I squeak, “Two scent matches?! How is this possible?”
“We’re sorry we didn’t court you before, or give you the option for when or where you wanted to be bonded.”
When I take a few steps closer to them, they immediately sigh in relief and pull me into their bodies, encasing me perfectly. My eyes start to water, and it feels like I could cry with how much their scents affect me. I know I should be worried and probably asking lots of other questions, but we’ll just blame it on my post-heat exhaustion for now. “Can we shower, and then maybe I’ll find it within myself to be pissed off at you two. Also I’m going to need the morning after pill…”
They both nod, and Kev whispers, “I have some in the medicine cabinet. I’ll go grab them.”
Just call me Mr. Stockholm Syndrome at this point, because I don’t see a bad side to any of this.
Does that make me a shit person?
Probably.
But I can’t find it in me to care.
I’m an omega now.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
KEV
Everything makes sense now. Why he was so quiet in his heat… A pang of sadness hits me that we weren’t able to make this heat a little more special for him. He deserves a nest curated just for him.
This was his first goddamn heat.
We were the first Alphas to ever be there for him, offering our knots for comfort. August is rubbing his face and hands all over my body, causing my purr to reach levels I’ve never heard it at.
Abel seems to be blissed out too. High on this feeling of having an omega between us. It’s everything I imagined it would be. It’s all I’ve ever dreamed of with Abel, and it feels almost too good to be true.
I’m vowing from here on out that August’s heat will be nothing but comfort in the new nest. He gets to wave his hand and bring it to life. And with Abel being a contractor, that’ll be exactly what will happen.
I lean in and press a soft kiss to Abel’s lips over August’s head, letting him know we don’t need to stress. “Fuck yes, you two are together too.” August does some motion with his armthat I can’t see fully, and Abel and I just chuckle. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but hell yes,” August adds and leans his head back on Abel’s chest.
Abel’s arms encircle August’s shoulders, and he places a kiss on the top of his head. “Let’s get you in the shower.”
As shy as I’ve seen August so far, he whispers, “Please… I’m a sticky mess.”
And the shyness won’t do. “We love you a sticky mess.” I know the look on my face tells him I’d like to eat every inch of him if he’ll let me, which brings a smile to his lips.
My cock is hardening between our bodies by the second, and he looks down, murmuring, “I’d like to give this a ride, actually aware of my surroundings…”
That sends another pang through me, hating that we weren’t able to get his consent, but he had to have our knots or he would’ve been riddled with pain from his heat—most likely would’ve needed to be sedated.
I grab his face, and he sobers when our eyes meet. “We’re sorry that we didn’t have consent before all of this. You were in so much pain, and the bonding of our scent match was inevitable.”
“This probably makes me a shitty human, but you two could do whatever you want to me.” The blush covering his cheeks is so cute, but his words make the caveman in me want to scream from the rooftops that August is mine.
“Anything?” I raise my brows in question.
He nods. “Anything.”
“That’s a good fucking omega,” Abel purrs while licking his bond mark on August’s neck.
August whimpers at Abel’s praise, and my mind immediately floats to how well he’s taken this whole situation. Maybe he’s just in shock and the shit will hit the fan soon, but I shove that thought out of my head before it comes to life. It’s obviously notover yet, and we’re planning to go to the police station to try to find out who these jackasses running the website are.
But first, we need to get ourselves in the shower and August settled in.
