“And what about me and Clara? Are you comfortable with us being together?” While Clara and I will have a relationship, not every Omega is okay with their Alpha paying attention to anyone else during their heats, whether they are a Beta or another Alpha.
I should’ve known that wouldn’t be Felix.
“I want to watch,” he says, a blush staining his cheeks. “I want to be a part of it, and I want to watch you two. I want you to tell us both what to do.”
I stroke his hair, humming. “Thank you for telling me what you want. I’ll speak to Clara about whether she wants to be directed like you do.”
“I could be persuaded,” the Beta says, drawing my attention to the door of the nest. “My limits are the same as our Omega’s.”
Every time we refer to him by his designation, Felix preens. Not all Omegas go deep into their hindbrains while in heat, but I have a feeling Felix will. That means it is imperative that I know his boundaries before we begin, so that Clara and I can take care of him properly. We could be here for five or six days, and it’s our responsibility to make sure he is safe, eats, and stays hydrated.
“Well, then, Beta, would you please strip and join Felix in the rest position?” Clara doesn’t scramble to obey in the way Felix does. Instead, she calculates the situation before stripping and lowering herself beside him. “Are you comfortable topping Felix?” I ask her, brushing her hair from his face. “And are you sure you’re ready to be with me?”
A broad smile spreads across her face, pushing her cheeks up until her eyes squint. “I’m sure. This feels right.”
I look between the two of them, both so beautiful and bare before me. “Are you on birth control?” I ask them. I would prefer not to have to keep track of condoms during the heat, but I will if I need to.
“I have an IUD,” Clara confirms.
“And I’m on the shot.” Felix looks over at Clara, smiling sheepishly. “I guess we should’ve talked about that before we slept together.”
“Probably,” she responds. “Though I think Omega and Beta pregnancies are rare.”
“Can’t be too careful,” I say before leaning down and kissing Felix on the forehead. “I think it’s time to begin, don’t you?”
“One more thing, Alpha,” Felix says softly. “I have something to ask you both.”
I kneel in front of them, placing a hand in each of their upturned palms. “Anything, Omega.”
“Let me bond you.” Even though he’s whispering, his voice is strong. “I know it’s fast, but I want it. Please.”
“Absolutely,” Clara breaks position and pulls her hand from mine to clasp his face. “I want nothing more.”
He sinks into her touch, sighing in relief. He presses his lips onto hers so fast that she almost topples over. Their kissing grows frantic before I clear my throat.
“I am also happy to accept your bond.”
Felix jolts upright, eyes wide with surprise. “Really? I … Are you sure?”
“I have known since I interviewed you that you were special. Now that I know it was my hindbrain recognizing that you’re my scent match, it all makes sense. The way I couldn’t look anywhere but you whenever we were in the same room, how I would go out of my way to pass you in the hallway. We’re supposed to be together.”
“Yeah,” he says quietly. “We are. We all are.”
THIRTY-ONE
CHRISTMAS DAY
My body is on fire,cramps overwhelming me with pain that promises one of the toughest heats I’ve had. I’ve gone into heat a few times in my adult life, but it has never affected me this much, and I can only assume it’s because I have my scent matches with me.
I can no longer hold myself back from either of them. Now that they’ve agreed to let me bond them, I am struggling to keep my teeth out of their skin. I grab Clara, pressing our lips together, our tongues battling for dominance, when I’m yanked away from her by my hair.
“Now, Omega, did I tell you to begin?”
I’m panting, unable to take my eyes away from the swollen lips of my Beta. “No, Alpha,” I whimper. “But…”
“No buts. Do you want your reward or not?” That pulls my attention back to the gorgeous Alpha. His smile tells me he knows exactly how much I want whatever it is he has on offer. “That’s what I thought. Get in presentation, Omega.”
It’s not a conscious decision to move my body into the submissive pose. It’s instinct. Omegas are made for breeding,and this pose is the Omega in me telling my Alpha that he can take me and do what he wants with me.
