“Someone fuck me,” I sob, stretching out a hand to grab the front of Creed’s T-shirt.
I would reach for Ravvi, but he’s too far away. Also, something tells me Riot and Creed are the most likely to seal the deal without me having to beg.
“Um, I mean, I will, but like…” Creed brushes his fingers over my cheek. “Are you sure you’re clear enough to know what you’re asking for?”
“Yeah,” Riot chimes in. “How about we take you to one of those omega places?”
“Hell no,” I snap. “No way. I’ve read so many stories where the sedation didn’t take fully. People spend days rolling around in agony.”
“Shit,” Damian says.
“You’re barely seventeen,” Ravvi says, jabbing a finger at his brother. “Mom would lose her shit if I let you participate in this.”
“Really?” Damian scoffs. “She knows what going into heat is like. I don’t think she would want us to let Cove suffer.”
“They’re like a year and a half apart. Don’t make it weird for no reason,” Creed says.
“Why am I having to beg alphas to have sex with me?” I mutter, shoving my hair back from my face. I release Creed’s shirt in the process, and he wobbles as he kneels on the edge of the mattress.
“I’m going to agree with Damian and Creed on this one,” Riot chimes in. “All of our parents understand what heats are like. It’s not something that can be controlled.”
“Thenyoube the one to call them and ask what they think,” Ravvi mutters, stepping over and giving Creed a shove away from me.
“I know for a fact, my family wouldn’t tell us to leave her suffering,” Creed growls back. “Yours wouldn’t either.”
“You’re older than I am,” I say, meeting Ravvi’s deep brown eyes. “And you’ve told me about a million times that we’re going to end up together.”
Ravvi leans over, marking my cheek with his pheromones. He brushes my hair over my shoulder and kisses my forehead. “You’re going to love me one day, but we’re not there yet. And I’m sorry, Clover. I can’t give you any extra ammunition to hate me when the fog clears.”
“What?” I sob, making a mad grab for his arms.
It does nothing.
“Come on, Damian. We’ve got to dip.” Ravvi sighs, shaking his head. “I’ll call everyone and let them know you’re safe.”
“I don’t want you to go,” I choke out.
“Tell me you’re not going to pull this altruistic bullshit when Cove needs you,” Riot growls.
Ravvi meets my eyes. “Are you asking me to ride out this heat? Or are you really ready to give us a chance? Because I can’t fuck you and go back to only being bandmates.”
My eyes narrow. “Just go.”
“That’s what I thought.” He sighs, shaking his head. “I wish I could be the one to take care of you, but I can’t. Not like this. Don’t worry. The twins will make sure you’re okay.”
Present Day
I’m not sure I haven’t been punishing him ever since, but in some fucked-up, cruel-as-hell, twisted sense of fate…
I’ve only ended up denying myself too.
I’m still furious over the way he walked away that day, and I never want to feel that vulnerable or out of control again. Not that I don’t appreciate Riot and Creed stepping up and helping me, but it made a mess out of things.
I hurt their feelings by crying on and off, begging them to make Ravvi and Damian come back. It also made our friendship really weird the first few times I saw them after those days in the hotel. If nothing else, it proved that, while I’m not appalled by their scents, they’re not actually meant for me.
One. Big. Mess.
That’s what heats lead to.
