Colener Estate — United Kingdom
English Home of the Holloway Family
Two months later…
“This heat isn’t as bad as the first one was,” Maverick said as he slammed his hips into mine, my back scraping up against the wall of my bedroom.
“Liar,” I hissed, my teeth digging into the edge of his jaw, making the alpha howl as his knot toyed with the entrance of mypussy, nudging in and out until I locked my legs around his hips and forced it inside.
Inside of my nest, which was a tangle of sheets haphazardly wrapped around the four-poster bed, lay Brooks and Dallas who were busily snoring as they recuperated from the whirlwind of the last couple of hours.
Somewhere in the back of my mind and underneath the blazing haze of my heat, I was grateful that Carter was staying in the city this weekend because there was no way that we were going to be able to stay just in this room.
The Colener Estate had been in my family for hundreds of years—long before the Holloways had migrated to the United States—and I had spent many a summer traipsing through the old hallways… and now my brain was telling me to fuck up against the old paintings and on the old brocade chairs and maybe even let one of my alphas give me rug burn on the old ornate carpets.
My heat had come on hard and fast after dinner this evening. Mrs. Carningham, the housekeeper and cook, had commented on my flushed face before leaving for the village.
Then when I was in the middle of my bath and Brooks had come to join me it had started in earnest.
Dallas had come to find us and had gotten pulled into the cold water and now both of them were passed out and Maverick was my third victim.
All I needed was my Zeke who had been out for the afternoon handling some business things in London and my pack would be complete.
“Stop, omega,” Maverick growled, the flat of his hand coming up to smack my ass hard.
It sent a shiver of pleasure-pain rippling up my spine.
I leaned back with a bratty smile, tilting my head as my insides coiled around his knot that still hadn’t fully inflated yet.
“Stop what, alpha?” I asked innocently.
He glared at me with those warm, honey brown eyes of his and the desire to throw him into a rut filled me.
Leaning in, I licked from his collarbone up to just behind his ear, my nose sucking in his vanilla bourbon scent and letting it make my already dizzy brain feel even dizzier.
“Fuck me, alpha,” I purred. “Make this burning heat go away.”
I felt him shudder inside of me and swell.
“You’re not in charge here, Lennon,” he said, pressing me even harder into the floral wallpaper.
I nipped his earlobe gently.
“Then show me what being in charge looks like.”
It was a challenge, like waving a red flag to a charging bull.
Maverick’s growl was almost a roar as he lifted me up high and walked us over to the wooden vanity on the other side of the room, knocking all of my beauty products on the floor and flipping me over so I could see myself in the mirror.
My blonde hair was wild, my face was flushed, and my eyes were almost completely black as I stared at myself and Maverick hilted himself completely once again.
“Look at us, omega,” he said through gritted teeth as he reached up to grip my hair in his fist. “Look.”
I arched my back, the pleasure of his thrusts making my entire body shake with satisfaction as I watched his face twist with a pleasure of his own as he worked us both to the edge of climax.
“This time when my knot goes inside of you, Len, it will be for real.”
“Yes,” I begged, my hands gripping the edge of the vanity as it knocked into the wall. “Knot me, alpha.”
