I’m in so much trouble.
I’m warm and achy when I stretch in my sleep. I’m wedged on top of someone. Their chest rises and falls under my cheek with their steady breathing. My nose twitches, and it becomes clear that it’s Cormac.
There’s a warm hand on my ass, and most of my right side is caged in by another body.
Malachy.
His beard rests on my arm and shoulder as he sleeps curled around me. His electric smell blends so damn perfectly with Cormac’s petrichor scent, and my body thrums with need.
This is a problem.
The suppressants aren’t back to functioning at one hundred percent. There’s every possibility that being in such close proximity to compatible alphas is hurting their ability to work like they should. Missing several doses didn’t help anything.
My core clenches around nothing as a wave of cramps rips through my abdomen, and I groan, grinding over Cormac’s pelvis. The poor guy is trapped—not only under me, but also partially under Malachy.
My eyes pop open, and I lean up enough that I’m no longer glued to his chest.
“Hi,” he says softly.
I jolt.
I hadn’t realized he was awake, but he is, and he looks different without his glasses.
Cormac is always handsome.
With his glasses.
Without.
It doesn’t matter.
I just really likehim.
“Hi,” I whisper, wiggling my hips.
He’s not fully hard, at least it doesn’t feel like he is, but I bet I can get him there in no time.
“You’re warm again,” he whispers, bringing his hand to my neck. “I was considering waking you. I just thought you could use the rest.”
I’m not sure what comes over me.
I dive for his lips, elbowing Malachy in the process.
My face twists into a frown, but I can’t apologize with Cormac’s tongue in my mouth.
Cormac holds my cheek, his fingers digging into my hairline as he takes over the kiss. My body buzzes with need, and I sob. It comes out muffled, but Cormac growls in response.
I pull back to breathe, and I blurt out, “I really need you inside me. Your knot. I need it. You. God, why can’t I speak?”
“Shh,” Malachy says from my side. “We’ve got you. You don’t have to beg.” He pushes up and moves to kneel next to me and Cormac. “How about we get you out of your clothes?”
I nod, moving until I’m fully kneeling over Cormac.
Malachy loops his hands under the bottom of his T-shirt that I’m wearing, ripping it off over my head. My hair falls over my skin, and even the light brush of it is too much. Gathering it, I use the length to tie it up in a bun on the top of my head.
“Are you… Do you want me?” I stare at Cormac as I ask, because I don’t want Malachy to assume he’s okay with something when he’s really not.
“I haven’t done this before, but I want you.” Cormac brushes his thumb over my cheek. “It’s probably a good thing Malachy is around to help out. I don’t want to embarrass myself.”
