Words are hard with Finn, so instead, I just grab his face and crash his lips to mine.
He moans against my mouth, and his hands grip my ass roughly. I knew he’d be like this, in control and rough.
Cillian comes to stand behind me, and both of their scents, the identical scents of rosemary and spearmint, it’s nearly too much to handle. I part from the kiss and look into Finn’s eyes, his pupils nearly taking up his irises.
I’m frustrated with all the fabric between us and even more so by this thing stuck on my skin.
I rip the shirt over my head and watch Finn’s lust-filled eyes take me in. I go to aggressively rip the patch from my midsection when Finn grabs my hands.
“I’ll do it.”
He’s gentle and tender as he slowly peels the device from my skin and places it on his bed.
“Let’s move this to your nest,” my tattooed scent match says.
I bite my lip and decide my tongue needs to explore every inked and scarred inch of this man. So I do, licking the side of his neck before kissing him everywhere my mouth can touch.
He hefts my naked body up, and I try to undress him as he carries me to my nest, but it’s more difficult than I thought.
I need his skin on mine; I need all of them touching me, kissing me, worshiping me.
My scent match locks the door to the nest behind me, and I’m greeted with the combination of my pack’s scent. Everything feels right, and I finally let myself go.
34
LORCÁN
I’m notmuch of a gambler, but there’s no way I would have placed odds on Finn joining us for Elena’s heat.
He gets down on his knees and places her on the bed delicately—almost tenderly—which isn’t a word I’d ever use to describe my half-brother. But Elena has that effect on people, at least, I know she did on me.
“Clothes off,” Elena whines, waving her hand at all of us.
Long gone is the nervous woman who was worried about her heat. Her baser instincts are in charge and so are ours.
The room is embedded with her scent, and I can see the control it has over the Alphas in the room, myself included.
It’s this primal need taking over. Like my only purpose is to make sure that Elena is cared for, that she’s covered in my scent and cum.
The lighting in the nest is low, enough to see everything that’s going on while also not being too bright that you couldn’t easily fall asleep.
“I shouldn’t be the first,” Finn rasps, and for the first time in a long time, I agree.
We’re all in different stages of undress, and I’m at least thankful I’ve known all the men since I was thirteen. Seeing each other naked isn’t a big deal.
Sharing with Declan is easy. I trust him with my life. But Cillian and Finn are a different story. As far as we’ve come as brothers, there’s still a long way to go.
As soon as I’m fully undressed, I take the initiative to crawl onto the soft bed and cover her body.
I think about everything I’ve looked up, the endless hours of research I’ve done on Omegas in heat.
It’s the triple-A’s. Affirmations, affection, and attention to detail.
I cradle the side of her head, noting her skin is hot to the touch. “You’re such a good Omega. You want to make your Alphas happy, don’t you, princess?”
She nods her head as she slides my thumb into her mouth and begins to suck. She whimpers around my finger, and I know she must be in serious discomfort.
“What do you need?”
