All Chapters of The Omegas Stand : Chapter 51 - Chapter 55

GAVIN POV   This is amazing. I have never felt this free. Everything is enhanced. The sounds, the smells, everything. Why doesn't everyone just stay in this form? I could live like this forever. I grin internally as we whip past a few trees.  The terrain here is nothing like it is at home, but I could see the appeal. The mountains protect Outcast on almost all sides. The grovel-like soil isn't all that fun to run on, but the view makes up for it. All in all, it is a safe and beautiful location.Shannon- We have run a long way. I think we are higher up than the apartments.  Shannon's voice sounds soft as it cuts into my head. I turn my head to look at her to find her already looking at me. I slow to a walk, and she copies me. I take a couple of deep breathes so my nose can fill itself with her sweet strawberry scent.Gavin- Do you wan

GAVIN POV RATED R I...I accept you, Gavin. Make me yours," Shannon whispers, and my heart feels as if it will explode out of my chest.  I kiss her puffy lips while giving her breast a nice squeeze. Shannon moans, and my lust spikes again.  I can't believe she thought some faint white lines across her stomach would blind me to how exquisite her body is. She is literally perfect, from her blond hair down to the green nail polish on her toes.   I love everything about her. I love her hips and her slim waist. I love her medium-sized boobs. I love her thick but toned thighs. I love her shorter stature and creamy skin.   I give her breast one last squeeze before I let my fingers travel downward. She breaks away from my kiss to pant and moans softly. So I move to her neck. I slide my tongue along the side I intend to mark and Sh

GAVIN POV    "Why am I so nervous," Shannon asks in a whisper as we climb the stairs to Logan's new office.   I squeeze her hand and smile. "I'm not sure. What's running through that pretty head of yours," I ask, and she stops walking.   I turn towards her, and my eyebrows pull together at the sight of her obvious discomfort. I knew she seemed tense when we arrived, but I just thought she was adjusting back to being here. Outcast and Thurman are extremely different. I didn't know there was something actually bothering her.    "What's wrong," I whisper, and she bites her lip.    She looks around to make sure we are utterly alone, and I step in closer to her. The need to provide protection overcomes me, and I, too, glance around us.    "Love," I ask again when she remains silent, and S