Page 163 of Beautifully Scarred Omega

He pulls back and looks at me, and then in one swift movement he scoops me up, one arm under my knees, the other around my back. I curl into him, tucking my face into his chest, breathing in cedar and old paper, and his arms tighten around me.

“Come on, sweet girl,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Let’s go upstairs.”

He carries me up the stairs, Finn and Max following close behind. At the end of the second-floor hallway, Ethan pushes open a door and sets me down on my feet.

I blink. “What⁠—”

It’s not a bedroom. It’s an apartment. A full living space—warm lighting, a sitting area with deep couches, a small kitchen in the corner, and through an archway, a bedroom with the biggest bed I’ve ever seen, piled with blankets and pillows.

“We’ve been saving this space,” Ethan says quietly.

“For our omega,” Max says, taking my hand and pressing his lips to my palm.

Our omega.

My throat tightens.

Finn shifts beside me, suddenly looking almost uncertain. “It was empty before you came along. I started furnishing it a couple of weeks ago.” A flush creeps up his neck as he rubs the back of it. “I tried to pick things I thought you might like. But if there’s anything you want to change⁠—”

I kiss him.

He makes a startled sound against my mouth, and I hold his face between my hands.

“It’s perfect,” I whisper.

His hand slides to the back of my neck and he kisses me again, slower this time, and I melt into him.

Then Max is behind me, his mouth on my neck, his hands on my waist, and Ethan is beside me, his fingers tracing down my arm.

Ethan’s hands find the hem of my shirt. He lifts it slowly over my head, his knuckles brushing my ribs and sides before the shirt drops to the floor.

Behind me, Max’s fingers find the clasp of my bra. He pauses for half a second, then unhooks it and slides the straps down my arms. The cool air hits my bare skin, and my nipples harden instantly.

Finn kneels in front of me. His fingers hook into the waistband of my jeans and he peels them down my legs, pressing his lips to my hip, my thigh, then the inside of my knee as he goes. I step out of them, trembling, and I’m standing in nothing but my underwear with three alphas watching me.

Finn’s hands slide up my thighs. He looks up at me, his blue eyes dark. “I’ve been thinking about this since the kitchen,” he says, and hooks his fingers into the sides of my underwear and slides them down. Slowly. Down my thighs, past my knees, off my ankles.

His mouth is on me before I can catch my breath.

A soft, slow lick through my folds, and my legs nearly give out. Max catches me from behind, his arms around my waist, holding me steady while Finn grips my thighs and licks into me like he has all the time in the world.

“Oh God—oh God⁠—”

Finn’s tongue circles my clit and my hands fly to his hair, my hips rocking onto his face. He hums against me and the vibration sends a jolt through my entire body. He takes his time—long, slow strokes, tasting me, learning me—and the orgasm builds.

“Finn—I’m close⁠—”

He pulls back. I whimper at the loss, my hips chasing his mouth.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” He presses a kiss to my inner thigh, his breathing ragged. Then he looks up past me. “Max.”

Finn rises and takes Max’s place behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist. Max drops to his knees where Finn was, his green eyes looking up at me, and the hunger in his face is something I’ve never seen from him before.

He stops in front of my pussy and inhales deeply.

His eyes close. A growl rumbles through his chest, and when his eyes open again they’re nearly black. He looks up at me and my heart is beating so loud I’m sure all three of them can hear it.

“Max, please⁠—”