by Jayce Carter
Table of Contents
Books by Jayce Carter
Title Page
Legal Page
Book Description
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
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The Omega’s Alphas
Owned by the Alphas
The Omega’s Alphas
SHARED BY THE ALPHAS
JAYCE CARTER
Shared by the Alphas
ISBN # 978-1-913186-83-8
©Copyright Jayce Carter 2019
Cover Art by Erin Dameron-Hill ©Copyright November 2019
Interior text design by Claire Siemaszkiewicz
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Book two in
The Omega’s Alphas series
It takes three alphas to break in this virgin omega.
All Tiffany’s attempts to find love have ended in disaster and led to her being a sexually frustrated nineteen-year-old virgin omega sick of overbearing alphas. Her latest failure lands her in legal trouble, and the only way out is to sign a contract with a man she barely knows. While she doesn’t want to give up her freedom, a year of training at the hands of a handsome and dominant alpha is the best of her bad options.
Kieran agrees to take on the wild omega as a favor, not wanting her to end up as property in the system. He never expects to fall for her, but when two other alphas, Kane and Marshall, show up to compete for her affection, he can’t deny how he feels.
These very different alphas have to put their jealousy aside when Tiffany is targeted by an unknown enemy, because it will take all three of them to keep her alive. Even as danger surrounds them, Kieran, Kane and Marshall discover that sharing the feisty omega is more appealing than they’d thought it would be.
Can they work together to protect her from the danger threatening her or will their competition drive away the omega they all crave?
Dedication
To the woman who told me I would never amount to anything if I used vulgar language—I dedicate the first fifteen swear words of this to you. The rest are mine.
Chapter One
Pain twisted Tiffany’s small body, so deep she couldn’t think. The only thing she knew for sure was that the alpha in the room with her smelled divine.
Her earlier horror paled against her need. The fear, the pain, the panic when the alpha she’d been dating, Randy, had abducted her and drugged her meant nothing now. Her biology had scrubbed that clear, and while she’d have to face it later, only this alpha mattered.
She hadn’t known a heat would feel like this. Her mother had talked to her about them, but she’d assumed she could deal with it. She’d figured omegas had oversold the truth looking for sympathy.
If anything, they’d undersold it.
The clawing pain in her stomach made her curl in on herself. Her arm hurt, but she couldn’t figure out why. It hung limp and useless against her side while she buried her face in the alpha’s lap, although she didn’t know him. He’d appeared in the midst of the fog that was her head. She knew nothing about him, but she didn’t care about anything beyond what he could do for her.
His cock pressed against her cheek, hard and thick and everything she needed.
“Please,” she begged.
He stroked his strong fingers through her hair, letting her nuzzle her cheek against his length. “I can’t take you like this.”
“It hurts.” She twisted, sliding her lips over his jean-clad hardness. “It hurts so much.”
“I know.” He moved his fingers from her scalp to the back of her neck, digging in as though his touch could ease the rigid muscles. “Breathe through the cramps, nice and slow. It’ll pass.”
He was wrong, though. She felt like she’d die, like her skin would sear away and leave behind nothing but bone. It consumed her, flames dancing over her skin, her thighs rubbing together. Her underwear and sweats were soaked, and her cunt throbbed around nothing.
She parted her lips and dragged her tongue against the length of his cock. It jerked beneath the touch, and a heavy groan left his lips.
“You can’t do that,” he growled. “I’ve got limits, little girl, and you’re mid-heat. Don’t test them, because you don’t want me to knot you.”
I do. The thought of his knot stretching her cunt, of him locking inside her, made her soaked pussy clench desperately. It would stop the pain and the mindless need that gnawed inside her.
He inhaled slowly, then that growl started up again. “You’re too far gone, aren’t you?”
“I need you. Please, help me.”
A sigh. “Okay. I can help you, but I won’t fuck you.”
The filthy word from his lips only drove her need higher. She wanted to argue, to claw open his pants, to mount him herself. She rolled, trying to crawl over him and free his cock.
Large hands set on her waist, keeping her from her goal. “I already told you, not that. I’ve got something else that will help.” He moved her so she knelt before him.
She trailed her hands over his thighs, gripping the firm muscles as he undid the button to his pants.
The moment his cock came into view, her mouth went dry. He was thick, the color shades darker than the rest of his skin, with raised veins running along the length. She wanted to lean forward and wrap her lips around him. She wanted him to fuck her face, to grasp her hair and force himself down h
er throat, to feed her every thick inch of him. The thought might have shamed her before, when she was clear-headed. Her heat filled her so fully there was no room for shame now.
When she moved forward, his snarl stilled her. It reached inside her to the omega part that submitted to an alpha, that wanted to please one. Hell, she’d do anything if he’d give her what she needed.
“Please.”
His lips pulled into a smirk that would have frightened a lesser omega and wrapped his hand around his cock to stroke. “Oh, I’ll take care of you, little girl.”
Tiffany’s scent drove Kieran feral. Each breath drew it deeper into him.
He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to strip off her soaked sweats, spread her thighs and slide deep into her. She’d let him, too. Hell, she’d beg him to.
It was her first heat, and she smelled delicious. He wanted to be her first, to claim her in a way no one else would ever be able to. Hell, maybe she was a virgin, too? Damn, she’d feel good stretched tight around the girth of his cock, and she’d make the best sound as he trapped her on his knot.
First-time omegas whined when they stretched, as they got locked in place. Their bodies might know what they needed, but their minds tended to take a while to catch up. Fuck, he wanted to have her pinned on his cock, trapped against him.
He stroked his cock, pre-cum dripping enough to lubricate his hand. It took everything he had not to call her over, not to let her have what she wanted. She’d slide that pretty pink tongue over his length before swallowing him down.
What little decency he had kept him from it.
As much as he wanted her, she was too young, too inexperienced. She was an omega with a dislocated shoulder who’d been abducted by a murderous alpha, whose first heat had started due to a drug. None of that meant he should fuck the poor girl, even if they both wanted it. Badly.
Her heat would end, and she’d regret it all. He could picture her sweet, innocent face pinched in unhappy lines at realizing she’d given up her first heat to an older, jaded alpha like Kieran.
That didn’t mean anything to his cock, though, as he fucked into his palm. She needed, and even if he couldn’t take her, he’d give her something to take the edge off.
A thin whine left her lips, her gaze pinned to his cock.
Stay quiet. Don’t say a word. Anything you have to say will only make it worse.
He couldn’t stop the words. “Are you drenched, girl? Desperate for me?”
She nodded, her good hand inching forward, leaning closer.
“Have you ever had an alpha? Ever felt a knot stretching you wide?”
“No.” The word came out soft, breathless, and had him almost coming at the implication.
“Have you ever had anyone?”
A shake of her head had his cock aching.
Damn.
Even with her dressed, he could see the lines of her alluring figure.
Her shirt hung low, letting him peer down it and see her ample cleavage. Her breasts weren’t huge, but they were perky. They pressed together when she leaned forward, her injured arm still tucked against her. Her hips spread out, pulling at the waist of her leggings, hiding nothing.
Especially not the wet spot at the apex of her thighs, proof of what she needed.
To think no one else had satisfied her, that she’d never experienced the stretch as someone slid into her tightness had him groaning. There was only so much a man could be expected to resist. He couldn’t think he’d be able to ignore her, her scent, her body, that pleading in her eyes and her voice.
Still, Kieran had done enough things he regretted, enough shit he couldn’t take back. Taking a virgin during a forced heat was a nail in his coffin he didn’t need.
So instead, he stroked his cock while he let his mind wander, as he let himself pretend her lips wrapped around him instead. When her tongue darted out and slid against her bottom lip in an unconscious stroke, he lost it.
He couldn’t hold off his own orgasm any longer. Didn’t want to. He came, his thick cum warming his palm, sticky and hot and not at all what he’d wanted.
Tiffany leaned forward on her good arm, eyes begging. Poor little omega, desperate for alpha cum.
Kieran held his hand out to her, but that didn’t sit right. The alpha in him snarled at his passiveness, at him ignoring his own needs. Kieran changed tactics. He wrapped his other hand around the nape of her neck and pulled her in. He fed two fingers past her full lips and into the heat of her mouth.
She suckled him, her agile tongue moving against the seam between the two fingers, neck twisting to clean each drop from him. She took it like she’d tasted nothing better, a broken moan leaving her, muffled as she refused to release him.
When she’d removed all the cum Kieran pulled back. He opened his palm, rubbing it against her lips, smearing the remaining cum on her like a mark. He wanted her skin to soak him in, her to carry his scent.
Maybe he hadn’t fucked her, hadn’t bred her, but instinct demanded he claim her somehow. Her tongue pressed at the creases of his palm, capturing his cum, the taste of his cock, all of it. When he pulled back, white still painted her lips near the corner of her mouth, but her tongue captured it and swallowed it down like the rest.
Kieran ran a thumb along her cheek, her blue eyes clouded and momentarily sated.
Damn, she is something.
Too young. Too naive. Too impulsive, if all he’d heard about her had been true, but still something.
A spark in her gaze and a thin whine said the effect of the cum hadn’t lasted long. Swallowing it would take the edge off, but it wouldn’t ease her the way fucking her would have. Too bad that wasn’t an option.
“Relax,” he ordered, a command in his voice he couldn’t hide, couldn’t stop. “I’ll take care of you, omega.”
He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked again, now aided by her saliva coating his palm.
He could hate himself tomorrow for this. For now? For now, he’d feed this omega as much of his cum as she could take.
* * * *
Marshall hated to see injured omegas. It seemed like hurt puppies, something that shouldn’t ever happen. Was there even a point to alphas existing if they couldn’t manage the one thing they were meant for?
He’d been a doctor long enough, had seen the horrors of what the body could survive, but it never dulled that initial shock. Even at thirty-seven, having worked with injured omegas for a decade, he never lost that anger on their behalf when they came in beaten and hurt.
Though, after hearing the story from Sam, the detective who had brought her in, he knew damned well it had been an alpha who had put the girl in that hospital bed. An alpha was to blame for him having to reset her shoulder, for the cut lip she’d had, the bruises on her knees.
Worse? The alpha had been the reason he’d had to inject her with a sedative to ride out the rest of her heat, and he couldn’t quite pretend to be unaffected.
Even unconscious, she threw off an intoxicating scent. At the tail end of her heat, the scent had lessened. He’d opened the window so it didn’t fill the small hospital room. The heat, brought on by a drug the alpha had used on her, was stronger than most, and he’d already had to send another alpha to a different floor.
She tossed and turned on the bed despite the sedative. The sounds she made swung between frightened and filthy.
Marshall should have left. He’d set her arm, he’d written her orders. There were beta nurses to deal with the rest who would remain unaffected by the strong pheromones her body was pumping out.
Something kept him there, though. Something had him standing beside her bed, staring at her long blonde hair fanned out on the pillow, the flushed tone of her skin, the quick breaths.
What was it?
Instinct was something he ignored whole-heartedly. Instinct could go to hell for all he cared. He was a man and, while he may have been born an alpha, he refused to let that dictate his behavior. He’d made his own life, carved it out
from nothing, and he’d be damned if instinct screwed it up for him.
Yet, that sound in his head, the one that filled his body and scratched against his mind, wouldn’t allow him to walk out. The moment he’d seen her, the moment he’d smelled her, he’d known.
What he’d known, he wasn’t sure.
It was like a fact written in a language he didn’t know, but a fact nonetheless.
So, he’d waited in her room, checking her vitals again and again as an excuse.
She stirred, quick movements that signaled waking. The medication should have kept her under for longer, but omegas never failed to do the unexpected. They reacted poorly to many medications, their hormones wreaking havoc on medical knowledge. It was why specialists like him were so important for omega care.
“You’re safe,” he offered softly to reassure her.
Her lids lifted and blue eyes met his. She tried to rise, but when she went to set her hand behind her, she gasped.
Marshall placed a hand on her back to help her up. “Your shoulder won’t be much use right now. You’re in the hospital.”
“Hospital?” She peered down at her lap before her gaze shot up. “Where’s Claire?”
Marshall pulled his hand back, the fear on her face showing she’d recalled the events. “She’s fine. She’s in a room down the hall.”
“I want to see her.”
“You will in a bit. First, I need to check how you’re doing, then I’ll see if she’s up for visitors.” He turned to the machines, checking heart rate, oxygen level. “My name is Dr. Brown. I’ve been taking care of you since you arrived yesterday.”
“Yesterday? I’ve been out for a whole day?”
“Yes. I gave you a sedative to sleep off most of the effects of your heat.”
Her cheeks flushed red, the color bright on her pale skin. “Right, that.”
He nodded, recalling the man who sat in the waiting room, the one who had brought her in. Kieran Elliot. He knew the man only through reputation. He’d offered information without inflection, as though none of it mattered, as if they’d spoken about a toy instead of a living, breathing omega in pain.
