But this one hit out of nowhere, detonating like a bomb, the fire burning me alive. Holly squealed as thick ropes of pleasure painted the back of her throat, and to her credit, she took it all. Not a drop spilled out the sides of her mouth, her throat working frantically to swallow everything. In a daze, I mapped her blush, this one a deeper, richer red—only to clue in seconds later that that blush paired with her trembles, with the way her black lashes fought to stay open, how she started to tense all over…
She was about to come.
Grunting, I groped around for the remote again and turned the vibrations off just as she lifted herself off my cock.
“Oh,please” was her ragged response as she collapsed into my thigh with a sob. Besotted, I stroked her hair and grinned.
“Nothing more fun than denying an omega the right to come when she likes,” I rasped, and she lifted her head just enough to glare. The flash of rage in those greens was so fucking delicious that it roused my cock from an orgasm that should have knocked it out for the next decade. A part of me wanted to push her, like I did with Ambrose—stab every button and make her go feral like the old legends.
Omegas were said to be even wilder than alphas… once.
But…
But we weren’t here for that.
This was just… sex.
It was fucking a club omega and walking away like we’d done countless times before, because she didn’t deserve to be stuck with three diseased mates who could never give her children.
This had to be a one-time thing.
Blood bond or not.
Chapter5
Laszlo
After Kane and Ambrose had their way with a lover, I always swooped in at the end with aftercare she would never forget. I relished the softness, the intimacy of protection—a side of alphas we rarely indulged in, especially in our world of scumbags and psychopaths.
But this was my—our—blood bond.
Our omega.
Built by the goddess herself—forus.
And we for her.
Kneeling behind her as she groaned into Kane’s thigh, I wanted to do everything, anything, all at once, like we had centuries of missing her to make up for. Not just aftercare. Something more. Something binding and eternal and justright—
Instead, I shuffled in for a little cuddle at her back, then licked the elegant line of her exposed neck.
“Hard work tonight, Holly?”
She closed her eyes with a sleepy nod.
“Oh, poor baby,” I whispered, brushing her hair aside, exposing more of her skin, unveiling a necklace that ought to be a gown, diamonds dangling like icicles on a warm winter’s day. Unfortunately, the piece would only get in the way for what I had planned—theoriginalplan, before I knew tonight’s omega washer, because it seemed safest to stick with what I knew when we were all on the edge of oblivion.
So, I undid the clasp and carefully removed it, then handed it off to a fiery-eyed Kane for safekeeping. Surely the necklace belonged to Club Mistletoe; no chance an omega who spent her nights in a cage could afford something so fine.
With us, she could.
She could have anything her heart desired, no price too high.
“Now, let’s get rid of this too, shall we?” With a kind but firm hand between her shoulders, I eased her up and forward, bending her into Kane’s lap, his cock already stiff and eager again, so I could remove the vibrator. Her pussy was an inferno, slick and hot, and I could have spent the rest of the night justlickingher, basking in the heat, in the divine scent of snowdrops and forever.
But from the way she flinched and grimaced into the curtain of her hair, Holly needed a reprieve from stimulation.
So, I forced myself to be quick—get in, get out, no distractions.