Owned by the Alphas

Poor little omega, wanting cock but having to participate

She sighed, rubbing her hands over the tops of her thighs. It drew his attention to her figure again, as if it had ever really left. She had hips he’d like to grasp, to hold close. Everything she did screamed omega. The fact she’d thought for a moment she’d be able to pass as a beta made him shake his head.

She was all protective, all caring. He could have spotted her a mile away even if she hadn’t been mid-heat. It reminded him of how much he missed having an omega, how much he missed the softness and grounding they lent to his life.

Not that he had a bad life. The family he’d created with the other alphas suited him and the work they did pleased him, but nothing could quite replace the warmth and softness of a female. He wanted to go home to an omega, to the life one could bring to a house, to make it a home.

Joshua rested his sweat-slicked forehead against hers before feeding his fingers past her lips, the cum still on them—an alpha’s instinct to mark his mate with his own scent, with his taste.

Mate? The word sat at the tip of his tongue like a threat, but he couldn’t shove the title away, either