped back, moving slowly so as not to startle her.

Leisurely, I took my fill of looking her over, walking in a circle to admire the beautiful view. She was art and I couldn’t wait to desecrate her. To ruin her for anyone else. To show her what it meant to be mine.

“Be a good girl and get on your knees,” I said softly as I brushed her hair back over her shoulder.

Opal dropped so fast that my dick jumped with her, straining hard against my slacks and begging to be set free.

“Dorian…” Atlas warned.

I’d almost forgotten he was there. He hadn’t moved from the threshold and was still gripping the doorway like it was a safety rope.

His loss.

At least the breeze was still coming in, helping me keep my head clear as Opal’s heat continued to warm the nest.

“How are we going to do this?” I teased to see her reaction. “Can my mate take two Alphas’ cocks?”

Her pupils were so blown they made her eyes look black as she turned her beautiful face up to me. “I can try.”

“Good girl,” I praised.

“Dorian, no.” Atlas growled.

I tsked, looking to Opal. “It seems your other mate has a hard limit.”

Opal pouted, but she didn’t press the issue. She was too busy trying to control her breathing as I made another loop around, noticing every little position of her body. How straight her back was as she balanced on her knees. How gently her hands rested there on her lap.

“If I touched between your thighs, would I find it already slick for me?” I asked.

“Yes.” Opal moaned as she answered, trying her hardest to remain perfectly still.

So responsive. So eager. Such a perfect fucking mate.

I cupped her cheek as I stared into those pretty eyes, wondering how much longer we had until her beast took full control. “What game should we play first?”