“Guess I’m not wearing tank tops for a while,” Rowan teases, staring down at the mark with awe. He brushes some of my hair away from my shoulder to look at the bondmark Griffin has left on mine.
“How do you feel, Sweetheart?” Griffin murmurs.
I open my mouth to answer when I feel something push at the walls of mymind.
Griffin.
In my head.
I can’t quite read his thoughts, but there’s an undeniable presence of Griffin’s prideful sort of hope.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, turning around as much as I can, a small gasp leaving my throat when I feel his knot tugging inside of me. “I can—can you—do you feel that?”
“I can feel you,” Griffin says. “You know, it wasn’t hard to tell that you really enjoyed coming on my cock, but it’s a nice ego boost to really feel how much you like it.”
I shrug, my lips tugging up into a bright smile.
A flash of something else pushes at the walls of my brain. It’s hot and sharp.
Jealousy?
My hair swirls around my shoulder as I turn around and blink up at Rowan.
“You don’t have to feel jealous!” The words come tumbling out of my lips before I can stop them.
I don’t have to be able to feel Rowan’s emotions in my head to realize he’s a little embarrassed at my outburst. The red dusting his cheeks and reaching the tips of his ears is enough to figure that out.
“You can tell?”
“I can feel you too,” I say, tapping the side of my head.
He nods slowly, making sure to keep his face blank. But that doesn’t hide the longing I can feel emanating from him in waves.
“You’ll be able to feel me too, one day!” I say, lacing our hands together and flashing a bright smile up at him. “Then you’ll be able to tell how amazing you are at making me come.”
His lips quirk up in a smile.
“You’re too sweet for this world, you know that, right, Sugar?” He murmurs before leaning in and brushing his lips softly against mine.
If he could sense my emotions, he’d probably be able to sense how deeply I want him to feel included. He’s just as big a part ofall this as any of the other guys. Him being a beta doesn’t matter.
I’ll just have to figure out a way to convince him.
Griffin shifts his weight and lowers us so we’re spooning together, still connected by his knot inside of me.
“Was I—did I do a good job?” I whisper.
It’s a silly question, and one I ask often, but I think I need that reassurance that they aren’t here out of obligation. The two of them are nice enough that I’m pretty sure they’d help me through my heat even if they didn’t like me.
The thought makes my inner omega rear her head.
“Course you did, Sweetheart,” Griffin says, nuzzling the bondmark with his cheek. He hasn’t had a chance to shave in a while, so the feel of his five o’clock shadow prickling against my shoulder makes a shiver run down my spine. “Now what’s got your head running at a hundred miles a minute?”
“If there were another omega here who were going through her heat would you help her through her heat too?” The moment the words leave my lips, I regret them instantly.
“Of course not,” Rowan says.
“Fuck no,” Griffin growls.
