What did that Alpha say her name was? Addison?
Yeah, that's it. Addison.
“Mine.” The word comes out as a low, guttural possessive sound.
Her chest heaves, breaths coming in heavy pants. She looks like a frightened animal.
She tries to step back, but I don’t let her.
I see Carson step up behind her, boxing her between the two of us. I don’t have to look at his face to tell he’s feeling exactly what I am.
But I do, eyes darting up quickly to find his dark and wanting, locked on the little Omega in my arms.
Addison lets out another small whimper, tilting her head back to look up at Carson. “Oh shit,” she whispers as his scent hits her and she realizes she’s just met not one, but two of her scent matches.
If I were in my right mind, I’d be freaking out right now. The last thing we expected was to find our scent match. Not when we were so close to letting PastelPrincess know our feelings for her.
Right now, at this moment, she doesn’t matter. Only Addison does.
Every part of me screams to kiss her, taste her, fuck her. Bite her and make her mine. I can tell Carson is thinking the same thing. His Alpha pheromones are coming off him in waves, and mix together with mine as they tangle with Addison’s sweet perfume.
Seconds pass, and none of us says a word, letting everything sink in. The longer we have Addison trapped between us, the stronger her perfume becomes.
When I smell the gush of slick she releases, my eyes flutter closed. Inhaling deeply, my eyes roll back, the arm around her waist tightens even more, and I can’t help the roll of my hips, grinding my thick cock against her stomach.
This time she moans, and when my eyes open, I know they’re feral.
She stares me right in the eyes, no fear, no hesitation. Maybe it’s because she’s going into heat, her scent is so damn strong it could knock out a room full of Alphas. Maybe she’s fully embracing this moment, the fact that we’re meant to be hers, and she's ours.
The universe has spoken, and who are we to deny fate?
“Alpha,” she breathes out the word, a soft whisper on her tempting lips.
That single word has me snapping. I cradle the back of her head with my free hand and bring my lips down to hers in a punishing, claiming kiss.
Addison parts her lips with a whimper, letting me slide my tongue in and over hers. She moans, her hands grasp my suit jacket, pulling herself closer like she can’t get enough.
As I kiss Addison, Carson’s hands roam her body, his lips brushing against her bare shoulder before he starts to leave open-mouth kisses.
Addison releases more slick, soft whimpers and whines that drive us crazy. My mouth waters, wanting to get on my kneesand taste her for myself, make her feel good, take away the ache I know she has for us right now.
So I do.
Ripping my lips from Addison’s, we both stare at one another with wide, wanting eyes, lips wet and swollen from our kisses.
Her chest heaves, her breasts moving along with every breath she takes.
I keep my eyes locked on hers as I slowly drop to my knees. She bites her lip, whining when she understands what I’m about to do.
Carson wraps his arm around her, letting her lean back against him for support.
Reaching under her black gown, my hands glide up her soft thighs. She watches me with hooded eyes, lips parted, breathing low and quick.
When I find her panties, I wrap my fist around the small scrap of fabric and rip it right off her.
She whimpers, and I grin up at her wickedly, knowing I’m going to drag so many more sounds from her sweet lips.
“Keep her quiet.” My voice is gruff, my control just hanging on. “I don’t want anyone knowing what our Omega sounds like while her Alpha worships her cunt like the fucking queen she is.”
