They were my Scent Matches?
God, no.
Nope.
Couldn’t be.
“No,” I croaked, my voice unrecognizable.
But as much as I tried to deny it, my body’s reaction to them was unmistakable. Not with their searingly delicious smell infesting my soul.
Slick gathered between my legs at an alarming rate. Soon, my mind would turn into a jumble, and all I would want was to be fucked and knotted. A shiver trembled down my spine.
Did they know?
It was something I couldn’t consider focusing on because my body was turning against me. I whined, the sound bursting from my Omega instinct.
Kyan’s eyes widened, and Sinclair’s twitch sent him into action. Elias growled, but Kyan shouldered past Sinclair; he was the first to me, his chocolate scent filling my nostrils.
A moan crawled from my throat.
Kyan charged for me, heaving for breath, his nostrils flaring. More slick dripped down my thighs, ruining the other pair of shorts he’d purchased me. A quick shove had them to my ankles, and I stepped out of the fabric, bolting to meet his wide stride.
Kyan swept me into his arms, and my hands on his shoulders helped me hoist myself up and wrap my legs around his waist. He caught my ass and ground me against his covered cock.
I was lost to the haze—my body guided me.
I reached down, and all it took was a shove of his sweats for his cock to bounce out. Kyan slammed inside me. His thick cock stretched me suddenly. Without the slick I produced, it would have stung. I arched my spine to lower myself all the way down his shaft until his knot was inside me.
I screamed, my fingers flexing into his hard, bare shoulders.
“Briar,” he moaned, stumbling forward until my ass was pressed into a counter. He tugged at the buttons covering my breasts, his hands shaking so much that he couldn’t get them undone. He snarled and ripped it open; theplinkof the flying buttons was music to my ears.
Kyan cupped both of my breasts, his thumbs rubbing my nipples. I cried out, my channel clamping onto him, squeezing until I could feel every inch of his girth.
After sliding my hands up his strained neck, I sank my fingers into the back of his soft hair.
“Fuck me,” I gasped. I was gone, and my Omega instinct had taken the reins.
With my ass perched on the counter edge, he pumped his hips in a rough, slapping rhythm. He didn’t stop his violent pace. All of my body was hyper-focused on his claim.
“More,” I cried, prying my eyes open and meeting Sinclair’s heated gaze. Elias stood, frozen, shoulders shaking. “Kyan!”
“Shh, Briar, we’ll take care of you,” he growled, the phrase almost unintelligible.
His knot rubbed against my clit with each thrust. My orgasm was sudden and bone-rattling. I yanked and tugged at Kyan’s hair, writhing like a madwoman.
Kyan didn’t stop thrusting, fucking me hard through the orgasm. Shivers trembled down my legs, turning them into Jell-O.
Kyan hoisted me up and propped me on his waist. He started walking.
“More,” I snarled, pulling on his hair.
He wheezed, his hips arching to bounce me on his shaft, as he strode toward the living room. Kyan slowed his strides.
A hand slid around my front, and all I had was a flash of tattoos. Then, another cock probed my entrance.
Sinclair guided his pierced tip inside me and stopped.
