Jace

Breed…

But I wasn’t done yet. Fingers reaching around her front, I began to stroke her clit again.

Her answer was another gush of cum and slick leaking around my cock, then trickling down my balls to saturate me and the bed.

“That’s it, baby,” I rumbled softly. “Come all over me again.”

And she did, pussy convulsing, wild groans pouring from her lips. I would never get enough of this, ever.

This right here, this hedonistic glory, was extraordinary and beyond my understanding of pleasure, but it wasn’t only that. An awareness shifted inside of me…a hyperawareness. I could hear our every ragged breath like it was amplified, skin and nerves sensitive and flaring over and over again.

My finger stilled over her clit, and I just held her, enjoying the sensation of her pussy clenching over my cock, squeezing me in a demand for more. I answered her call, balls emptying into her.

Suddenly, I needed to see her face, but we were locked tight. Leaning over, I took her chin, turning her face so that I could see the rapture contorting it. Jesus, when had I ever seen anything so beautiful?

“Look at me, baby,” I said

Her pretty eyes opened to meet mine, pupils blown to fuck.

This right here was everything an alpha and omega were meant to be.

6

Sloane

After we’d showered and got dressed, I floated downstairs at Jace’s side in a haze that was just…lovely. A small, uptight part of my brain screamed hysterically at that, this feeling of surrender so bloody alien, but as long as his arm, my alpha’s arm, was wrapped around me, I could shove those worries to one side and just be. People looked up as we emerged out of the elevator, not in the bar, but in a large communal living area. They were eating breakfast, a stout woman swinging out from between two doors with platters groaning with food, my stomach rumbling in response.

“Hungry, baby?” Jace rumbled, looking down at me with a warm smile. “C’mon. Ma makes the best breakfast with all the trimmings in the entire city.” And so I was shepherded over to a long table, wooden benches set up either side and the eyes of everyone sitting there on us. “Guys, this is Sloane. Sloane, this is…my family.”

Not literally, I assumed, as most of the people seated seemed to be in their twenties or thirties and they didn’t appear to have anything in common physically. Well, except for them. Two guys sat together, and there was no way to miss them, their bodies huge and hulking compared to everyone else. They also possessed an odd kind of stillness, especially him, with his grey blue eyes that seemed to stare straight into me, eradicating all my warm fuzzies, and mid brown hair that had gotten too long, scraped back from his face by a big square hand.

“Tone it down, Ryder,” Jace snarled.

“So she revealed as an omega.” Murmurs went up around the table. “And she’s unmarked.”

“She’s not to be marked.”

Jace’s voice, that famed alpha bark, was like a slap across the face of everyone here, silence reigning supreme. My mind was playing catch-up with the marking comment. This had all escalated swiftly, the hazy bubble holding me in its protective embrace wobbling a little.

“She has to be marked,” the darker haired guy sitting next to Ryder snapped back. Somehow, he was even bigger, with more than a five o’clock shadow across his square jaw. “A free roaming omega in the zone?” He shook his head, then glanced at the others. “We’re go

I swallowed. I hadn’t even gotten to the delicious-looking food, and now my throat was dust dry. Part of me knew that Tall, Dark, and Super Grumpy was telling the truth. Everything I’d been told about omegas outside the zone was that our scents were potent, enough to drive an alpha insane. He’d be maddened by lust, able to commit superhuman feats to remove any obstacles between him and the object of his affections. A small whine escaped my lips, making me instantly flush, and Jace’s arms tightened around me, a faint rusty purr coming from his chest in answer.

He was purring for me.

I’d found the idea positively ridiculous when I was told about it in sex ed, but right now? I was nestling into his chest, trying to find a soft place in all that hard muscle, because that sound? It felt like it washed over all of me, like a big strong hand stroking my back and settling me.

“That’s it…” he crooned between purrs. “Good girl.” I was lowered to a bench, dimly aware that people were moving out of our way to give us a spot, but Jace, he didn’t let me go for a second, even when other people around the table seemed intent on intruding on our moment.

“Look, Jace, I don’t want to be a prick, but we have to put our heads together. Better that she’s marked like the others. If you don’t, Snake and his crew, they’d give their left nuts for someone like her, especially a classy piece of arse—”

“Shut the fuck up, Dane.”

“And what’s going on here?”

I forced my head up and off Jace’s chest, even as I felt the need to stay exactly where I was. The stout woman was standing by the table holding the platters up, looking up and down the table.

“You okay, love?”

Beta me would have bristled at that, at the sweet comment, at the warm tone, at all the sympathy and protective bullshit poured into those three little words, but omega me? I stared at her, and then god-freaking-dammit, felt my eyes begin to sting.

“Oh, sweetheart…”

The platters were put down with a clatter, people waved away, and the strange woman came and sat down beside me, wrapping her arm around my shoulders and squishing me in her soft embrace. Part of me wanted to hate this, fight this, shove off this woman with her patronising bullshit and sit at the table, elegant as a queen, but that wasn’t the Sloane who was in the driver’s seat. I sank into her hug, taking a big breath before letting it out for a long, long time.

“That’s it, lovey, you just let it all out. And, you boys!” That was hissed viciously. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, talking such nonsense around an omega who’s just revealed? She’s probably feeling raw, crazy, like her life’s been tipped upside down and put back together all ad hoc.” A big hand stroked my back, then squeezed my shoulders. “Have something to eat, little omega—”

“Sloane,” Jace interrupted. “Her name is Sloane.”

“Then it’s time to have something to eat, little Sloane. I’m guessing that boy of mine has been ru

“Ma…”

“Focussed on your body, but not what it needs.”

“Ma…”

“Turning your head until you don’t know what is what. I taught you better than this, Jason Mark—”

“Ma!”

I found myself jumping at the sound of his bark, my heart clattering in my chest. I wanted to roll my bloody eyes at that, but something, someone, had hijacked my body and its reactions. What was I now, some quivering little mouse?

“I kept Sloane safe, cared for her, looked after her needs, and made sure she stayed hydrated, even when she was fighting me about it. Does that meet with your approval?”

“Oh, well yes, that’s good then.” I was released from the soft, sweet-scented embrace and somehow felt lesser for it, but a big ceramic plate was placed before me. “Now, Sloane, do you have any foods you can’t eat or anything? You’ll need lots of protein to build your strength.”

“Hey!” one of the guys said as the platter of bacon was dragged our way.

“And carbs. You’ll need to load up for what he has in store for you.”

“God, Ma, stop!” the other guys around the table groaned.

“What? You think I don’t know why these strange girls appear around my table every morning? Not exactly for Sunday prayers, is it? But, Sloane…” I felt the woman’s gaze, her smile, and I turned towards it, like a flower turns to the sun. She was a picture of motherly sweetness, her name a perfect descriptor. “You’re an omega.”