LAZ
Aurora’s legssqueeze my hips, her pussy hot through her tiny shorts.
Her heat is imminent, something I realized the moment I walked upstairs. Her scent was so fucking strong that I nearly came in my pants.
I shot a text to Noah asking him why the fuck he didn’t warn me.
His response was a kissy face.
Jackass.
I decide to return the favor by not inviting him to come play in our omega’s new nest. He’ll figure it out when he’s done exercising with Johan.
Until then, I’ll take care of our omega.
“You’re going to have to talk to me about limits,” I say against her mouth. “I want to make sure we properly care for you during your estrus.”
She shivers. “I don’t know what limits to set.” Her arms are around my neck as she leans back to look at me. “I just want to be claimed. That’s all I ask.”
My chest rumbles in response, my grip on her hips tensing. “Claimed while in heat or before you lose your senses?”
“Before,” she answers immediately.
I nod. “By all three of us?”
“Yes.” There isn’t a hint of hesitation in her features. Which is exactly what I want to see. “How do you feel about Noah and me sharing you? Knotting you at the same time?”
I don’t bother to ask how she feels about me and Johan having her together. She handled Noah and Johan together without even blinking. Thus, she’ll be fine with me and Johan.
Noah and I, however, will provide a very different kind of experience.
“He’s going to want to stretch your cunt and see if you can take our knots together.” It’s a blunt statement, but a true one. “Likely your ass, too. I need to know you’re okay with us… trying. Or if you want us to take you solo rather than as a unit.”
“He…” She swallows. “When he said double-knotting, I assumed he meant one of you in the front and the other… in my mouth or… or elsewhere.”
“Oh, he means that, too, darling,” I promise her. “But I know Noah. He’s going to want to see how much you can take. And I fully expect him to demand sharing your cunt with me or Johan. Likely me.”
Mostly to push my boundaries as well as Aurora’s.
Which is fine.
I welcome the experience. But only if she desires it.
The way her thighs are clenching around me right now—as well as the fresh wave of slick dampening her shorts—suggests she’s interested. Though, I want to hear her say it.
“I could barely take just him and Johan,” she whispers.
I nod. “They’re big.” I press against her. “And I’m the biggest.” Not a statement designed to stroke my ego. Just a fact. “But when you’re in heat, your body will be capable of taking a lot more than you can imagine.”
I’ve never actually pleasured an omega through her heat. Neither have the others. It’s something we’ve all waited to do with our mate.
Which means we’re going to rut her until she can’t walk.
Because we haveyearsof pent-up cravings to take out on her.
I say that as well, needing her to understand just how intense the next week of her life is going to be. “It will be hard for us to hold back,” I inform her. “However, if you set limits, we will respect them.”
One of us might have to remain sane and fight the urge to rut—and that someone will likely be me, as I’m the pack leader—but we’ll do whatever she needs us to do to keep her safe.
