“And your next heat can’t come until you’re not stressing your body to the max,” Kev begrudgingly adds from the chair beside mine.
We ended up buying the building we found him in front of almost a year ago—at his request—to build Heat Wave in. He wanted this building specifically because it gave him his power back, and it would only empower even more omegas to do the same in the future.
And who were we to argue with that?
August stops typing on his computer and groans in pain, doubling over behind his desk. I look over at Kev, my brows rising up to my hairline, silently questioning what the hell isgoing on. Like August’s body knows we’re here to help him through these pre-heat cramps, he turns to us, begging for help with his beautiful eyes.
Kev is up, moving to August’s side, petting his hair and whispering depraved shit to our omega. I would say he’s whispering sweet nothings, but fuck knows that’s not Kev’s go-to when he could easily be degrading instead.
And August eats it up.
Kev practically Alpha barks out of nowhere, “Your next heat, I’m breeding that cunt.”
I let out a nervous chuckle. “Whoa there, caveman, where the hell did that come from?”
But when my eyes find August’s—his pupils are blown—looking up at Kev from his office chair like he’s hung the moon.
“Please, Alpha, please breed my hole,” August begs, and it takes all my willpower not to knot his mouth on the spot.
Okay, hole breeding it is.
Kev has him up out of his chair in the blink of an eye, swiping anything that’s in his way off his desk, before plastering his upper body in place on it. The sea salt and coconut from Kev mesh with August’s caramel and sandalwood, making a concoction so heavy it could have me spilling every secret I have to savor their scents for just a second longer.
I watch from my chair with rapt attention as Kev slowly drags August’s pants down his thighs, freeing his slick-covered hole. August arches his back even more once he feels the air hit him, presenting his hole for his Alpha’s taking, and I bite my lip trying to hold my shit together.
“Presenting your whore of a hole for your Alpha,” Kev growls, while spreading August’s cheeks apart and spitting on it.
The moan that leaves August is nothing but a needy cry—a beg to be filled—and it has me pulling my cock out of my pants so I can fist it.
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
AUGUST
Abel moves like a predator on the hunt. Cock jutted out, belt flung open, and pants hanging low on his hips. I love teetering this line of not fully being in heat so I can be coherent to witness them together too. All the knots are for me when I’m in heat, or I would need another Alpha to service me, but any other time, I love to watch them play.
None of us could get our pants off fast enough, especially not Kev behind me. My face is plastered to my desk while Kev hammers in and out of me. That cramp hit me out of nowhere, making me double over in pain and practically beg for a knot like the needy fucking omega I am. I hate being so reliant on my Alphas when the cramps hit me like that, but I am forever thankful they take such good care of me. Sometimes I hate my biological omega shit hitting me in the middle of trying to get things done, but then I sit in this bliss of a headspace while being taken care of and take all that hate right back.
Abel’s voice cracks through the air. “Let me help you get this hole of yours free too.” Kev’s thrusting comes to a halt as hispants slide further down his thighs. “We don’t have any lube, Baby.”
Fuck, I love when they do this.
A whimper mixed with a whine leaves me immediately as Kev pulls his cock from my ass, steps to the side, and pulls my cheeks apart for Abel to see better. “Well, good thing our whore of an omega has made all this slick for us.”
“Please use me,” I beg, not above it in the slightest. The only thing causing huffs of air to slip past my lips is not being able to see them and what’s going on. But the noises of pleasure from what they’re looking at go straight to my leaking cock, in turn covering the floor. Fingers run up and down my body, through my slick. Add Kev talking me through every second and it’s enough to create a filthy picture in my mind.
I present myself again to my other Alpha, arching my back, letting him know I’m ready to be used however he sees fit. Cramps are still low in my belly but nowhere near as strong as the ones that got us into this situation.
Abel runs his cock up and down my crease, collecting all the slick that he needs, before working his way into me to coat his length to his liking. “Such a good fucking boy for us, Little Omega.” I bask in his praise but equally love the complete opposite way Kev likes to degrade in the bedroom. Having both of them is truly like having the best of both worlds.
He gets his cock covered, using me as his toy specifically for their pleasure, then frees it, filling me with his fingers to cover those as well. The omega whine that crawls up my throat is involuntary; my body needs to be filled—knotted. “I know, baby. Your Alpha is going to stuff you full, knot you, and breed this pretty hole of yours. But first I’m going to use your slick to prep his hole. Is that okay with you?”
“Oh my god, yes.” I whine again, but keep my head pressed into my desk, not wanting to have to think.
I just want to be used.
Filled.
