Mine
Nico
"I'm going to ask you one more time," I growl softly at Lyra. "And this time you're going to use your words, omega."
I pause, looking deep into her wide honey-brown eyes as her scent floods me. Warm vanilla and toasted almond gone so thick and heady like a fresh orgasm. And that makes sense. She's soaked with slick.
And the idea of her kneeling on my bed, and working herself up to this, has my mouth watering with how badly I want to taste her.
"What the fuck do you want?"
And the bold omega looks me dead in the eyes as she says, "I want you to fuck me."
Boom. Every rational thought I've been white-knuckling for the last ten minutes vanishes.
Without thinking, my hand shoots out, gripping her ankle, and sweeping it out from under her. Lyra pitches onto her back with a startled little yip. Then I haul her toward me, and her shirt rides up, baring more of that pretty little pussy.
Her hands fly to the hem, scrabbling to yank it down over herself.
I close my fingers around her wrist and stop her.
"Oh, no." My voice comes out lower than I've ever heard it. "Too late for that now, omega."
She goes still under me, pulling in shallow little breaths.
"You've been kneeling here flashing that sweet cunt at me this whole time." I slowly drag her down the mattress by her ankle, until she's laid out where I want her. "Trying to show me what's mine. You don't get to cover it up now that I'm looking."
Her breath stutters, and the scent of fresh slick rolls up off her, so sweet and thick it makes my mouth water and my teeth ache.
I crawl up and plant both hands next to that stunning face.
She trembles slightly as I admire every inch of her.
Her honey eyes have gone huge, her pulse jumping visibly at the base of her throat, clearly as excited as I am. My eager little omega, wound up and desperate to be touched, and it feeds the animal in me until I can barely see straight.
Fuck, I can’t wait to see both Adrian and Mack buried to the root in her sweet holes.
Forcing myself to go slow so I can savor her, I lay one hand on her bare hip. The second my skin meets hers, my eyes drift shut on their own. Nothing has ever felt this right.
The warmth of her sweet body soaks into my palm, and something in me goes quiet, like the first deep breath after holding it too long.
I open my eyes, then slowly gather the hem of Lyra’s thin shirt—my shirt—and drag it up her body, baring her inch by inch.
Her stomach is soft and trembling. I expose the dip of her waist, noting three little freckles that dot the left side.
I’m going to kiss each and every one of them.
Then higher, until her breasts spill free, full and heavy and tipped with dark, tight nipples.
She's laid out beneath me like something I don't deserve, all soft curves, plush thighs, and velvety skin gone pink with a flush that spreads down across her chest.
My cock aches at how good she looks in my bed, trapped behind my zipper. The damn thing has gone so hard it hurts, the thick denim of my work jeans crushing it against my belly.
Every heavy breath Lyra takes wrings another pulse out of me, until I'm leaking precum against the rough fabric, straining for a release.
Not yet, I tell myself as my father’s words echo in my head. It’s important to cherish an omega the first time you claim her.
And I intend to do that.
Leaning down slowly, I press my mouth to one breast, right over one stiff nipple. She gasps, and the sound goes straight to my cock. I drag my tongue across the tight peak, tasting her vanilla-sweet skin, then close my lips around it and suck gently, coaxing.
But something isn’t right.
She hasn’t moved.
No arch, no hand in my hair, no moaning. She's gone rigid beneath me, holding so still it finally cuts through the haze.
Worried, I lift up to look at her face, and everything in me stills.
The omega laying beneath me no longer looks like the bold little thing who demanded I fuck her.
She looks scared and so incredibly young. Younger than I've ever let myself see her. Her eyes are huge and glassy with her bottom lip caught hard between her teeth. Her hands are fisted white-knuckled in the sheets like she's bracing for something she doesn't understand.
It hits me all at once, and I feel like the world's biggest bastard for not seeing it sooner.
She’s a virgin.
The animal inside me loves that. It wants me to pin her down and rut her stupid, sink into her and knot her and mark her so deep nobody could ever mistake who she belongs to.
But she's small, and she's shaking, and some human piece of me that the beast hasn't destroyed yet knows exactly what she needs her first time to be.
"Lyra," I whisper her name, my voice like fucking gravel.
But the omega isn’t looking at me.
Her eyes cut toward the doorway, where Mack and Owen are still standing, watching every second of this. Her throat works as she swallows, and the fear on her face sharpens.
That decides it.
"Out," I say firmly, not looking away from Lyra’s delicate face. "Both of you." I turn and look at my two mates. "Get out."
Mack's body goes taut. He's got one shoulder braced against the doorframe and his cock is already tenting the front of his jeans. His head snaps to me, eyes wide with rage at the idea of being forced to leave.
But Owen blinks at me, lost.
"Wait, why—" The beta’s mouth stays open, the rest of the question coming, and I know my beta. He wants to stay. He's wanted her longer than any of us.
But I don't have the self-control to explain this gently.
"I said leave." The command drops out of me hard, my alpha voice thick under the words, aimed at both of them. "Now."
It lands on Mack like a hand slap to the face. He snaps to at once, decades of instinct answering his pack alpha before his brain can argue, then he grabs Owen’s wrist to haul him toward the hall.
"Owen." Lyra's voice is barely audible. A whisper, cracked down the middle.
And both Mack and Owen stop.
I look back at her, and I find her staring directly at Owen. Her eyes plead for him to stay. I understand why. Owen is her friend. Her safe space. And I know damn well that she’s probably wanted him for as long as he’s wanted her.
She needs him here.
And something in my chest gives.
"You can stay," I say, looking right at Owen.
Mack's head comes up, and I meet his eyes and jerk my chin at the door.
"You, out."
For a moment, Mack doesn't move. Every muscle in that big body strains against the order, his jaw tight and hands flexing at his sides. A low sound catches in his throat, making it clear how hard it is for him to peel himself away from her scent.
Then he goes.
He drags himself back through the doorway one heavy step at a time, and I watch him take hold of the door.
A man his size could slam it hard enough to crack the frame, but instead he draws it closed slowly, easing it shut against the latch without a sound, like the last thing he'll give her before he goes is quiet.
The latch clicks.
And then it's the three of us.
I turn back to Lyra.
She's still scared. It's all over her face, in the wet shine of her eyes and the tremble in her plush thighs. But without the two of them filling the doorway, her breath has evened out some, her shoulders loosened a fraction into the mattress.
It’s only her, me, and Owen now. I think she can manage that.
"Lyra." I keep my voice low and even. "Have you ever laid with a man before?"
Her cheeks go pink. She shakes her head. "No."
Behind me, I hear Owen cross the room.
The mattress dips as he rounds the bed and lowers himself to his knees at the side of it, bringing his face level with hers. He doesn't say a word. He settles in where she can see him, close enough to touch, letting me lead.
My good beta.
He knows this moment is mine to run.
I brush a strand of Lyra’s chestnut hair back off her damp forehead.
"Listen to me, omega." I catch her chin and hold it so she can't look anywhere but at me. "The first time with an alpha can hurt." I watch the fear flicker back into her eyes as I hold her gaze. "But I'm going to wreck you so sweetly you'll forget it ever hurt."
I release her chin and trail the back of my hand down over the swell of one breast, dragging her tight nipple against my knuckles.
She shivers, and her eyes dart sideways to Owen. I can’t help but smile.
"Do you want him too?" I ask, gentle. "Owen?"
Her face goes scarlet, that pretty flush pouring down her throat and into her chest. She bites her lip and nods, clearly embarrassed to be admitting it.
The beast in me damn near purrs.
She's so shy about the wanting, so unschooled in every part of this, and God help me, it thrills something deep and possessive in my chest.
I get to be the one to show her.
To teach this sweet, sheltered girl every good thing about belonging to a pack, one mind-blowing orgasm at a time.
Excited, I lean down and kiss her.
It’s soft, at first. My mouth on hers, letting her feel how it's meant to go. I cup her cheek in my palm and lower myself down over her, until her breasts give beneath my chest. The heat of her soaks all the way through me as I deepen the kiss, licking into her mouth.
Her lips slowly part, almost like she’s not sure what to do, then I taste her.
Vanilla and almond fill my senses, and I let out a rough moan.
Her tongue moves against mine, clumsy and unsure, too eager one second and too timid the next. It’s the kiss of a girl who has no idea what to do with her mouth. And it undoes me.
I gentle her through it, guiding the rhythm with my own mouth and tongue. She catches on fast, going soft and pliant and letting me lead and take.
When I finally break the kiss, she blinks up at me, dazed, her eyes gone heavy-lidded and her pink lips swollen. Some of the terror has bled out of her. Her body's finally starting to go soft under me, the tension bleeding out of her. Sinking into the bed. Into the moment. Into me.
"See?" My mouth brushes her lips. "There’s nothing to be scared of, Lyra. You're safe. You're mine now, and I've got you."
I shift, kissing the corner of her mouth, then her cheek and jaw.
I make my way down the soft line of her throat. Lower, over the flushed skin of her chest, down the trembling plane of her belly. I press my mouth to each of the three little freckles on her waist, one after another. Not stopping until my mouth hovers over the seam of her pussy.
I take a second and admire the fine dark-blond hair along the top of her slit. She’s so swollen and glistening for me, slick smeared across her folds and down the inside of one plush thigh.
She's soaked.
Absolutely drenched, and I've barely touched her. The vanilla-sweet smell of her is so thick down here it clouds my head, making my mouth water for a taste.
I can't help myself.
I run my tongue up the length of her seam, slow, a flat, broad stroke to collect every drop of her slick. She's even sweeter than she smells, like honey and fucking heaven, and I groan against her delicate skin, already addicted.
Lyra jerks as her head comes up off the pillow. "Wait, what are you—"
I chuckle against her delicate skin as I grip her hips. "Owen." I don't lift my head. "Kiss our omega."
And as Owen leans in to catch her mouth with his, I settle between her thighs, spread her open with my thumbs, and put my tongue on her delicious, virgin pussy.