I fuck her hard, ignoring Rory’s slow movements.
I’m going to knot her. I’m going to give her what she needs.
Because that is what I need.
I force the tip of my knot against her entrance, then withdraw. I press again, getting a bit more in.
She moans, slamming back against me.
I thrust again, and my knot goes in.
She screams.
I hear it distantly.
I’m too far away, too lost in the feeling of having knotted my omega. I’m dying. Of happiness. This is what I’m made for. This is part of who I am. Who I’ve been missing.
I scream as I fill her ass with my cum, shaking as I try to hold my weight off her. Stroke her wherever I can touch.
When Rory knots her ten minutes later, he sets the three of us off again.
Three hours later, when I pull out of her, exhausted and sore, she collapses on the ground beside Vale and Kota, who curl up around her.
I look at them and smile. “Tag.”
They just grin.
Bonnie
The heat has a distinct end; it’s when I open my eyes, remember what the hell just happened, and am swamped with regrets. This time, it’s not over the alphas I’ve slept with, it’s over what I have to do next.
I pull on my clothes, trying to ignore the pain in my body that comes with a deeply satisfied ache inside me.
Imagine having a heat like that for the rest of my life. Living with the kind of pleasure that only a scent-matched alpha can give. My mouth waters, and I find myself wanting them again. Out here in the middle of nowhere, lying around the ashes of our fire, nothing but trees in every direction.
I stomp away from them, trying to clear my head. Why is everything so hard? When I wanted them, they didn’t want me, and now that they want me, I can’t have them.
Can I?
I rub my chin and consider what my life would look like, living in the city, cameras in my face, limousines and drivers, dresses I’d hate, perfect hair, nails, and a concrete cage.
“No. That’s not what I want.”
I spin and find Dakota has crept up on me. It hurts to look at him. Whoever said sex means nothing didn’t sleep with the right people. Because sex with them has changed everything.
His eyes search my face and his transforms into an expression of resigned amusement. He puts his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels.
“What don’t you want?”
“This, us,” I say without hesitation. Better to rip the band-aid off fast.
“You don’t like us? Didn’t we satisfy you?”
“You did, and I loved what you did. But I’m not giving up my life to go back and live as your pampered princess in your penthouse apartment.”
Dakota smiles. “We have a mansion.”
“I don’t want to live in your mansion either.”
