Page 198 of Beautifully Scarred Omega

“Breathe, little one,” I murmur. “Breathe. We’re not going anywhere.”

“It hurts,” she whimpers, and the sound of it—an omega in heat, in pain, needing her pack—makes something feral tear through all three of us. “It hurts, Max, please⁠—”

“I know.” I press my nose against her throat and inhale her scent and the rut roars through me so hard my hands shake. “I know it hurts. We’re going to make it stop. We’re going to take care of you.”

She reaches for me, both hands gripping my arms, pulling me closer, and her body arches toward mine with desperation.

Finn settles on her left, his mouth finding her breast, his hand sliding down to circle her clit. She moans, her hips lifting off the bed. Ethan moves to her right, his lips at her throat, his fingers tracing down her stomach and into the slick heat between her thighs. She’s soaked—I can hear it when he pushes two fingers into her.

I kneel between her knees and look at her—my omega, flushed and trembling and reaching for me.

“Tell us what you want, Sophie,” I say.

“You,” she gasps. “Please. I need you.”

I pull her toward me by the hips. She gasps as her back slides across the sheets, and I kiss her hard, one hand gripping her jaw. She moans against my mouth, and the feel of her tongue against mine pulls a growl from my chest.

“Please, Max,” she whimpers. “I need your cock. I need your knot. I can’t take it anymore⁠—”

“You’re ours, Sophie.” My voice barely sounds like mine anymore, stripped down to instinct. “And we’re yours. Every fucking part of us.” I tilt her chin up until she’s looking at me. “We’re going to fill you until you can’t remember what it felt like to be empty. And when we mark you, everyone will know who you belong to.” My grip tightens slightly. “Just like we belong to you.”

“Yes,” she breathes. “Yes, please, Max. I can’t—I need⁠—”

I reach between us. She’s so wet that when I press the head of my cock against her entrance, I slide through her slick, the blunt heat of me brushing her clit, and she cries out.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes find mine. Green, heat-blown, and so, so desperate.

And beneath all of it, trust.

The same trust I saw the first time I was inside her. The same woman looking back at me with the same steady certainty that I will never hurt her.

I push forward.

Her body opens for me with a hunger that steals my breath—her pussy pulling me in, hot and clenching around me as I sink deeper. A broken sound of relief leaves her when I bottom out, and a rough groan tears out of me at the same time.

Yes. More. Mine.

“There she is,” Finn murmurs. “Our omega. You can let go, sweetheart. We’ve got you.”

“You’re safe, sweet girl,” Ethan says softly. “Let your alphas take care of you now.”

I start to move and something in me breaks loose.

The rut surges through me, stripping everything down to instinct. The last of my restraint gives way beneath the need to give her everything she’s asking for, and I’m pounding into her hard enough to shake the bed. My mouth is on hers, then on her jaw, on her neck, kissing her everywhere I can reach, and she’s moaning so loud the sound fills the entire room. I grip her ass in both hands and pull her into every thrust, rutting into her, and the slick sound of our bodies meeting is obscene and primal and perfect.

She wraps her arms around my neck and holds on. Her legs lock around my waist, her heels pressing into my lower back, pulling me deeper. I bury my face in her neck and breathe her in—rain and crushed rose petals, so close to the source that it fills my skull and erases everything that isn’t her.

“Max,” she says.

Just my name.

I pull back enough to see her face, and something inside me comes undone.

Her green eyes are wet and wide and completely unguarded, every wall she has ever kept between us gone. I cup her face with one hand and thrust into her with a force that makes her cry out, and I swallow the sound with my mouth.

“My omega,” I growl against her lips. “Mine.”