“Yes!” they both say in perfect unison, practically pushing into the room with enthusiasm.
I laugh at their eagerness as I grab spare headphones—I always keep extras—and they drag in additional chairs, positioning themselves on either side of me.
I see that Marcy has turned everything on remotely, so I take a deep breath and launch into my usual intro with a flick of my activation button.
“Good evening, heat seekers. This isThe Heat Line, where we turn up the temperature on conversations nobody else wants to have. I’m your host, and I know I left you on a major cliffhanger for several days. Things have been absolutely hectic but also amazing, and I promise you’ll eventually find out everything.”
I pause, gathering my thoughts. “Starting with the fact that I moved in with some Alphas. I won’t say too much yet because my next investigative project is still underway and I have to be extremely careful about what I reveal publicly. But once it’s done, I will tell you everything. I promise.”
I can see calls already lighting up on my phone screen that Marcy manages.
“But since I can’t give too much away about that yet, what I do want to tell you is that today we have two very special guests. Two Alphas who have graciously agreed to answer all your burning questions.”
I grin at Mason and Dylan. “Let’s call you… Thor and Loki for tonight.”
Dylan bursts out laughing. “I’m clearly Thor.”
“You’re definitely Loki,” Mason tells him.
“Nope, I called it. I’m Thor.”
“Anyway,” I interrupt, still grinning. “Welcome toThe Heat Line, gentlemen. Remember, everyone, no real names. We don’t reveal identifying information here, and this is a judgment-free zone. First caller, you’re on.”
“Hi, longtime listener, first-time caller,” a woman’s voice comes through. “So does this mean you’ve finally found your scent matches? Is that why you moved in with them?”
I laugh, unable to hide my happiness. “I can’t keep secrets from you all, can I? Yes. The answer is yes. These Alphas are incredible and everything I wanted but was too afraid to let myself find for the longest time. I always believed the damage my first pack did to me was somehow normal, and I was terrified of being hurt again, of being rejected again. But these guys… they’re different. They’re patient and kind, and they actually value me.”
“That’s so beautiful,” the caller says. “I’m so happy for you.”
“Thank you. Next caller?”
“Yes, hi,” another woman says. “I have a question for your Alpha guests. Two different Alphas told me that Alphas don’t go down on females because it’s not an Alpha thing and it’s beneath them. Am I wrong to think they’re full of shit?”
Both Mason and Dylan burst out laughing.
“Oh, they’re completely full of it,” Dylan says immediately.
“Absolutely,” Mason agrees. “We’re all about pleasuring our Omega. It’s literally our favorite thing.”
I jump in quickly. “Remember, this is a safe and protected space to talk freely about sex and preferences. There’s no judgment here.”
“Right,” Dylan says, and he’s grinning too widely. “Personally, I love going down on my Omega. Tongue penetration, licking, the sounds she makes, watching what it does to her—it’s incredible. Drives her absolutely wild, and that turns me on so much.”
I’m blushing furiously, fanning myself with my hand even though nobody can see me.
“And if a man won’t do that for a woman,” Mason adds, his voice taking on that warm tone, “then there’s probably an issue there. Something you need to talk about with him to understand what’s blocking him. Because it’s not just for the woman’s pleasure. We genuinely love it.”
“It’s intimate,” Dylan continues. “You’re that close to her, tasting her, feeling her reactions, making her come apart with just your mouth. What’s not to love?”
“Okay!” I interrupt, fanning myself harder. “That was definitely a hot answer, and I am legitimately overheating right now. Next question before I combust.”
The caller giggles. “Oh my God, please tell me these are two of your Alphas. Please.”
“Oh, they definitely are,” I confirm. “And I can personally attest to everything they just said about loving to make me happy.”
She giggles again. “This is so hot. I’m living vicariously through you right now.”
“Next caller,” I say quickly, my face burning.
