Now onto my next problem: how hot I feel.
My omega surges upward, close to taking control. Corbin and Gage are staring each other down in the driveway. These alphas are not in positions to help me. They still have too many problems with each other. I cannot add to that. That is not what omegas do. We are supposed to bond packs together, not fracture them by going into a heat spike with the two pack members who hate each other most.
My omega does not get the memo.
The omega whine that crawls up my throat is needy and humiliating. My face flames.
Corbin and Gage snap their gazes to me in unison. My perfume rises and Corbin’s eyes darken while Gage scans me from head to toe. Corbin strides across the drive toward me. His cedar and leather scent has been amazing since he stopped using scent-neutralizers, but now it's euphoric. I bury my face between his pecs and inhale desperately. His arms cage me in safety.
His hand presses to the back of my neck. “She’s burning up,” I hear him tell the other alpha, though through my heat-thick mind the words come slow and blurry. Already I feelthisalpha’s name slipping away. Sheriff… something.
“Shit,” the other alpha says.
My heart sinks. My scent plummets into dead-garden territory. Does the other alpha not want me?
The alpha holding me growls, deep. “If you don’t want this, then leave. You cannot bring that kind of energy to this. It's not good for her.”
“No, that’s not—” the other alpha says, followed by a heavy sigh and boots crunching over gravel. Space and scent surround me, and I lift my face from this alpha’s chest enough to make eye contact with the other.
“I’m sorry, Princess. I want to be here. I do. I’m sorry,” he repeats. He glances up at my big alpha. “I can play nice. I promise, okay?” He slides his brown eyes back down to mine.
My omega wants both of their scents closer. I reach out, fisting my hand in the front of his shirt and pulling. He comes easily, his hand resting on the small of my back.
A heat cramp rolls through me and I keen. Both alphas move closer on instinct, caging me between their bodies. Right where I want to be.
Then one of them moves away and I almost scream with frustration. The big one—Corbin, my groggy mind supplies—scoops me up and presses his lips to my forehead.
“It’s okay, Sweetheart. Gage hasn’t gone anywhere. He’s just getting the door.” Sure enough, the other alpha holds the door open while Corbin carries me inside and over to the sofa in my tiny living room.
“We need to make this quick. The heat spike is painful for her. She needs to be filled,” Corbin says. As the dominant alpha, heat spikes and coordination fall to him, even if it's only him and one other alpha. It seems like both alphas have decided to give him that duty again.
I half expect the other alpha to argue. I vaguely remember that he's the stubborn one. But here he seems willing to take Corbin’s lead.
Shirts come off, then pants. Two boxer-covered alphas with barely contained erections stand in my living room.
I whine, lean forward, and pull Corbin’s boxers down over his cock. It bobs free, the thick head already weeping. My tongue licks gently at the tip of Corbin’s. A guttural, strained growl rips from his throat. His hands thread through my hair lightly, but he's not the only one here and my omega wants both of these alphas.
I lean to the left and lick the tip of the other cock. The low moan that follows is satisfying.
“Jesus, Princess,” he groans.
“She’s so sweet,” Corbin replies as I move back to him.
“Yeah, but I bet she needs more. Huh, Princess?”
I nod eagerly.
Corbin takes it as an invitation and sits on the couch next to me. “Come here, Sweetheart.” He pulls me over his lap so that I'm straddling him, one leg on each side. My dress rides up over my thighs andhips. His hands grab and press under the hemline. He urges my hips forward and my sex, covered by nothing but slick-soaked silk panties, slides over the hard ridge of his cock. It presses into my clit and I gasp as heat shoots up my spine and pools in my belly. Corbin grasps my hips more firmly and guides me over him until another heat cramp hits.
“I’m sorry, Sweetheart. That was selfish of me,” he says as his fingers find the cloth covering my sex and pulls it aside. He lines himself up with my entrance. His hands guide my hips down as he pushes up. The tight fit is sweet agony.
My forehead tips to his and his eyes lock on mine. This close, they're like twin pools. “That’s it, baby. Keep your eyes on me. You’re taking me so well. Perfect omega.”
Once he's fully seated, the heat pain ebbs away.
We work together. I swirl my hips, rubbing his cock against the place that hurt the most, and he thrusts upward at a slow pace. Still, it's not everything I need. My omega knows there is another alpha behind us and she wants him too. My core is full, but everything else feels empty.
I look over my shoulder and meet the eyes of the other alpha. Gage, a voice inside me says. His gaze is locked where Corbin’s cock is moving inside me. His own length is in his hand, working slowly. My whine is sharp and his eyes snap up to mine. He drops to his knees behind me.
