Abel drags his nose up our omega’s neck, and I warn, “Don’t you dare fucking bite him, Abel. I can feel the obsession through the bond already.”
Abel snaps back, “And I can feel yours too. He’s ours. No one can have him.”
My cock has been hard since before we got out of the SUV, and I know Abel is sporting the same erection. “Come on, we need to get him in a nest and knotted; he’s burning up.” I run through the plan I have in my head while reaching out to help Abel get him into the car, but his Alpha growl has me pulling my hand back quicker than I stuck it out.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Baby.” Abel is quick to apologize.
“Let’s get him home.”
As I watch Abel get to his feet with the sweet little omega still gripped in his arms, I remember how strong Abel is. Not that August looks like he weighs anything over a buck fifty. Abel works construction and doesn’t lift in the gym nearly as much as I do, but he could easily out-bench and squat me any day.
Nothing beats naturally grown muscle from everyday use.
Even when I was playing football professionally, he would keep up with me when he’d randomly go to the gym with me. I’m a retired old man—thirty-three now, but playing in the league in my late twenties was too much on my body—but I still go to the gym to maintain my body.
I jog around Abel, opening the back door for him to easily get in with August in his arms. The possessive growl coming from Abel’s chest has my cock practically leaking—fuck, it’s been too long since I’ve seen him like this.
August looks like he’s trying to crawl into Abel’s skin. His face is still nuzzled into his neck taking deep inhales as his hips grind up and down right on Abel’s lap. I climb into the front seat, somehow breathing my way through the thick sandalwood and sickly sweet caramel combining with Abel’s chocolate and bergamot, and push the button to roar the engine to life as their scents seep into all my senses.
When I look in the rearview mirror, Abel appears to barely be holding it together as he takes a deep inhale of our scents hot boxing the confined space. It’s like the perfect chocolate-caramel candy. “You cannot go into a rut and bond with him, Abel. I know what you’re thinking.” I can feel it thrumming through our bond. He wants to claim him.
Bad.
That has his eyes shooting up to meet mine in the rearview mirror, finally looking at me. “I’ll try to hold it together.”
August’s whimper is like a knife to the heart, and that has me giving Abel the green light. “Help him, Abel. But stay in control.”
CHAPTER
THREE
ABEL
My omega.
My scent match.
Kev’s scent match too.
There’s nothing more as an Alpha that you dream of. Finding a scent match for yourself is a rare occurrence. But then our little omega stumbled into our lives—more so, got dumped into our lives—and he just so happens to be made for the both of us.
“I can’t wait any longer, Baby, he needs my knot… Listen to him.”
“Just don’t bond him. Give him your knot; he needs it before his fever gets out of hand.” I see Kev grip and adjust himself through his jeans, and I grin. He may act like this omega isn’t getting to him, but I know for a fact he’s his scent match too. There’s going to be no denying himself when it comes to August. Kev’s not going to be able to—physically.
I whisper to August, “Hold onto my neck, Little Omega. I’m going to get my knot out for you.” The moan that he lets loose is enough to have pre-cum lining my boxers. “Desperate for my knot, aren’t you, Little Omega?”
He whimpers, “Mhmm.” That’s the first acknowledgment of any sort we’ve gotten from him, and it’s enough for me.
I pop the button open on my jeans and release my heavy cock. August’s hands find it immediately, stroking me in a quick motion that has my head falling back on the head rest. I can only imagine what his tight, slick hole is going to feel like wrapped around me.
He pleads with me, almost too quiet to hear, “Please…”
My body responds to him in a way I’ve never felt before. Like a string is tied to me and he’s dragging me to him with the other end. I’ve never experienced an omega and surely haven’t been a part of a heat. We learned about them in school, but I am wholly unprepared for this.
Kev was the first person I ever felt the need to have a partnership with, but I can already tell that August is going to belong to us for the rest of our lives. I just hope my body doesn’t betray me and go into rut. Hurting an omega is the last thing I want to do, and not having consent pre-heat from August isn’t ideal, but I refuse to let him suffer with no knots.
August’s pants have been completely forgotten—probably on the floorboard by now. When he straddles my lap, I grab his face, gazing into his mossy-green eyes that seem to let me see into the depths of his soul.
