I whimper, a broken, needy sound, then bury my face against the warm chest carrying me. The scent of pine and damp earth fills my lungs, and for a second, the pain eases.
I need more.
Closer.
To be filled.
I need an alpha.
The thought sends a bolt of ice through my veins. I’ve had this urge before, during past heats. It was always a distant, natural desire to take a knot. But back then,it wasn't scary because, even in the delirium of my heat, I knew it would pass.
But now… now I’m pouring slick, trapped in a house with three dangerous alphas, and the need is an all-consuming thing, a desperate, clawing animal inside me. And I’m so scared.
Scared that they’ll violate me, that they’ll take whatever they want.
But I’m even more terrified of the sick, twisted part of me that knows I’ll like it. That my body, this traitorous thing, will crave the violation.
A door opens, and through my haze of pain, I realize I’m back in the guest room.
Cass’s smoked-amber scent is overwhelming, making my clit pulse in time with my heart.
The arms holding me tighten for a second before gently laying me down on the cool, empty sheets. The relief is instant but fleeting, as another cramp twists my womb once again.
My back arches, and a small door on the other side of the room swings open.
Cass takes a small step forward, his face a thundercloud of fury. He’s wearing only a towel slung low on his hips. His salt-and-pepper hair and broad chest are still glistening with water from a shower.
His hard eyes lock onto Grason, and a growl rips from his chest.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Cass snarls. “I told you not to fucking touch her.” He takes a single step out of the bathroom, then stops dead. His nostrils flare, and his eyes flash as he scents the air, smellingme.
A low, primal sound rumbles from his chest.
It makes my entire body light up, a jolt of electricityshooting through me. More slick gushes from my opening, dripping down my backside and soaking into the thick comforter beneath me.
I scream, and Grason flinches like I slapped him. His hands tremble where they still hold me, his fingers lingering for a second, soothing over my sides and hips in a ghost of a touch before finally letting go.
There’s another, sharper growl from Cass.
Heavy footsteps.
Then the bedroom door shuts, the click echoing in the sudden silence. Grason’s crisp pine scent vanishes, leaving only me and the vicious, wounded alpha in front of me.
Cass’s dark gaze darts across my face before sliding down my body. My fingers curl around the hem of my shirt, and I realize it’s damp, clinging where it shouldn’t be, a humiliating reminder of how my body keeps betraying me.
“I can smell you from here, little omega,” he rumbles, his voice a low, rough vibration that sends heat spiraling through me despite my fear. “All that sweetness. Wasted.” He inches toward the bed, putting as little weight on his bad leg as he can.
His movements somehow still feel predatory despite the injury.
My eyes catch on the outline of his cock, thick and heavy, tenting the towel and swaying out in front of him.
“Don’t!” A snarl rips from my throat, raw and desperate. “Stay the fuck away from me!” I gasp, my voice trembling so badly the words barely make it out. He takes another step, and my fear spikes so hard I can’t breathe.
For a terrifying second, I’m a little girl again, hiding under the blankets, waiting for that vicious monster to visit her in the middle of the night.
“Don’t!” I sob as tears blur my vision.
Cass freezes in his tracks.
