Wrapping my hands around her thighs, I held her still and gorged myself on her slick, lapping, licking, and nibbling before closing my lips around her clit and sucking.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Her whole body locked up, and she flooded me with slick. It was like a bomb detonating inside my head. My cock was so fucking hard, it was trying to rut through the bed. Her small hands were in my hair, but I didn’t fucking care. I just kept on eating her out, driving more of her slick to gush from her pussy, more of those sweet mewling sounds to pour from her lips, like I might die if they fucking stopped.

Her hoarse cries finally broke through the frenzy. Head lifting, I stared up at the omega sprawled out on my bed, chest rising and falling on a pant, face flushed and pupils blown.

“Please, please, please, Jace. I can’t… I’m so empty. Please take it away.”

Omega needs us now.

Rising, I swiped a hand down my face, lungs full of her scent, trying to find solid ground when it felt like the room was moving around me. My cock was so hard, I could drive fucking nails with it. I took it in hand to line it up with her puffy pussy, bringing a groan to her lips.

Knot her, he demanded. We must.

I could not fucking wait a second. I was going to lose my mind if I didn’t get inside her. Barely had I snagged my dick in her entrance than I surged deep.

Her back arched off the bed, fingers clawing at my arse, legs wrapping around me like she was terrified I was going to leave her. Like I could? I’d fucking die if someone tried to take this perfect clenching heaven away from me.

“Good girl,” I rumbled, head lowering to the crook of her throat, trying to ground myself. I felt like I was falling, drowning, and crashing all at once. “Open up for me, baby. Let me in.”

“Don’t stop!” A great sob erupted from her chest. Her pussy was like a fucking vice around me, sucking me in and pushing me out.

Bracing an arm around her arse, I pulled out and thrust back in, feeling her give and myself sink deeper. “You feel too fucking good,” I said. “I’m not going to fucking last.”

One more deep thrust, and I bottomed out, cock to the root, my knot already swelling with blood as she clamped down on me with her inner muscles. A shudder rippled through me, sweat breaking out over my body. Heaven and hell collided as I braced my knees and began to fuck her. The wet slaps of our meeting flesh were music to my ears and damn near took me over the edge.

My knot was growing, the sensation of it sliding in and out of her hot cunt sublime. No beta pussy had ever felt like this. Nothing in my life could prepare me for the experience of being inside Sloane.

“Come with me, baby. Come all over my cock.”

And she did, locking down on me in clenching waves, forcing me to grit my teeth and work the knot in one last time. Her hips slammed up as hard as mine slammed down. It was like we were both trying to fuse with one another. My cum left me in an explosion, balls tight and cock jerking as I filled her hot cunt with my seed.

Breed.

My cock jerked again, and another great gush of cum left me in a heady rush.

“Good girl,” I crooned in her ear. “Keep squeezing your alpha, encourage him to fill you all up.”

Tell me to breed you.

Her nails were in my arse, and I fucking loved it. Her small teeth in my pec, biting, and I fucking loved that as well.

Mark me as yours.

Gusty breaths followed. My cock continued to jolt, while her pussy continued to clench.

Sanity was slow to return.

Our combined cum was sliding down my balls and saturating the bed. Her teeth, her nails, her legs wrapped around my waist brought all my crazy buried instincts to the fore.

I wanted her again.

I wanted her tomorrow.

I didn’t want another male to ever look at her again.

5

Sloane

I don’t care what anyone tells you, there was nothing more awkward than waking up next to a one-night stand—a stranger who appeared in your bed overnight, dragged there by alcohol, drugs, or in my case, by some weird fucking chemical reaction that had me turning into something else altogether. I peeled myself away from the sheets, sensing two things. The way the fabric clung to me, sticking to my skin, reminded me that last night’s events were real and not a fever dream. That and the sun, streaming in through the bedroom windows and illuminating him.

My fingers twitched as I stared down at his sleeping form, feeling the desire and need to stroke them through his thick brown hair, over the brutal planes of his face. Familiar on a cellular level and yet so completely alien, he was a stranger and he was also my alpha.

Jace.

I hissed at that, barely a whisper, but he moved, roused, woke, like a beast in its cave and I’d been the one to poke him. When those brown eyes met mine, deep chocolate coloured, the skin around them crinkling as he yawned before one of those huge arms went around me and pulled me back down, that reality hit me hard. My mind might be racketing around in my skull, fluttering like a moth against a window, but my body, it knew. It was there in the way I slotted against his big body, sheltered by that massive ridge of muscle and bone, made small and fragile in return. Our size differences, his scent, the way he held me with complete and utter possessiveness said it all—things had changed. I wasn’t an independent and self-sufficient beta anymore. I was an omega.

“My omega…” he sighed, as if in counterpoint to my thought, and didn’t those words sting as they branded me? But not unpleasantly. I was used to this, tossing aside what I’d thought I wanted or needed, having to do the same when Mum and Dad died. Right now, right here, held so close I could hear the heavy thud of his heart and the whistle of his breath, I found myself accepting this change in roles, settling against his chest. I was rewarded then with a hand spanning my shoulder blades and stroking, bringing my awareness and my body back to the here and now. Again and again, he stroked me, making low, satisfied little grunts with each pass, running his hand up and down until the awkwardness bled away and there was only this.

I was sure he would consider my movements naughty, further evidence of my rebellious omega nature, but I pulled away, needing that tiny little physical space as I grappled with a need for a little emotional distance. What the fuck was I thinking? Em, Jewel, Jude? What the hell had happened? Had Jude got them home? Were they locked away somewhere in… What was this bloody place? Ensconced in some alpha’s bedroom, waking up ready to face the walk of shame or…

“They’re safe,” he replied to my unconscious deluge, not even cracking an eyelid while I hung there, staring. “I made sure the boys put them in cabs and got them home in one piece. Knew that’d worry you.”

I didn’t reply, struck speechless by someone else stepping up and seeing to the responsibility that was Em. I couldn’t even tell you how I felt about it, the idea so foreign, I couldn’t grasp it. So the response, a hot, hot flush of lust, was delayed. Yeah, I was getting used to that, feeling my pussy begin to seep again distressingly. But more? Where the hell did that come from? A wave of gratitude, appreciation, want, need, rose and rose, and at its crest, there was something else—something that kept me pinned to the bed, even when he moved, rolling me onto my back and covering my body with his.

“You look after her,” he said, then kissed me before I could reply, the faintest press of his mouth, before he pulled back. “Everything you do is for her.” Another kiss, like a punctuation mark, but it was starting to blur the meaning of his words as my body began to respond. “I know what that’s like.”

Then he stopped, me staring at him, him staring at me.