“Don’t you dare—” I started, but his mouth crashed against mine, cutting off my protest.
I shoved against his chest with both hands, trying to push him away, but he was immovable. His lips moved against mine with playful persistence, and when I tried to turn my head away, Stefano’s hand suddenly tangled in my hair from behind, holding me in place.
“Hold still,” Stefano murmured against my neck, his mouth finding the marks he’d left there last night. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin, making me gasp involuntarily—which was exactly what Marco had been waiting for.
His tongue swept past my parted lips, thick and hot, exploring my mouth with lazy confidence. I bit down on his tongue in retaliation, but instead of pulling back, he groaned and pressed closer, apparently enjoying the fight.
These psychotic alphas actually like it when I try to hurt them. What the hell is wrong with them?
“Get off,” I managed around his invading tongue, my words muffled and ineffective. Stefano’s free hand slid under my borrowed shirt, fingers splaying possessively across my stomach while his mouth worked at my throat.
Marco pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot against my lips. “Such fire, even first thing in the morning. I love how you fight us, little wildcat.”
Before I could deliver the scathing response that comment deserved, he dove back in, his tongue dancing against mine in slow, maddening circles. Every time I tried to pull away, Stefano’s grip tightened, keeping me trapped between them as Marco’s mouth claimed mine with increasing hunger.
When Marco’s tongue curled around mine, sucking gently, a treacherous whimper escaped my throat before I could stop it. The sound seemed to ignite something in both alphas—Stefano’s teeth found my pulse point, biting down just hard enough to make me arch against him, while Marco’s kiss turned more demanding.
Oh fuck. My body is betraying me again. They’re going to think I want this, that I’m some needy omega who craves their attention.
Marco finally pulled back, leaving me breathless and furious. Saliva connected our lips, and I could see the satisfaction in his dark eyes as he took in my flushed face and swollen mouth.
“There’s that sweet response,” he murmured, his thumb wiping away the moisture from my lips. “Good morning to you too, little wildcat.”
“I hate you both. And stop calling me that,” I whispered, though the breathless quality of my voice undermined the threat completely, especially when I was still pressed between them like the filling in an alpha sandwich.
“Why?” Stefano asked, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that made my spine tingle. “It suits you. Wild and fierce and absolutely perfect when you surrender to us.”
Surrender. Like that’s what happened last night instead of a momentary lapse in judgment brought on by biological necessity and alpha manipulation.
“I didn’t surrender,” I said, trying to inject some venom into my voice despite the way Stefano’s morning erection was pressing against my lower back and Marco’s scent was making my mouth water. “I was coerced by circumstances and suppressant side effects.”
“Of course you were,” Marco agreed with mock solemnity, though his eyes danced with amusement. “All that begging had nothing to do with wanting our touch. Pure medical necessity.”
All that begging. God, I did beg, didn’t I? I actually begged them to touch me, to make me come, to take care of me like some desperate omega in heat.
“Shut up,” I managed, finally mustering enough indignation to shove harder against Marco’s chest. “Both of you. I need space to breathe without inhaling alpha pheromones every two seconds.”
Zeus chose that moment to stretch and yawn, apparently deciding the entertainment was over as he padded away to join Apollo. The dog’s departure gave me the opening I needed to finally extract myself from between the two alphas.
Standing upright was immediately a mistake.
The world tilted sideways, my legs feeling like overcooked pasta beneath me. Black spots danced at the edges of my vision as a wave of dizziness crashed over me, forcing me to reach out blindly for something—anything—to steady myself.
Oh fuck. This is not good. This is very much not good.
Strong hands caught my arms before I could face-plant into the tent floor. “Easy.” Matteo’s quiet voice was steady and reassuring. “I’ve got you.”
“I’m fine,” I lied, even as my knees threatened to buckle against his solid support. “Just need a second to… to get my bearings.”
“You’re not fine,” Marco said, shifting closer. “You’re swaying like a drunk sailor in a hurricane. The suppressants hitting you hard?”
“Military grade,” Stefano explained, moving to my other side, his voice carrying a note of concern. “They’re designed to stop heat progression completely, but the side effects can be severe. Dehydration, weakness, disorientation…”
“Combined with the stress of your escape attempt, nearly drowning, and getting the best orgasm of your life,” Marco added with a wicked grin that made heat rise to my cheeks, “your body is basically running on fumes right now.”
The best orgasm of my life. Did he really have to phrase it like that? Though… he’s not wrong. Fuck.
“I just need food,” I said, trying to pull away from their supporting hands and immediately regretting it as another wave of dizziness hit. “And water. And maybe a few hours away from alpha pheromones so my brain can remember how to function.”
