62. Chapter Sixty-One

Chapter Sixty-One

Shadow

O wen’s deep-diving tongue, and his well-practiced hand ring a climax out of me that just manages to ride out on the coattails of Lana’s Extremely Big O. I’ve never felt anything like that before, and I’ve had a lot of incredible sex with my mates.

Years worth of knots and blow jobs and ass eating.

All of it mind-blowing.

Yet none of it compares.

I gaze at Lana as she passes out, mystified and intrigued.

It could just be that she was claiming all of us at once.

I guess time will tell if that’s what it was.

I’m just glad I got to experience it through her.

Being an Omega does have some advantages.

“Is she okay?” Ezra asks, as he pulls his flagging cock out of her.

He sounds concerned. Clearly, he doesn’t remember the first time he knotted Pete.

“She’s better than fine,” I tell him. “She came so fucking hard it was like a religious experience.”

“Are you serious?” Pete asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

“I’m deadly serious. It was intense. Like the most intense thing I’ve ever felt. And really, she was the one who felt it.”

“We were all touching her,” Owen admits. “Maybe we didn’t intentionally want to claim her all at once, but I think it’s safe to say we were feeling pretty enthusiastic about making her ours.”

“Huh,” Pete murmurs. “I just thought she passed out because he used his knot.”

“Well, it could be that, too.” I shrug. “All I know is she had a massive orgasm, and then her body decided she needed to sleep.”

“Happened to me the first time Ezra knotted me.” Pete smiles wryly.

“Well, what now?” Ezra asks.

“We should let her sleep,” I tell them. “I’m a little sleepy, too. I can keep her company.”

“What do we do about dinner?” Owen nods toward the kitchen.

I shrug. “Who cares? You can call for room service if you guys want something while we’re napping. We’ll order something when we get up.”

They glance at each other and shrug.

“Okay, now clear out, and turn off the lights when you go.”

I’m not usually bossy, but I feel like being alone with my mate.

If she’s more tired than she should be, my healing touch will help her while she’s sleeping.

Sometimes being an Omega is more of a curse than anything, but tonight it feels like an asset.

I arrange the sheets so we’re both covered up, and by the time I’m curling up next to her, hand on her stomach, my other mates have left the room and turned off the lights.

I lie there in the dark next to her, concentrating on making her feel better.

It’s not long before sleep claims me, too.