“You needed her scent to help calm you through the rest of the heat,” I guess. His head bobs, cheek rubbing against the fabric. I watch him closely, memorizing the soft look in his eyes as it slowly turns to heat, and he falls into another haze.
I may not be able to belong to them after this heat, but I’ll cherish these moments that gave me a glimpse of the future I want.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Fosterand I have been through many heats together. Years’ worth. This is the first time he’s felt something for our heat helper. From the moment he stepped into the main room and met Manny, caught hints of the Beta’s white tea and sage scent, his bond pulsed with interest. There is chemistry between them. Thick enough to make my cock pulse as I watch Foster writhe in the other man’s lap.
Over the first few days, I thought my mate’s interest was shared, but after the meltdown over Hannah’s scent, Manny pulled away. Gone are the pet names whispered in Spanish, as are the hushed conversations during Foster’s periods of lucidity. I imagine this is the Manny shown to every Omega who requests him to assist with their heats, and the glimpse of him we got was his true personality.
“Alpha,” Foster whines, hips jerking to thrust his cock through Manny’s grip. I shuffle to join them, biting back a frown when the Beta tries to move away. My mate stops him, twisting so fast it sends them both to their backs on the floor. “No,” he growls, baring his teeth.
My lips roll, hiding the amused smile threatening to cover my face. The wide-eyed look Manny gives him is so fucking cute.He melts against the mattress when Foster pushes their lips together, tongue darting out to lick across the seam.
Palming Foster’s ass, I straddle Manny’s thighs and slowly push into my Omega. Is it rude to fuck my mate on top of the other man when it’s clear he’s struggling with his emotions? Probably, but I’m not stopping. I have a feeling Foster is going to track this Beta down after his heat and convince him to join our pack. This is only a taste of the debauchery to come.
“Fuck yes,” Foster groans. He shifts to lean on one arm, eyes trained where his cock rubs against Manny’s. I keep my pace steady as he drops a hand between them and grips them both, spitting onto their lengths to smooth the glide.
Reaching down, I cup my hand below my balls and collect the slick leaking down them. My weight presses against Foster’s back as I slip my arm around his side and wrap my palm around their hard lengths. Both of them moan, loud and sharp, making my balls feel heavy. The need to cover them in my cum roared to the surface. Slick from my hand coats them, allowing me to work them in time with my shallow thrusts into Foster’s ass.
Slapping skin, heavy pants, and the sweetest moans fill the air. It’s pure bliss.
The only thing that would make this moment better is having Hannah here with us. All her glorious curves on display as she takes both of their cocks.
“That feels too good. I’m going to come,” Manny huffs, head thrown back and eyes closed. That won’t do. I need him to watch. To see our faces as we push him over the edge.
Foster follows the flurry of emotions cascading down our bond and grips Manny’s cheeks, squeezing until those stunning violet eyes pop open. “I-I-I’m-” His words choke off, tapering into a drawn-out whimper. Cum coats my hand as he jerks in my grip. My knot bumps against Foster’s ass, so sensitive it hurtsas I push in and lock inside him. He reaches his peak, too; his release joining Manny’s.
We’re all breathless and gasping for air when I carefully shift to a kneeling position. I stare down at Manny, letting him watch as I lick their combined release from my fingers. He shudders, more cum spurting onto his stomach. My lips twitch into a smirk, but I don’t comment. Not with Foster on the verge of sleep between us. Instead, I guide my Omega onto his side—gently, so that I don’t hurt him with my knot still swollen—and let him sprawl halfway across the Beta’s chest.
The time between hazy periods is lessening, which means the heat is almost over. We’ll work on convincing Manny to see us again after it fades.
Hair tickles my nose, rousing me from a deep sleep. Keeping my eyes closed, I raise my hand and rub it along Foster’s back. His lemon scent fills my senses, already back to its usual mellow tartness instead of the sugary sweet note it takes on during his heat. Cool skin meets my palm, confirming my suspicion. My Omega’s heat is over.
We lie like that until I feel his thoughts race. Blinking against the afternoon light, I scan the room. Manny isn’t in here, which isn’t surprising. He’s been awake before us throughout the heat, making food or starting a shower to ensure our basic needs are met.
Foster rouses, smiling up at me and pecking my lips before peeling himself away from my body. “Fates, I feel disgusting. There is way too much cum dried to my skin right now.”
A laugh startles out of me, loud in the quiet room. He smacks me with a pillow on his way out of the nest, ass swaying as he crawls away. “Come on, Shep, let’s shower so we can start cleaning up. I’m ready to get home to our girls.”
Thoughts of seeing Hannah and Kaitlin have me hurrying after him. Five days away from them is too long. Especially with her family and ex-husband currently unaccounted for. Donovan would have sent word to the hotel if something had happened, so I know they are safe. I won’t fully believe that until I see them with my own eyes.
After a thorough shower, I send Foster to find Manny and eat something while I sort through the nesting materials. The ones we brought with us will go back to the apartment to be cleaned and put back into his nest. Any that came with the suite get stacked in the corner for their housekeeping team to handle.
Panic lances our bond seconds before the door slams open. “He’s gone!” Foster shouts, teary eyes locked on me.
“Who’s gone?” I ask, reaching to pull him into my arms. My brain clicks on a second later, and it hits me. He means Manny.Well, fuck.I hadn’t expected him to leave as soon as Foster’s heat broke. Now, I’m left dealing with a distraught Omega still running on post-heat hormones.
“I’m sorry, Baby,” I whisper, holding him close.
“He’s supposed to be ours, Shep. Even without a Fated connection, I felt it. The pull. Hefits.” His head tilts up, tear-stained cheeks rubbing against my jaw. “So why did he leave?”
Pressing my nose to his, I let a purr rumble to life in my chest. “I don’t know. There could be a lot of reasons. Something as simple as needing to get back to work, or as complex as not being ready for a pack.”
A shudder wracks his body, and he presses closer, legs wrapping around my hips so he’s sitting on my thighs. “I want him back.”
There’s nothing I can do to change things, not until he’s recovered from the heat and we’re settled back at home. Only then can I try to reach out to Manny to find out why he left as hurriedly as he did. “I know this hurts, Omega, but if I promise to find out more about Manny later, can we grab our stuff and head home? You’ll be able to cuddle on the couch with Hannah and Kaitlin.”
That perks him up a little, calming his sniffles. He dries his face and agrees, muttering beneath his breath about stupid male Betas and Omega hormones. I chuckle as I put his nesting materials into the bin and lock the lid tight.
