Page 79 of The Bright Omega

Cammie lets out a needy little whimper, pressing harder into Leith while reaching back for the rest of us. She kisses Leith hard, desperate and needy. “Need you,” she gasps, tugging his hair so he has to look her right in the eyes.

Something raw and unguarded flashes across Leith's face. I've never seen him look like that before. In that one moment, I see everything I need to know. He needs her too.

Cammie looks at the rest of us, eyes glassy with heat. “I need all of you.”

Beck growls low. Piers’ eyes go nearly black. My own breath catches as the full weight of what she’s asking for settles over us.

“Bite me,” she pleads. “Make me yours.”

She reaches for me first, pulling me into a deep, demanding kiss, her tongue pushing into my mouth like she needs to claim me. When she pulls back, she’s breathless.

“I love you.”

My throat closes for a second. “I love you too, baby,” I choke out.

She leans back into Beck, hips still grinding against Leith. Their lips meet in a messy kiss. Beck growls into her mouth, hands gripping her hips. “I fucking love you, cowboy.”

Beck nips at her neck, then nuzzles the spot with a low sound. “God, I love you, too.”

She turns to Piers and kisses him the same way. “I love you. Please make me yours.”

Piers’ words come out rough. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted, sunshine.”

Finally, she turns back to Leith. She kisses him again, deep and full of everything she feels. When she pulls back, she looks him straight in the eyes.

“And I love you. I want you—forever. If you want me.”

Leith growls, but there’s something raw in his eyes. “Are you sure?”

Beck

Cammie runs her fingers through Leith’s short, dark red hair, gripping it tight as she kisses him roughly. She bites his bottom lip, holding it between her teeth for a heartbeat before releasing it.

“I’ve wanted you since the first second I saw you in that elevator,” she whispers against his mouth. “That was lust. But this? I’ve grown to love you, Leith. The way you protect me. The way you care for me even when you don’t know how to say it. The scent match means nothing to me. It’s love that matters.”

She pushes at his chest until Leith is lying flat on his back, that massive body sprawled out beneath her. I move in without thinking, helping her peel the lacy camisole up and over her head. Her full, soft breasts spill free, nipples tight and begging.

Goddamn.

“So pretty for your alphas, sugar,” I murmur. “Show Leith how much you love him.”

Cammie slowly crawls down Leith’s big body like a predator, never breaking eye contact with him. She drags her tongue in one long, wet line up the underside of his thick cock, from base to tip. Leith hisses through his teeth, hips jerking.

“Fuuuuck,” I groan, unable to look away.

She swirls her tongue around the head, tasting him, teasing him, all while staring straight into his eyes like she’s daring him to lose control. Leith’s hands fist the sheets, knuckles white, a deep growl rumbling out of his chest as he fights to let her lead.

Cammie doesn’t waste time. She wraps her lips around Leith’s cock and takes him deep, sloppy and rough, gagging as she forces more of him down her throat. The sound is obscene. Wet, choking, and perfect. Spit drips down her chin as she bobs, eyes watering but never leaving Leith’s face.

Double goddamn.

I can’t stop myself. I shove my pants down enough to free my aching cock and fist it hard, stroking fast. The sight of her gagging on Leith is too much. I try to think about baseball… no, bats are way too fucking erotic. Volleyball? No, bikinis. Shit. Bass fishing. Yes. Cold water. Worms. Old men in hats.

No coming until I’m inside the omega. No coming until I’m inside the omega. I chant the words in my head, gripping the base hard.

Finn is behind her, hands kneading her round, perfect ass, spreading her cheeks as he talks dirty in a soft, filthy voice. “Look at you taking him so well, baby. Such a good girl for your alphas.”

Piers has lost every stitch of clothing at some point. He fists Cammie’s hair tight and drags her up and down Leith’s cock, controlling the rhythm. She gags again, tears spilling down her cheeks, and the wet, broken sound undoes me even more.