And Jack still wanted him. Jack chosehim.
Beckett leaned down and nipped at the omega’s lips, making him gasp. As soon as he opened his mouth, Beckett drove inside. He was rude about it this time. He flickered his tongue over the omega’s, drew back and held his jaw as he lapped into the open, panting mouth as if he’d never even heard of the concept of manners.
If the omega wanted manners, then he should have waited for…
Actually, no. Fuck, no.
Jack would be worse.
Perhaps Beckett was the better option for his first time, his first heat, after all.
The duch panted beneath Beckett now as Beckett devoured him with kisses and moved harshly against him.
With effort that had his limbs trembling, Beckett slowed down. He blinked sweat out of his eyes and tried to look around, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the omega beneath him. He couldn’t see anything but him.
Tunnel vision. He’d heard of it. Never had it before.
Because he wanted Jack, but right now, like it or not, heneededthis man.
Beckett hushed him gently and eased some of his weight off, giving him space. He’d been grinding into him as if he was Jack.
While Beckett was still angry at the omega’s very existence, coming here and messing up Beckett’s life, he didn’t want tohurthim.
“Shhh,” he said, licking up the tears on the duch’s sweet face. “Shhh.”
The duch’s hands opened and closed on his back. He’d stopped stroking Beckett and was pulling at him, trying to get him closer even as he turned his head away.
Beckett rested a palm against his cheek and held him steady, looking down into his eyes.
The duch managed to return his intense stare, which was more than Beckett expected, even though his eyelids began to quiver and his mouth worked silently. As Beckett watched, the omega’s grey eyes darkened, went hazy, and the breath caught high in his throat. Beckett felt the soft abdomen against his own spasm. That can’t have been pleasant, he thought, and for a while he didn’t think anything else, as the omega went wild beneath him.
Beckett hadn’t experienced anything like it.
The little thing writhed under him in a brutal clenching of muscles as he started back up with that keening.
Gods, he was even louder this time.
Beckett swore and lurched forwards when the omega clawed his buttocks.
He didn’t stop there, either. He gripped Beckett’s sides, scratched his back, then did his best to heave Beckett off him. Hissing at the sting of his shredded back, Beckett lifted his hips, wondering if his weight was too much.
It wasn’t. He was after something else.
The omega squirmed a hand between them and grabbed Beckett’s shaft.
“Uhn.” The sound was punched out of Beckett, deep from his gut.
They stared at each other for a frozen moment.
And then Beckett went wild, too.
CHAPTER 4
JACK
Jack stood outside the door to Arden’s chamber for a full minute, gathering himself. His heart was racing, partly because he’d ridden day and night from the capital to get to Arden and Beckett, and partly because the moment the lights of Avendene had come into view through the dark and the rain, he’d downed a handful of rut suppressants.
Mostly, though, it was because everything he’d ever wanted was right there on the other side of the door, entwined together.
