It was the most sexy show I’d ever seen. Lyla had given in, and she did nothing halfway. She was wild and beautiful, lost to her pleasure. She was my dream Omega.
There would have been no way I’d have stayed on the floor like Ozzi. The guy had way more self control than I did. It was a battle just to stay on the couch and not rush over to bury myself in her from behind. To fuck her, bite her,claim her.
Every second through it, and every second after when we tenderly cleaned her up and wrapped her in blankets, I could only think she was the one.
No matter how much Ozzi pushed away the idea of keeping her as our own before, there was no way he could deny how much he wanted her now. Never had I seen such abandonment from him, such fervent devotion. He was falling for Lyla just as hard as I was.
We slept together in a big pile of pillows and comforters on the floor. I dreamed of us in the big pack bed back at our house. We had kept the master bedroom empty for whenever one of us or both of us found a mate. Lyla wore red lingerie and I tore it off her like wrapping paper, fucking her over the end of the bed.
I woke in the morning with a smile and a hard-on. After a few minutes of nuzzling Lyla’s neck, Ozzi started to stir and stretched out his arms.
“See this?” I said softly, nodding at him.
“Huh?” Ozzi rubbed his palms against his eyes. Lyla made a sweet little sound in her sleep, and he stilled, waiting to make sure she was all right.
“This.” I motioned to the three of us in the makeshift bed, no, the nest on the floor. “This was meant to be, man. You can’t walk away from her now.”
Ozzi blinked his eyes a few times and gazed at Lyla’s beautiful sleeping face. He sighed and sat up. “I don’t want to. I never expected… To feel so strongly so quickly. But there’s my familial duty.”
“Fuck your old fashioned family shit. You get to choose your own mate.” I’d fight for his right to do what he wanted in this life, even against himself. And because I could see him getting ready to argue with me, to tell me I didn’t understand his family dynamics, I beat him to it. “Even Yaya told you this was going to happen. She knew Lyla was the one.”
His brows furrowed as he ran a hand through his hair. He’d never say anything against his grandmother. “It doesn’t matter if Lyla doesn’t want it. She did say that us helping her was just for her heat. She seems to have certain opinions about Alphas.”
I rolled my eyes. “That’s because there are a lot of assholes out there. We just have to prove to her day after day that we’re not one of them. Besides, she’s already changed her mind.”
“Really?” Ozzi raised a brow.
“Really. Look at her.” I grinned and leaned in to lightly kiss her bare shoulder. “She’s all cozy, making happy sounds in her sleep. She belongs with us.”
Ozzi softly smiled at her before easing out of the blankets and standing. “This would be something we’d all have to talk about after she’s done with her heat, and after New Year’s Day dinner at my family’s house.”
“She belongs with us,” I repeated. There was no question in my mind. Ozzi gave me that look which said don’t push it. More so, don’t push it on her, but there was no stopping it.
“I’m going to take a quick shower and then make some breakfast. Maybe the roads will be clear enough today that we can get out.”
Ozzi padded quietly out of the living room. We weren’t going anywhere. The wind wasn’t howling anymore, but I hadn’t heard a plow come by. There was just too much snow. The town wouldn’t just be able to push aside the snow, they’d have to remove it off the roads.
I wrapped an arm around Lyla and pressed her body against mine. No matter what came next, I wasn’t going to let her go.
In the past, I’d been called overbearing, but Lyla would call me on that shit. She was all strength and light. She would help me become a better Alpha. That fire of hers would be good for Ozzi too. She’d tell him where to stuff his familial responsibilities.
With a small sigh, Lyla turned her head and wet her lips as she slowly opened her eyes. The blue was as bright and rich as glacier ice. The depth of her beauty…
“Mm, good morning. What are you thinking about because something is poking against my back?” She chuckled and snuggled against me. Her opposite arm swept out and found nothing but pillows. Her eyes widened, concern shimmering in them.
“Oz is in the shower and then he’s making us breakfast.” I smiled as she relaxed. “Probably more spanakopita again.”
“Oh no, poor us, to be subjected to that cheesy goodness again.” Lyla stretched out her legs and wiggled her butt against me. The little minx.
“It’s torture. I have to pump iron for like three hours to work off one of those things.” I caressed her side and dipped a hand around to fondle her tits. Fuck, it was so hard to keep my hands off her.
“Oh please, you exaggerate. There’s not an ounce of fat on your hot hero body.” Lyla trailed her fingers over my arm and bounced her ass against my hard dick with a smirk playing on her lips.
“My hot hero body, eh?” I liked that. A lot. No one was as smoking hot as she was though. I pinched her nipple and made her gasp. “You’re asking for trouble doing that.”
“I’m not afraid of trouble.” A more firm booty bump had me past the teasing point.
That’s what I adored about her. This Omega was not afraid of trouble. She knew what she was getting into and still she pushed forward.
