Page 71 of The Omega

And I wasn’t against doing anything she needed, but I really didn’t feel like having his balls brush against mine.

It was bad enough that his scent was in here, stinking up the place, and that he was touching my mate…

Can’t go there.

Opal grabbed my hand and pressed it against her breast, arching up so she could ride Dorian harder.

Her orgasm was building again. Such a beautiful thing to see. I dropped to my knees before her, teasing her hardened nipples under my rough hands and learning what she liked.

“Rules, you were saying?” Dorian panted as he focused on a spot on the distant wall.

I knew that look.

He was trying hard not to come.

“No one marks her.” My voice was harsh. I stared at the unblemished skin on her chest, fighting the sting of my fangs wanting to descend.

“Tell that to my wolf.” Dorian huffed a laugh.

“I am.” I glowered at him.

“Fine.” He glared back. “No marking. No DP. Anything else or does that make you happy?”

No. Not at all.

This wasn’t how I wanted the first time with my mate to be. But I’d lost control of the situation before we’d stepped foot in her nest. Now I was at the mercy of biology, just trying to stay afloat and make sure we did right by her.

“Slow down, beautiful.” Dorian gritted his teeth as he grabbed her hips, shaking with the art of self-restraint. I could almost commend him for fighting this losing battle.

Then his eyes shot to me. “Lollipop.”

“I’ve got her.” I lifted Opal off Dorian’s lap despite her whines of protests, silencing them as I pinned her against the wall.

“More.” She growled as she clawed at my chest, forcing me to move faster than I wanted as I tried to slowly let her stretch to accommodate the size of me. I grabbed her hands, speaking directly to her wolf as I notched the head of my cock into her slick heat.

“If he knots you, you’re stuck, princess. And I don’t think you’re ready to be still yet.” I eased in another inch, making her gasp with delight. “Let’s see you come for me.”

*

Days later, sunlight scorched my retinas as I staggered outside the nest. Opal was napping on the bed with her long and tangled hair spread over the pillows, and her bare leg thrown over Dorian’s lap. I’d struggled to escape from under her arms and it was even harder to force myself to leave her side.

Hurry and get back here.

Dorian opened one eye, careful not to move, and gave me a tired nod before closing it again.

As much as I hated to admit it, Dorian could keep her entertained for a few hours while I took care of things. I’d learned a lot about him over the past few days—had seen more of his skin than any other swinging-dick male in my pack.

Begrudgingly, I had to say he cared about Opal as much as I did. It was in the details. The way he anticipated her needs and gave himself to whatever she wanted.

I still didn’t like him all that much.

Outside the nest, I shoved my chafed dick and thighs into a pair of jeans, then pulled on my boots.

Dorian cared for her now, but how much longer could that last? I was still hoping he’d get bored with his decision to set up territory next door, hopefully long before we had any incidents.

And what happens when he leaves her?

I hurried my steps across the barren field, heading toward the fence line in the distance.