Shit, they were having a good time, and I squirmed.Soon.I’d be with them soon.
In the kitchen, Wes held a drill, and Jett had some lock-picking tools.
“What’s wrong?” Those weren’t my preferred heat accessories.
“They locked us out. We can’t find the key.” Wes frowned, hurt coming through the bond. “I called and knocked and everything.”
“There’s no key, remember. They locked us out? Oh, that’s weird. Maybe they wanted her to feel safe and forgot we needed a new lock? Let's go pick some locks.” Yeah, had been next on the to-do list. I followed them down the stairs to the basement and was hit with a wall of their scent and felt something well up inside me.
“She smells okay, right? Not sick?” Wes seemed a little nervous.
“Grace smells fantastic,” I agreed. Mmmm, I needed some of that. Yes, I needed to make a whole lot of Grace sandwiches. I’d make her heat so good.
Jett paused. “Brennan doesn’t feel okay.”
“What? He feels like he’s having a great time,” I replied, as we headed toward the nest. I was a little curious about Brennan and Spencer being with her. Sure, they were both alphas, which made sense, but it’s not like they were used to working together.
“Too great.” Jett’s look grew concerned.
Too great? How could he be having too much fun fucking Grace? Such a thing didn’t exist.
I sniffed the air again, trying to get the undercurrents. Oh? “Brennan? In rut?”
Huh. I could count the times he’d been in rut on one hand. Even when he let go during a heat, he rarely went into rut.
Something blazed through me, like sweet fire, lighting up my soul.
“Did he just bond her?” Wes rubbed his chest, running toward the nest.
“We’ll get to her. She’s okay with them,” Jett soothed as we got to the door. He banged on it. “Bren, it’s us, let us in.”
There was no answer.
Jett got out the lock picks. The urge to push Wes up against the wall and make out with him consumed me. The scents, the pheromones, the feelings, it was so much. A little whine slipped from my lips as the urge to fuck and be fucked consumed me.
“I know. I feel it too. It’s not Brennan bonding with her. It’s that my mate is in heat and I need to be there.” Wes brought me to his chest and held me tight.
It was a completely understandable feeling. I wanted to be with her too, and I wasn’t an alpha.
“This was why I thought we should install an electronic lock down here that we can open with our phones. But no, since we hardly use it, no one thought we needed one,” Jett sighed, as he struggled with the lock picks.
“Should I just kick it down?” I asked. “I’m feeling pretty capable after tonight.”
“If I drill the pins out, we can at least close it. I’m worried if we break the door that she might not feel safe and it will interrupt her heat and she’ll get sick,” Wes replied.
“True.” I sucked in a breath as it felt like they started again. But then knots could deflate faster during heats, especially when female omegas were involved.
“Should I get out the drill? I’m pretty sure we have the right bits.” Wes started kissing me.
Yes, please.
“Wait… come on, be a good lock for me,” Jett muttered.
There was noise coming from the room. And not just sex noises.
“Grace keeps singing about dicks to the tune of Volkov.” Jett chuckled. “Okay, almost there… Yes, talk to me.”
Jett opened the door and…
