“Damn, omega.” Calli whines, all primal alpha. “It’s like you’re sucking on my cock.” And the fearsome lawyer Callisto Wren cries tears of wonder as he rocks into me and I latch him from the inside. His stomach heaves as he comes in a series of strong jerks, knot shivering with the force of his orgasm.
“I think they call itcatching,” Rickon whispers, just as stunned from the force barreling through me.
I grin through my gasps. Such a fitting word. “Yeah, I f-finally c-caught you, you damn alpha!” I tell Callisto.
He hugs me close, quaking like an earth tremor has him. And even in this position, he keeps rocking, hips bumping mine with desperate need. I hang from his neck, gasping for breath as my body soaks him in.
Like I want his cum, and his babies. Like I want to possess him and never let him go. And like he’s completely mine.
Callisto relaxes slightly, but his scent thickens until it feels like I could slice it in the air. His body vibrates with an animalistic rumble as he relaxes one arm and lets me lean back on Zack.
When my third alpha lifts his head, his gaze changes. Slightly glazed, and full of alpha possessiveness, his eyes blaze with determination. “Omega,” he rasps out.
Oh, shit . . . Callisto’s in rut.
A laugh escapes me as he growls and spreads my legs, attempting to thrust with a knot that won’t budge.
That’s three for three, Red Jones.
Chapter fifty
Rickon
I should’ve seen it coming.
Zack went into rut, I went into rut, so of course Callisto would too. The first union with our scent-matched omega triggers our possessive desires as alphas and fulfills an addictive inner need we never knew existed. Thank God we’re all here together this time, because Red was alone both times before.
Two deep tracks appear on Zack’s brow as he catches the changed scent. “Cal-ee?” he calls, an edge sharpening his question. He leans forward and presses his hand to the sweating alpha’s chest.
Calli snarls a warning, a bubble of spittle sticking to his lips. Yeah, he has it bad.
“It’s okay,” I tell Zack, tugging him back. “Red’s not in danger.” At least, not yet. Quite the opposite, since she’s grinning and cooing to her newest alpha, the bond sharing her delight at this latest development.
Well, she should be proud. Alphas don’t automatically go into rut because they have sex with their omega for the first time—no, that’s Red’s special talent because she’s so bloody irresistible. And maybe a little because of how isolated all her alphas have been.
A small part of me glows, thinking maybe I had a hand in tipping Callisto over the edge. I don’t even know when he last had sex, but I’m guessing it was before he met Red.
And if she’scaughtCallisto, well, they say that’s the most incredible feeling in the world.
Zack simmers as he tucks me under his arm. “What happen?”
“Calli’s gone into rut.”
“Rut?”
“Yeah. It’s a bit like when an omega goes into heat, but it’s for alphas. They want more sex and don’t quite think straight.” I tap the side of my head. “Remember when you bonded Red in the back of the truck, and you refused to let her go? That’s happening to Calli right now.”
His eyes widen, and he nods. “I remember. What do we do?”
“We make sure Red is safe and keep Calli hydrated. He tends to have longer ones than me, so it could take two or three days.” In time, we might sync up with our omega’s heats, since that seems to be the biological function of ruts . . . nature’s way of helping alphas keep up with a desperate, heat-stricken omega.
“You not worried?” Zack asks.
“No.” I smile, recalling how Calli’s previous ruts would send me spiraling, knowing he was locked away in some hotel with his current fling or a service, fucking like crazy. Each day I’d have to talk myself down from storming their room to offer myself. And how different our story might be if I had. If I’d been a little bolder, perhaps both Red and I would’ve suffered less.
But he’s here now, as a member of our pack.
I snuggle into Zack’s chest and close my eyes, listening to Red’s velvet moans. Zack holds me tight, his strong heartbeat thumping under my ear and his body warmth seeping into me. I don’t mean to drift off, but sometime later I wake with a jerk as Red whimpers.
