Page 75 of The Omega

But—damn it—Atlas was right.

Opal had been lost to the heat for days. Who knew what she’d want when she emerged on the other side? I didn’t feel my whole self either. With mating season and the call of the rut fully upon us, I couldn’t think of anywhere I’d rather be than this room.

Inside this pussy.

I quickened the pace to match Opal’s needy thrusts as she rocked back against my thighs.

“Does my mate want more?” I smiled, feeling my fangs descend as adrenaline flooded my veins.

She cried out as I pounded that one spot again… and again… and again.

“Deeper,” she gasped, pressing up onto her hands.

“As you wish.” I fisted her hair how she liked it, driving myself harder and deeper.

She moaned as she arched back, meeting me thrust for thrust, and rocking to her knees.

I held her closer, breathing her sweet scent in, as she pushed her breasts out and rested her back against my chest, still meeting my every thrust with a return of her own.

Her eyes were closed, lost to her own pleasure, and I growled as I reached around to pinch and roll her clit between my fingers, eliciting those little gasps I’d become so fond of.

Opal’s walls fluttered around my cock as she came to the edge. Her eyes were still shut as she lost herself to the sensations.

“Mark me,” she begged as she bared her neck. Her body quivered under my hands.

The maple syrupy scent intensified, becoming intoxicating. I could almost taste the sugar as I pressed my mouth to her neck, teasing and biting the skin there.

Take her.

I was playing with fire.

Her pulse thrummed beneath my tongue. So fast. So sweet. Ready to burst.

“Now,” Opal urged as she rode my cock.

“Not yet.” I nipped at her skin and pulled my face away, fighting the snarling intensity of my wolf.

The door to the nest opened as her orgasm crashed over her hard and fast. The rush of fresh air was a jarring relief.

“Where have you been?” I hissed through clenched teeth as Opal shuddered and fell apart in my arms.

“Atlas?” she panted, still clinging to me and reaching for him. I felt the rush of slick come again, knowing exactly what it meant. “I need you.”

“I’m here, princess.” He took off his shoes before crossing the threshold, still dressed in jeans as he sank to his knees in front of Opal.

She started to move again, drawing lazy hip circles against my lap with my half-broken dick inside her. “Again?” she whispered, voice thick with her wolf.

I… I needed a break.

I kept moving inside her, keeping the heat at bay, as I swept her hair to the side to speak into her ear, “You’re going to climb onto Atlas and mount his fat cock while he knots you like the good little wolf you are.”

“Yes.” Opal giggled, giddy and drunk on pheromones as she hurried to obey. She helped free him from his pants. I dragged my hands over my face, exhaustion creeping in.

“There’s meat and Gatorade in the cooler outside.” Atlas’s voice caught me off guard. The rough sound of it was a sharp contrast to the feminine sounds Opal filled the nest with.

I nodded, trying not to growl when he cupped Opal’s cheeks like she was precious and his gaze swept over her, checking her for marks as she climbed onto his lap.

Get ahold of yourself.