Page 39 of A Murderous Omega

He reached up to stroke my face. “Are you sure about that?”

I was so fucked.

They’d been toying with me the whole time.

And now they were going to⁠—

A purr rumbled out of Conor’s chest, soothing me instantly. No, I had to⁠—

Emile purred too, and I melted, forgetting why I was so upset, content to lie here wrapped in the arms of these two alphas, sweetly drowning in the affection flowing through the bond I’d created when I claimed them.

“We’re going to claim you while your bite is still fresh,” Conor said.

A mutual bond was rare. It gave the omega all the power in the pack—the ability to stop their alphas in their tracks, if need be, just as they could stop me with their bark.

I wanted it so badly I could taste it.

Could it work? Could these alphas really be my mates?

The purrs stopped, and I protested.

“You need a clear head when you make this decision,” Emile murmured.

“And if I’m not ready?”

Conor laughed softly against my hair. “You are.”

I snorted my disagreement.

“You’re adorable when you’re in denial.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“Goddess, please, that would be so fucking hot. I’d die a happy man.”

To my surprise, Conor was right. I was ready. I arched my neck, offering it to him, and he groaned, his cock pressing into my ass.

Dissatisfied with our positions, my alphas tugged at my pajamas until I was nude, then lifted me so I could ride Conor. He used his fingers to spread my slick, running a finger up and down my ass and making me squirm with need.

Emile arranged himself behind me. Moments later, the two of them filled me, the shock of pain quickly replaced by the most intense desire of my life.

“Beg for it,” Emile murmured, licking my neck.

“Never,” I snapped, even as I rolled my hips and took them both deeper inside of me.

“Baby, you feel so fucking good,” Conor said. “Your greedy omega pussy clenching my cock, milking me, desperate for my knot.”

I whined, the sound so purely omega it surprised all three of us.

“There she is,” Emile said, wonder in his voice. “Lark, you’re so goddess damned perfect.”

I whined again as they rocked me back and forth, establishing a slow and steady rhythm that did absolutely nothing to satisfy the aching need in my core.

“You’ll claim me because I command you to,” I gasped, lifting my chin.

Conor’s lips curved against my neck in a smile. “It’s my fucking honor.”

He snapped his hips, drawing a howl of pleasure out of me, before grasping my neck between his teeth and biting down hard.