“Holly,” Noah says, his voice strained, “not yet, I need to examine your?—“
“Too late,” I interrupt, my fingers working the buckle with surprising dexterity given how they’re trembling. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
It’s not a lie. Ever since I woke up this morning with that telltale warmth spreading through my limbs, I’ve been imagining this moment. The anticipation of my heat has been building for days, and now that it’s finally here, I want to embrace it fully.
I tug his belt free and unbutton his jeans, sliding the zipper down with deliberate slowness. Noah’s hands come to rest on my shoulders, neither pushing me away nor pulling me closer. Just steadying. Always steadying.
“Let me,” I murmur, looking up at him through my lashes. “Please, Alpha.”
The title slips out unintentionally, a product of my approaching heat, but the effect on Noah is immediate. His grip on my shoulders tightens, and a low growl rumbles in his chest.
I pull his jeans and boxers down in one smooth motion, freeing his already hard cock. The sight of it makes my mouth water, another omega response I’m still getting used to. I wrap my hand around the base, feeling it pulse against my palm.
“Holly,” Noah says again, his voice rough with restraint. “We should be taking care of you.“
“You are,” I say firmly, stroking him once from base to tip.
His fingers tighten on my shoulders, definitely pulling my closer now as I take him into my mouth completely. The taste of him explodes across my tongue—salt and musk and Noah—and I moan around his length, the vibration making him gasp.
I’ve done this before, of course, but never on the cusp of a heat. Everything feels heightened, more intense. The weight of him on my tongue, the stretch of my lips around his girth, the scent of his arousal filling my nose—it’s all overwhelming in the best possible way.
I work him slowly at first, using my hand to stroke what I can’t fit in my mouth. Noah’s fingers thread through my hair, not guiding, just holding on as if he needs an anchor. I glance up to find his eyes fixed on me, his expression a mix of pleasure and awe.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, thumb tracing my cheekbone. “So beautiful, Holly.”
The praise sends a thrill through me, and I redouble my efforts, taking him deeper. Behind me, I’m acutely aware of Kai and Grayson watching, their scents heavy with arousal. The knowledge that I’m the focus of all three alphas’ attention makes me dizzy with power and need.
Noah’s breathing quickens, his hips beginning to move in shallow thrusts that I eagerly meet. I can feel him swelling, his knot beginning to form at the base of his cock. The sight of it makes my core clench with emptiness, slick gathering between my thighs.
“Holly,” Noah warns, his voice tight. “I’m close. You should?—“
He tries to pull me up, but I resist, gripping his hips to hold him in place. I want this—want to taste him, to swallow him down, to please him completely.
“Let me,” I repeat, my voice husky with desire.
Noah’s control breaks. His head falls back, a groan tearing from his throat as he comes. I wrap my hand around his swelling knot, squeezing rhythmically as I swallow everything he gives me. The taste is bitter and salt, but uniquely him, and my omega preens at having pleased my alpha so thoroughly.
Need burns through me, lighting up my nerve endings as his fingers dig gently into my scalp. All I can think about is how quickly he might be able to give me another knot.
When the pulses of his spend finally subside, Noah sinks to his knees in front of me, looking dazed. His pupils are still blown wide, his breathing ragged. I can’t help the smug smile that curves my lips.
“Maybe I should check your blood pressure now,” I tease, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You’re looking a little flushed.”
Noah’s eyes narrow at the challenge, and before I can react, he surges forward, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss. I gasp in surprise, and he takes advantage, deepening the kiss until I’m breathless and clinging to his shoulders.
When he finally pulls back, his smile is predatory. “I’m good.”
In one fluid motion, he lifts me and turns, depositing me in his lap as he sits back on his heels. I feel him hard against me again—the recovery time of an alpha in the presence of an omega entering heat is truly remarkable—and my eyes widen in surprise.
“Already?” I ask, shifting to feel him more fully against me.
Noah’s hands come to my hips, holding me still. “You have that effect on me.”
He reaches beneath my dress, fingers finding the edge of my underwear and pushing it aside. I’m already embarrassingly wet, slick coating my thighs, my body more than ready for him.
“Noah,” I breathe, anticipation coiling tight in my belly.
He positions me over him, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. With exquisite slowness, he lowers me onto him, filling me inch by delicious inch until I’m seated fully in his lap, impaled on his length.
