Forbidden: Part One (Luna & Sol Omegaverse, #1)

by Emilia Emerson

“I should go,” he said gruffly, reaching for the door. Josie whined and the three of us stiffened. “You don’t want me?” she asked. “What? Of course I want you, but I never want to do anything to hurt you. And I did that last night. I failed you,” he said, hanging his head in shame.

“You never apologize for telling me what you need. Do you understand?” “Yes, alpha.”

“Will you come into my nest?” she asked sweetly. I could feel Cam’s stress and trepidation melt away. “I would be honored, little omega.”

“You have to learn to share,” Ben said, his tone adorably sleepy. “I think fucking not,” Cam murmured into my ear.

“Wait, no, it’s okay. I’ll tell you if you want to know, don’t be mad,” I whispered. A long silence followed, and my heart beat faster. “Precious, I was just playing around with you,” Ben finally said, his voice soft. “Just teasing. I’m not… I’m not angry or anything.” My scent turned bitter as I lay perfectly still on Cam, waiting to see if Ben would change his mind and lash out.

I said, but the tightness in my chest was fading. I said no, and nothing terrible happened.

Cam grunted. “The healing process was a bitch.” A sharp laugh burst out of me as I realized what he was alluding to. Bond marks needed to be tended to by licking the bite for several days. Imagining the three alphas, stone-cold sober, having to drop their pants for each other and lick each other’s ass cheeks was too fucking much. My laughter increased until tears were streaming down my face.

Oops. I forgot Cam and Theo were literally on the bed with us. I pulled back, nervous they would be jealous, but all I saw were their lust-filled gazes.

“What happens if omegas masturbate?” I finally blurted out. “I’m guessing the answer you’re looking for isn’t ‘they orgasm?’” Ben said, planting tender kisses down my cheek.

“What the fuck is that?” Theo asked, lifting Ben’s chin and taking in the hickey. “A gift from my omega,” Ben said smugly.

“What are we going to do with you two?” he asked, affection suffusing his voice. “Feed us, tell us we’re pretty,” Ben responded, digging through the bag until he found his breakfast.

Jewel kept up a steady stream of insults—towards my alphas, males in general, and the government.

“I didn’t want to be rude,” I said, my voice almost a whisper. Jewel rolled her eyes. “And why the fuck not?”

I buried my face in the crook of his neck, my chest filling with a strange mix of emotions that felt a little bit like love.

Her touch made it okay to let go, just this once, knowing my omega was safe in my arms...and maybe I was safe in hers.

“It’s not safe,” Cam bit out. “You realize you could be arrested?” Flickers of indignation and anger sparked through my body. “I’m aware,” I said tartly. “You realize most things are illegal for omegas?” Cam grimaced but didn’t respond.

“Let’s just say, if you cuddle up with Theo at night thinking he’s me, I won’t be surprised.”

The waiter came to drop off our drinks—I’d ordered a cotton candy martini that sounded equal parts disgusting and delicious—when I noticed a group of women being led to a table near ours.

“My mom started crying, and she kept saying, ‘I love you, Jonas, I miss you, please come back,’ over and over. I didn’t know what to do. I’ve never seen her like that.” “How old were you?” Ben asked. “Nine.” “Shit, that’s a lot for a nine-year-old to process,” Theo said. I shrugged. It wasn’t the worst I had experienced growing up.

“Did they do that often?” Theo asked, his voice low and cold. I squirmed. “Umm, no.” “Josie,” Cam said. “Don’t lie to us.” “I mean, sometimes they would. But it’s actually a good thing because it forced me to learn how to pick locks. Which, you know, is a handy skill,”

“Look at his hand! He touched her bare hand, and he’s feeling things,” I shouted, pointing at Mr. Darcy from my perch on the den sectional.

My body still wasn’t convinced I wouldn’t be harmed.

“Can’t wait to be inside you, to feel that sweet pussy coming on my cock, hear more of those breathy little moans you make when you’re close.”

“It’s nothing,” Cam said, looking shy again. He was wrong. It was everything.

“Seduce him?” I squealed, quickly covering my mouth at how loud I’d been. “I can’t seduce him,” I hissed. “Just walk up to him, grab his cock through his pants, and say, ‘Daddy, I want your big, fat cock inside me,’” Poppy said, forming a pout with her lips and blinking her eyes.

Once I’m bonded. Once I’m bonded. Once I’m bonded.

She was purring for me. My mate was purring for me.

“I wish you could see yourself like I do right now. You are an angel.” His voice was a reverent whisper.

Even though I had nothing to compare it to, I thought his was particularly nice. A+ dick. 10/10. Fuck, I’m such a nerd.

“I never want to hear you say you’re not attractive again. No one insults my girl, not even you. Understand?”

“Are you going to have your way with me, omega?” he asked, breathless. “Yes, alpha,” I said, licking my lips slowly.

“You have to use your words, love. Almost gave me a heart attack.” “Not my fault your dick rendered me speechless.”

“You are my wildest dream made flesh,” he said. “I would wait an eternity for you, for this.”

“Theo,” the sweetest voice in the world said. I shifted, pressing my face into Josie’s hair. Not a dream. “Need you,” she whispered, running her hands down my chest to my cock. Fuck. Now I’m awake.

“Because you’re not responsible for how we feel.”

Old wounds I thought had healed now bled out painfully.

Now, what happened?” Theo asked again. “My mom called,” I whispered. “Ahh, charming woman, a real ray of sunshine,” Ben said dryly.

“What Stepford Omega bullshit is that?”

“Yeah. Sorry, brain got hijacked there for a bit.”

I raised my brows and he huffed, showing me the cover: When Your Loved One is Traumatized.

“I don’t know if there’s anything I can say to convince you how beautiful you are,

“You’re going to come again for me, beautiful,” I said, adding a third finger and continuing to pump into her. “I can’t, I can’t.” “Yes, you can. Just relax and breathe into it.”

“I want you,” I murmured. “You have me, precious,” Ben said. Okay, direct approach needed. “Umm, no, like I want you,” I said, trailing my hand down his front until I cupped his cock. Ben made a noise that was a mixture of a strangled choking sound and a growl.

“I don’t want you to think you have to do anything more tonight.” “I don’t feel like that,” I said. “I want this. I want to feel you inside me.” I finally met his eyes and what I saw there was pure lust.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck in the kitchen. It’s my favorite room in the house, you know,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Who am I to deny your fantasy?” “Precious, you are my fantasy.”

“I need you, alpha,” I whined. “Fuck, how can I say no to that?”

Every thrust erased my mother’s harsh words and my hatred towards my body. How could I hate my body when it allowed me to feel this?

The stretch was too much and everything I needed. Except I didn’t want to be knotted in the kitchen.

until Ben stood up and tried to pull away, putting intense pressure on my core as my sex clenched around his knot. I squealed. “Stop, stop, stop! What’re you doing?” There was a long pause. “Fucking shit. We’re locked together.” I choked out a strangled laugh. “Yes, you knotted me. What did you think would happen?”

“Ben, you have a massive balloon at the base of your cock inflated in me, and you thought people were speaking metaphorically?”