He gently brushes hair from my damp forehead.
“Your heat is rough, huh?” His hand cups my face.
“Yes... need knots.”
A smirk curls on his lips. “Your full pack is here.”
“The nest is ready!” Dustin calls out.
“Come on, I’ll get you dried off.”
Omegas need to feel safe and cherished, especially through a heat.
The heat clinic isn’t perfect, but it offers a controlled space where omegas can experience their heats surrounded by several vetted alphas, ensuring a balance of intensity and security.
After Archer dries me off, he wraps a towel snugly around my body and lifts me effortlessly into his arms. He carries me into the bedroom.
“Sawyer, Thatcher, you’re here,” I say with a smile.
“Yes, we came for our omega,” Sawyer replies.
“I brought your favorite snacks,” Thatcher adds, gesturing to the small table piled high with pound cake, peach cobbler, chips, juice, water, and more.
Archer sits me in the chair in front of the table. Sawyer and Thatcher, both in their boxers, kneel on either side of me.
They purr softly and stroke my back.
I feel so cherished as I dig in.
“Eat as much as you can,” Dustin encourages.
“Yeah, you need to build up your strength.” Archer grins.
I slide my fork through the seven-up pound cake, lifting a bite to my mouth.
“Your pheromones are like pure candy,” Sawyer confesses.
I smile, letting my eyes roam over their handsome faces. “Is it like that for all of you?”
Dustin runs his hands through his hair. “Absolutely. I’m barely holding back, and I’ve already knotted you. Baby, I could fuck you all day.”
I bite my lower lip, loving the way he talks.
“Eat up, little omega. You’ll need all your strength for the four of us,” Thatcher says.
I take a sip of the apple cranberry juice, followed by half a glass of water. Rising to my feet, I glance between Sawyer and Thatcher. I loosen my towel, letting it fall and gather at my feet.
My alphas remove their boxers revealing how hard they are for me.
Thatcher and Sawyer return to their knees and crawl toward me, their hands and lips exploring my body.
“Archer,” I moan.
His lips trail heat along my lower back.
“You smell fucking incredible,” Archer growls, nipping my skin.
My fingers thread through their hair, urging them on.
