“Our hotel room, now,” Carson demands. I can tell he’s also struggling to keep it together.
Pulling my mouth from Addison’s, she whimpers. “Shhh.” I cup her cheek. “We got you, Sweet Girl, but we need to get out of here. Are you okay with coming to our hotel room with us? We’ll take such good care of you.”
She nods eagerly. “Please.”
I look at Carson, and he nods. “I’ll call an Uber.”
I’m aware we’re about to leave this party with a girl we don’t know. Better yet, she’s about to leave with guys she doesn’t know.
We’re strangers. But that doesn’t matter anymore, does it? Because what we really are is fated for one another. We would never, ever do something to put Addison in danger or hurt her intentionally.
I just hope when the fog fades, we don’t regret whatever is about to happen.
I can’t speak for anyone but myself, but I know I won’t have any. Whatever happens, it’s meant to be. I truly believe it.
Still, I know not everything is that easy. Reality will kick back in, and we’ll be left dealing with the aftermath of our choices.
Chapter 9
Addison
My body is hot, like I’m on fire, and the only thing that can put me out are these two insanely attractive Alphas who currently have their hands all over me in the back seat of the Uber.
They asked me to go back to their hotel, and I agreed. Normally, that is not something I’d ever do; I know it’s a very stupid thing to do with men you just met. I’m not a one-night stand kind of girl.
Hell, I’m not the anything kind of girl because I’m a virgin. The only thing that’s been inside me is a knotted toy.
However, right now I’m not Addie the cautious Omega. I’m Addie, the horny as fuck, need these two inside me right fucking now, Omega.
I’m not completely out of it, at least not yet. I am very much capable of changing my mind. I could ask them to take me home if I really wanted to.
But I don’t. That sounds like the worst idea right about now.
Anyway, these men aren’t exactly strangers, right? I mean, theyaremy scent matches.
Holy fuck, they’re my scent match Alphas. I know when my heat is over, and my mind has cleared, I’m going to have an existential crisis about this massive curveball that fate has sent my way.
On a positive note, if these two are meant to be my Alphas, that means I can drop those motherfucking assholes who think they are doing me a favor. Please. I pity whatever Omega ends up with them.
It’s not going to be me, thank god.
Guess I don’t have to follow Elliot’s plan after all. The plan came to me.
I don’t have it in me to be upset about it right now. I’m too needy, too hot, and these Alphas smell amazing.
What are these Alpha’s names anyway?
Pulling my mouth from the guy who I used for support while his buddy ate me out like a porn star, I look into his brown eyes. “If I’m going to have your knots inside me by the end of the night, and for the next three days, I should probably ask for your names.” I’m panting heavily, grinding my soaked bare pussy against this man's stiff cock.
Chest heaving, his lips kick up. He really is pretty. Brown hair, brown eyes, killer smile. “Carson,” he chuckles.
“And the man whose face was between my thighs?” I look over to the other Alpha.
He gives me a wicked grin. “Name’s Reid, Sweet Girl.”
“Mhhm,” I hum, letting my eyes close as he runs a fingertip over the swell of my breast, shivering at the contact.
Carson smells like cardamom and honey, while Reid smells like cinnamon and sandalwood. I want to roll around in their scents, have them coat me in their pheromones.
