“Lyla?” Ozzi tenderly brushed my hair back from my face.
I was staring, wasn’t I? I wanted more contact. I had to have it. As I started to crawl onto his lap, his eyes went wide and he kept me firmly in my spot. He had muscles just like Jason’s. Defined arms and a solid chest. Did he suntan to get that beautiful bronze color because I wanted to lay naked under the sun with him and do more than just catch some rays.
“Here.” Jason was suddenly on the other side of me. He pressed a cold cloth to the back of my neck and I gasped, grabbing his leg with the sudden chill. His grip on the cloth and me tightened, holding me in place. A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat.
Mmm. Why did that turn me on even more?
“Can you smell her, Oz? Fuck, she’s like the most irresistable of desserts.” Jason’s hand tightened on me to almost painful as he nuzzled the top of my head.
“She’s in heat,” Ozzi responded through clenched teeth. His touch remained soft and reassuring. “Lyla, do you understand what’s happening? Do you have an Alpha that you need—”
Jason snarled. “She has us!”
Sandwiched between them, all this mess of tension, I shuddered as I moaned. Slick soaked my panties as I leaned back on the couch and attempted to pull them with me. If they knotted me, I’d be fine. All fine.
“Fucking hell!” Ozzi pried Jason’s hand off me and pointed to the other side of the couch. “Move back, man. Control yourself and give her some space to speak.”
Jason didn’t move at first. The two of them locked gazes. Hard and intense, chests heaving, and teeth bared. I didn’t wantthem to fight. That was the last thing I wanted to happen. I wanted something else entirely.
“I know what’s happening.” With every ounce of will I could muster, I pried myself away from them and stood. My legs were still unsteady as I took two steps back. “It came on so fast, and I’ve been trying to take care of it, but…”
“There’s only one way to take care of it. We can help you.” Jason took hold of the arm of the couch, and I could hear the wood in it crunching with the power of his grip. He looked ready to pounce, but he was holding himself back. His jaw was just as tight as he added, “Please let us help you.”
Ozzi’s hands clenched into fists and pressed them into his legs as if he could keep himself on the couch that way. “Are you willing to let us help?” He swallowed hard. “To let Jason get you through your heat? If it came on as fast as you said, the symptoms could become severe. This is the type of heat that can get an Omega hospitalized or…”
He didn’t finish his sentence, but I could guess what he meant. Death. Being hospitalized was bad enough, especially around Christmas, but dying? I didn’t want to boil from a fever or dehydrate or whatever else could happen. Tears burned the corners of my eyes.
But just Jason? Didn’t Ozzi want me too? I ached for Jason, but I hungered for Ozzi as well.
My tears spilled free. What else could I do? I nodded. I needed this ache to stop and to banish all this craziness in my head and heart.
Jason was fast on his feet and scooped up in his arms to cradle me against his chest. “It’ll be okay, gorgeous. Anything you need, we’re here.”
I slid my arms around his neck. His body was every bit as solid as it looked, and the rough timber of his voice made every inch of my skin tingle. This wasn’t how I imagined beingin heat would be like. Hell, I’d never imagined it all, because I didn’t want to have that loss of control. My life was my life and… Dammit.
“This is just for my heat.” Set the rules like Mariska had. I wouldn’t become like my mom, a slave to her Alphas. “Just for my heat.”
Jason made a sound in his throat like he was going to bark his disagreement, but Ozzi stood and nodded. “You heard her, Jay. Respect what she wants, and watch yourself. Be gentle with her. Or else I’ll…”
There were a lot of unfinished thoughts in this living room. Yet the end of them were very clear. Ozzi was being protective, but he wasn’t touching me. God, I needed him to touch me too. I whimpered and Jason held me tighter.
“I’m in control.” The confidence in Jason’s tone was stiff and brittle. He carried me out of the room and up the stairs. Hurrying, but not jiggling me around like an excited kid with a new toy. “Which room is yours?”
“Turn left. End of the hall.” I didn’t know if it was anticipation or my heat reaching a new level, but pain like someone had driven a shovel into my gut and twisted it made me cry out. “Oh fuck, it hurts.”
Jason burst into my room and skidded to a stop. He set me on the bed and cupped my face with both hands. I stared into his deep blue eyes, rippling like the ocean, and held on to his shoulders. He drew his thumbs over my cheeks. “I’m here, baby. I’m going to make it all better.”
“Yes.” I wanted nothing else. Tugging at his shirt, I attempted to yank it off him. He let me slide it off to reveal his godlike body. How could any man be this perfect? Defined pecs, ridged abs, and a tattoo peeking out of the top of his pants right close to that super sexy line which led to whatever huge thing he was packing. “Right now.”
“Demanding, aren’t you?” Jason chuckled lowly and plucked at my sweater. “Let’s get this off first, hm? Those little gingerbread cookies look cute, but you’re the one I want a taste of.”
Those porno dreams had nothing on this.
My thighs clenched as another heat pang lanced through me. There was no savoring the moment, even if he was so utterly naughty and hot. I whipped off my sweater. While he had an undershirt under his uniform, the only thing I had on under my top was a white sports bra with little Santas on it.
His gaze latched onto my breasts as if he’d just been given the best Christmas present ever. “Fuck, you’re incredible.”
Cupping my chin, he drew our heads together and kissed me. One soft brush of our lips and then he mashed his mouth to mine. I whimpered and ran my hands up into his hair. I tugged his thick locks loose from the man bun and wrapped them around my fingers.
