Page 77 of The Bright Omega

He tugs my hair hard, pulling my mouth off his cock with a wet pop. I’m breathless, lips swollen, when I manage to gasp out, “Yes.”

In one powerful move, Leith flips us. Suddenly I’m on my back with him looming over me, dark eyes burning. He makes quick work of stripping off his own clothes, muscles flexing as he tosses them aside. My eyes catch on the dark tattoo that covers half his chest and one shoulder. I’ve seen it a million times, and it never fails to make my mouth go dry. I fumble with the buttons on my shirt, fingers clumsy with need.

Leith doesn’t have the patience for it. He bends down, kisses me hard, and rips the shirt open in one sharp yank. Buttons fly everywhere, scattering across the floor. His hard cock presses hot and heavy against the front of my pants as he grinds down on me, kissing me like he’s starving. I moan into his mouth, arching up.

Leith’s hips roll against me again, before an ear-splitting scream tears through the house.

Cammie!

thirty-eight

Alphas

Piers

Iwalk down the hall toward my room, already loosening the buttons on my shirt. Today has been one of the most satisfying days of my life. Taking Cammie to the nesting store. Seeing her go crazy over pillows and string lights. Then coming home to a message that the owners of my grandfather’s land have finally caved and accepted my offer. It’s officially mine. I can’t wait to tell the pack about it, but first I want to tell Cammie. Her being the first to know matters.

I spot Beck. He’s camped out on the floor right in front of Cammie’s door like a loyal guard dog, back against the wall, legs stretched out, bottle of beer at his side. He looks entirely too comfortable.

I stop, raising an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

Beck doesn’t even have the decency to look guilty. He grins up at me. “Waiting until my girl needs me.”

I sigh. “She specifically told us she wanted time alone in her nest.”

Beck rolls his eyes dramatically. “I know my omega. She’ll want me in there.”

I roll my eyes right back. “You’ve moved beyond ridiculous into straight-up asinine.”

Beck laughs, totally unbothered. “You wait. She’ll call for me.”

The words are barely out of his mouth when it happens. A terrified scream rips through the door.

Cammie!

Panic moves through me so fast I'm already at the door before I've decided to move. Beck is on his feet at the same instant, both of us lunging for the handle. And for one brutal second, we're fighting each other for it, neither of us willing to slow down long enough to coordinate. I get there first. Beck's shoulder drives into my side as I turn the handle and the door flies inward under our combined weight.

We go through it together and not gracefully. I catch myself on the doorframe. Beck doesn't bother. He's already past me, already moving toward the nest, and I'm right behind him, both of us scanning the room in the same breath. Shadows, corners, anything that moves. Our eyes land on her.

Cammie is sitting up in the middle of the nest, shaking violently, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her eyes are wide with pure terror. I drop to my knees beside her, Beck on the other.

“Sunshine, what’s going on?” I demand, my pulse pounding. “What’s happening?”

We’re both scanning the room frantically for any sign of an intruder. Shadows, movement, anything. My heart is hammering so hard it actively hurts.

Then Leith bursts in, completely naked, cock still half-hard from whatever he was doing, hands clenched like he’s ready to rip someone’s head off. Finn is right behind him, shirtless and wide-eyed with panic.

Leith starts tearing through the room like a man possessed, yanking open the closet, checking under the bed, eyes wild. “Where is she?” he bellows.

Finn rushes to Cammie’s side, climbing onto the nest and pulling her into his arms. “Shh, baby, what happened? Was it a dream?” He pulls her into his lap.

She nods frantically, choking on a sob as fresh tears spill down her cheeks. Her whole body is trembling against him. “I haven’t had one in weeks,” she rasps.

Leith is still pacing like a caged animal, fists clenched, alpha rolling off him in violent waves. He can’t control his need to do something, to eliminate the threat that isn’t even here.

“Leith,” I say sharply, putting every ounce of pack alpha command into my voice. “Stand down. It was a dream.”

He stops mid-step, chest heaving, but he doesn’t relax. His eyes keep darting around the room like he’s waiting for something to jump out of the shadows.