I want to feel the chest hair that is poking out of the V of Ivan’s shirt rub against my breasts and tickle my nipples as we fuck.
I want Derrick to impale me on his knot.
I’m starting not to care about the lies or the deception. Maybe I can forgive them if they fuck this pain away.
“She’s having a heat spike.” Derrick grabs his Beta and pulls him close, out of my reach. “She’s upset. We need to find a way to bring her out of this.”
He’s talking about me like I’m not here.
Like I’m unreasonable.
Like I’m out of control.
Am I? I don’t think I am.
Is wanting to be with my scent matches out of control? Isn’t this how we’re told it’s supposed to be when we meet our scent matches?
“Why are you acting like I’m out of my mind with heat? I’m fine!”
Ivan clears his throat and chews on his lower lip. “Uh. Well. You’re whining when you’re not talking. And you look like you’re in pain. Plus, you smell so good, I’m pretty sure I’m about to have a permanent imprint of my zipper on my dick. I don’t think you’re fine.”
Now that Ivan has drawn attention to it, it’s impossible to ignore.
He’s right. Derrick is right.
I’m out of my mind.
I’m embarrassing myself. Once again, I am making a fool of myself for the world to see.
“I fucking hate it here.” I push past them and crawl onto the bed and under the covers. “I hate this, I hate this. Because, of course, I needed more obstacles to overcome! More ways for America to watch and laugh at me. The pathetic, scared Omega goes into heat on TV.”
“I’m going to go run you a bath.” Grant reaches under the blanket and strokes my hair, sticky with sweat, off my forehead. “We’ve got all that spa stuff. Maybe that’ll help.”
I lean into his touch like a cat, purring with pleasure. It was a light graze, but it feels like heaven, and I chase the sensation. “Don’t go. Don’t leave me. Please.”
He coos above me. “Okay, baby, I won’t. Derrick and Ivan can draw you a bath. I’ll wait here with you until it’s ready. How does that sound?”
Grant was part of the conspiracy to deceive me, andyet he feels safer than the others. I lean into his hand, the gentle pressure of it soothing my heated flesh.
Every part of me aches. I cannot remember a heat spike ever feeling like this.
The men are arguing. It doesn’t sound like Derrick or Ivan wants to leave me, but Grant is insisting they both do. After several moments of back and forth, I hear their footfalls as they go.
I have so many questions I need answered, but right now, while my body is wracked with cramps and my thighs are slick with my need, they seem unimportant.
Chapter Seventeen
It didn’t take longfor Derrick and Ivan to set up the bath for Ariana. It took longer for me to coax her from the bed and to the bathroom of the pack suite.
“Let me help,” I plead from outside the door. “I’ll close my eyes. I’ll be a consummate gentleman. No funny business.”
Ivan scoffs at my words. “I make no promises.”
I hear the sounds of her continued struggle to get out of her clothes, which are stuck to her sweat-drenched body. Every so often, she has to pause because of a painful cramp, and the whine that escapes her has me wincing.
This feels more intense than a run-of-the-mill heat spike, but I won’t be saying that outloud.
“She’s not going to let you. You know how stubborn she is.” Frustration laces Derrick’s tone as he leans against the wall of the suite.
