Page 76 of The Omega

Pins and needles shot through my legs as I climbed to my feet. Opal whined when I reached the open door. I turned back to her, pulled by the tug in my chest.

Goddess, my mate was beautiful.

Even covered in sweat with wild hair, she was a vision. Perfection.

Her bottom lip stuck out as she rode Atlas’s cock slowly, pleading with me with her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I teased. “Does my pretty mate want both her holes filled?”

“Please.” She dug her nails into Atlas’s shoulders as she moved faster, making him growl as he wrapped a protective arm around her back.

“Someday,” I promised as I tapped her on her plump ass, giving a slight nod to Atlas when his frustrated gaze met mine and motioning to the bag of toys I’d left open for him to use. “But first, I need you to break your other mate.”

*

The sun set on the mountain peaks, casting the sky in a blaze of orange and pink hues. Raw steaks and drinks sat in the cooler outside Opal’s nest.

Of course, he’d want me to cook.

Though I supposed I could shift into my wolf to eat the meat raw, but Opal needed something warm in her belly besides our cum.

And I didn’t really want to give my wolf full control just yet.

Not that I didn’t trust him…

You don’t.

I just needed to clear my head for a bit.

The stars were already starting to twinkle above as I finished making a fire in the pit and grilled some of the meat on a flat rock.

There was a rustle in the leaves. A crashing too loud to be anything to worry about. Predators—at least decent ones—didn’t make that much noise.

My wolf raised his sleepy head and sighed as I felt Georgie’s presence in the background. As far as I was aware, I had about a hundred yards’ range that I could communicate with members of Bailey Pack. Georgie wasn’t far.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, using my Alpha link to communicate with him.

There was a whispered curse word and something snapping. I assumed he’d tripped. Georgie was crafty and quick on his feet until the moment he stepped into nature.

Finally, he spoke. “Just checking on you, Alpha. Making sure you aren’t dead.”

“Not yet,” I told him.

“You need anything?” he asked. “Your mom and Sunny said they can send out a basket.”

Smoke drifted from the meat frying on the rock. “I’m good.”

“Okay. Well, we’re all waiting for you to come home.” Georgie lingered a little longer, trying not to let me feel his anxiousness down the line and failing miserably.

I wasn’t good at this.

But I tried to be. “Give me a few more days.”

“A few more days,” he echoed.

Atlas growled from behind me as he stepped outside the nest, sniffing the air. “One of yours?”

“Yep.” I flipped the meat, hearing Georgie with all the stealth of a drunken cat take off through the sparse woods. “Yours just passed by an hour ago.”