And if I’m burning, I’m not ready for it to stop for this pack of Alphas.
I should probably feel guilty. Three Alphas. Two days.
But I don’t.
There’s no shame in craving something that feels this electric, this alive. No regret in wanting more of what makes me forget every wound I’ve ever carried.
Still, I’m not naïve. I know exactly what I’m doing, how stories like this usually end.
With someone getting burned. And I’ve never been great at fireproofing my heart.
Dylan pulls my shirt up and over my head, then strips it away and lets it fall to the floor without a glance, like nothing else in the world matters right now but this, me, here, in his arms, in my jeans and black lace bra. His gaze trails down over my body, slowly. “Goddamn.”
Something deep in my chest clenches at his reaction. It’s not just lust. It’s worship. And it makes my skin burn in the best way.
His mouth brushes the top of my chest, warm and coaxing, while his fingers slide under the straps of my bra and ease them down my arms.
Beside me, a low, approving sound rumbles against my shoulder. Mason’s mouth follows it, lips hot and searching against my skin like he’s reading something only he can see written there.
“Do you believe in forever, angel?” Mason asks softly.
I moan before I can stop myself. Not just from what they’re doing to my body, but from the things they’re unearthing that I thought I’d buried for good.
“I already tried that,” I whisper, my voice too raw, too honest. “Thought I’d found it. Turned out, I was just the one who got left behind.” My throat tightens, and I force a smile to make it feel less painful than it actually was. “So if you’re asking if I’m applying for membership, I’m probably not your girl.”
Mason stills. Dylan’s lips pause mid-kiss, breath warm against my chest.
The mood shifts, subtle but sharp.
“You really know how to throw a wrench in a fantasy,” I say lightly, trying to pull them back to the heat, to now, because I’m not ready to drown in memories. Not tonight.
I tug Dylan closer, fingertips digging into his back. “Less feelings. More kissing.”
His hand comes to my jaw, tilting my face up, not rough, but firm enough to steal the air from my lungs. His eyes are green fire, lit from somewhere I can’t reach.
“It guts me,” he says quietly, “that someone made you think you weren’t worth forever.”
The words slide under my skin, unexpected and devastating.
Before I can respond, Dylan’s mouth is on mine, hungry, claiming, like he’s trying to kiss the past out of me. I rise to meet him, threading my hands into his hair, needing the grounding as everything in me starts to unravel.
And maybe this is a mistake. I’m setting myself up for heartbreak all over again, except right now, I’m wrapped in theheat of their touch and the way they look at me like I’m already theirs.
And I don’t want to stop.
Mason’s fingers find the clasp of my bra and release it like he’s been waiting his whole life to do it. The straps slide down my arms, and the fabric falls, forgotten somewhere around me.
They both pull back, their gazes dragging over every inch of newly exposed skin from my waist up.
Dylan is breathing hard. “Fucking perfect.”
My heart stutters.
Mason doesn’t waste time, his hands already at the button of my jeans, fingers steady, but his gaze holds mine like a dare. “Whatever bullshit your last pack put you through,” he murmurs, voice dark and threaded with heat, “they were fools. You don’t let an Omega like you go. Not ever.”
I open my mouth to respond, but nothing comes out.
His eyes soften, just a flicker, and then he flashes me a grin that weakens my knees. “But lucky for us, that means we get a shot.”
