I wouldn’t know—never had one.
Never met an omega worth rutting over.
But the stories said a fated mate could trigger a spontaneous rut, and we didnotneed some alpha bloodbath in here, especially with Graves’s name on the fucking door.
“That’s it,” I urged gruffly, snapping and pointing to the spot between my feet. “Right here with me.”
Best keep her close until Ambrose was all the way himself again.
Holly did as she was told—until she paused and her eyes rolled back, slick weeping down her thighs, the vibrator getting the best of her.
Nope.
Notnow, darling.
I turned it off completely, then snapped again, sharper and louder this time, and stabbed my finger where I wanted her. Blinking frantically, full lips in a pout, she crawled the rest of the way and knelt between my spread legs. Remote control set in plain view on the armrest, I unzipped my slacks and finally let the monster free—but even theairon my cock made the ache sharper, deeper, resonating in my gut like if I didn’t bury it in Hollystat, I’d fucking die.
Feathery little hands drifted over my thighs, her approach cautious and uncertain. We’d been told this was her first night on the floor, the months before spent in the cages upstairs as a look and barely touch treat for club alphas.
No one else had had her.
She wasn’t a virgin, but we were the first to—
A snarl shredded my throat at the thought, and I fisted her hair, jerking her head back so her lips fell open with a startled gasp. Then, without warning, I steered her to the tip of my shaft. If I let her set the pace, she would probably take her time, licking the head, stroking me tentatively; I thrust between her ruby-red lips instead, making her take half my cock in one go, groaning so loud they probably heard me upstairs.
Her mouth was divine.
And that was just so fucking unfair. Our blood bond smelled perfect, tasted perfect, and now gave head like a champ, bobbing up and down in my fist—but we couldn’t have her.
Snowdrops filled the room, her perfume on overdrive as Holly pushed up on her knees to come at me from a better angle. With a possessive growl, I guided her with one hand, already enamored with the saliva dribbling from the corners of her mouth, then turned the vibrator back on with the other hand, playing the buttons like I wanted to her clit. She flinched and squeaked when the vibrations ramped up again, and I set it to a medium blast before sinking my free hand in her midnight mane, twisting my fingers deep, holding her still while I bucked my length into her mouth.
And that was how I worshipped my blood bond omega. Just for tonight, just for now, I fucked her face like Aldo Graves hadn’t paid for her—like we were back home, alone, just the coven and our girl, with all the time in the world and the entire house scented with her heady slick. Every so often, because you had to be cruel to be kind, I’d lower the vibrations, stop them altogether, or rocket the pulse in her cunt up to the max. Her noises were the sounds that would play in my head for the rest of my immortal life.
“Not for onefuckingsecond,” I snapped when her hands delved between her thighs, no doubt hunting for relief herself.
Because of course.
Of courseourblood bond would take matters into her own hands when she didn’t get what she wanted.
Laszlo was on her in a flash, gently taking both her forearms, then her wrists, and binding them behind her back. Eyes watery, chin deliciously drool-y, she mewled at me with half my cock in her mouth—and it was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.
I responded by thrusting deeper, nudging the back of her throat so she coughed and choked, then easing back out just enough for her to catch her breath. Not all the way free, mind you, but I allowed her a few precious seconds for her little nostrils to flare through a few ragged gasps—then turned the vibrator to its highest setting and reclined back so I could watch her take me fully.
Gripping her hair, I pumped faster now, with more intention, pleasure coiling in my gut, balls tightening, my scent combined with hers something so fucking sublime I could have crashed on that alone.
But I needed—
Our gazes met, and I was gone. In her dark green eyes, I saw eternity. In this Mistletoe omega, I saw forever.
Above all, I swore I saw submissiongiven—not taken. I saw an omega on her knees, arms trapped behind her back, her hair in my fists and her mouth full and her eyes so fucking alive.
She owned the room.
Right here and now, she hadallof us in her thrall. Laszlo bowed behind her, his head between her shoulders. Ambrose sat forward at the wall, watching, mesmerized.
And I lost myself before I was ready.
I liked to time my climaxes—really make them count.