I didn’t know if Lucas was trying to hurt me or not, but his words stung. What if I wasn’t enough for Saint? I had never done anything even a little adventurous in bed. What if he got bored of me after one heat wave and?—
“The DFC might have paired us for one event,” Saint stepped in, rising to stand just behind me, his body towering over mine,“but I would choose Linus and integrity over you and the cruelty you’ve shown to your brother any day.”
I wanted to burst into tears at that show of loyalty to me. I didn’t think I deserved it, especially not from an alpha like Saint.
Instead of weeping, I let out a moan that would have made a porn star proud. Slick gushed down my legs, plastering my trousers to my skin. I needed to get out of my clothes, like,now. They were suddenly like sandpaper against my heat-sensitive skin.
“What about me?” Lucas demanded as I quivered with heat lust, breathing heavily through my nose so I could drag Saint’s sandalwood scent into my lungs. “I’m in heat, too. I need an alpha, like,badly.”
“Didn’t you say you have a Heat Lightning system with you?” Saint asked, grasping my shoulders protectively.
Oh, hell. He was touching me. Forget everything else, I wanted to shuck my trousers, bend over, and display my dripping hole to him right then and there. I wanted his cock rearranging my insides and forcing a baby into my womb. I wanted to swallow his cock and about a gallon of his seed along with it to fill my insides from both ends.
Just thinking about all that had me panting and making tight, pleading sounds.
“Why should I settle for a dildo and canned sperm when I can have the real thing?” Lucas demanded, surging forward like he would push me aside and claim Saint as his own.
“Stop!” Saint shouted. His booming voice stilled both me and Lucas. I was roiling with lust on the inside, but Lucas looked genuinely intimidated. “I’m going to take Linus’s heat, if he’ll have me, not yours, Lucas. Do you understand?”
“Please?” Lucas begged, clasping his hands in front of him.
“Please!” I gasped, desperately needing a dick in me. I’d never had a heat come on so hard or fast. I’d always beenrational and practical about the biological urges associated with heat. Right now, if I wasn’t naked and speared by Saint immediately, I thought I might die.
“You and I were supposed to spend this weekend together, not you and him,” Lucas argued.
“Enough!” Saint snapped at him. He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. I didn’t like that, because it meant he took his hand off my shoulder. “Look,” he told Lucas, gripping me with both hands again. “As it happens, my brother, Fennick, is an ESA with Bangers & Mash. I’ll call him and see if he can get out here right now.”
“Yes!” Lucas gasped. “Is he as hot as you? If he is, I’m going to wear him out!”
“I’ve no doubt,” Saint said in a flat voice. “Now, since you’re so desperate, why don’t you go to your room, wherever that is, and use that Heat Lightning system to get you through the first wave.”
It was embarrassing how much Lucas responded to that sort of command from an alpha. “Yes, Sir!” he said. I didn’t doubt that he spoke to Doms in play scenes like that.
“Go!” Saint ordered him, pointing to the staircase at the far end of the room.
Lucas bolted for the stairs, his pajamas tented in the front and completely wet in the back. I would have been mortified for so many reasons if I wasn’t so beside myself with heat need.
“Is your brother really an ESA?” I asked, hardly able to catch my breath, as Saint stepped to one side and reached for the cell phone in his pocket.
“He is,” Saint answered, raising the phone and tapping it a few times. He glanced to the stairs, catching the last of Lucas as he zipped around the corner and down the hall to his room, then looked at me and lowered his voice to add, “He’s also a cop with the Barrington Police.”
I probably would have had a stronger reaction to that if I wasn’t dripping slick and aching to drop to my knees and work my way into Saint’s trousers. I was so hot and needy that the dots didn’t really connect until Saint’s brother answered and Saint explained things.
“Hey, Fenn. Yeah, I know, I know. I’m really sorry, but I’m in kind of a desperate situation here and I need you.”
I need you. Those words echoed and rattled around my head. The second Saint looked at me, I couldn’t help myself. I surged toward him, dropping to my knees, and clawing frantically at the fastenings of his trousers.
Saint clamped a hand on my head, though he didn’t try to stop my hands as they undid his trousers and reached in. His call continued with, “No, it’s nothing like that. I’m fine. The problem is that I’ve got two omegas in heat on my hands.” He paused, then said. “Yes, two.”
I could have sworn I heard laughter from the other end of the call, but it was like a fly buzzing in the background. I pulled and tugged at Saint’s clothes, getting his shirt out of the way and yanking his trousers and boxers down as best I could. His scent was now mixed with the musk of an alpha about to go into rut, and it was driving me wild.
“I am not taking two omegas through heat at the same time,” Saint told his brother in a strangled voice. “One is more than enough for me, and the other one is a complete handful. And besides, they’re brothers. Twins.”
Saint stifled a groan as I scooped his deliciously large cock and balls out from his underwear and grabbed the base of his cock. I didn’t hesitate for a second before diving on it and taking it as far into my mouth as I could.
“Yes, I’m with one of them right now,” Saint said in a tight voice.
I heard laughter again. I didn’t care. Having my mouth stretched and stuffed with an alpha cock was bliss, and for a moment I calmed down, reveling in that euphoria as I sucked and worked him deeper and deeper, thanking whatever deities were out there that an omega’s gag reflex disappeared entirely when they were in heat. I could have suffocated myself and I wouldn’t have noticed.
