Skylar and Rhodes freeze, the bags Rhodes brought forgotten on the table.
“You can smell us,” Skylar says in awe. “How?”
“My blocker cream only lasts for twenty-four hours, give or take per use. I usually layer it a second time halfway through the day because I don’t really trust that lifespan, but yesterday was so busy, I forgot to,” I explain. “I was shocked when I found myself tied to a bed again, and also sleeping between my scent matches.”
“You ran,” Skylar reminds me, his lips pursed in disappointment before he forces himself to take a breath. “I need to let that go for now, but I am pretty upset about it. You need our attention more than I need to pout.”
The resounding unspoken words of“because you don’t want us”ring in the room.
“I also found out I was going into heat at the same time,” I admit. “I’ve never spent my heat with anyone. Ever. I was overwhelmed and needed space.”
“How is space going for you?” Rhodes asks, grabbing a bottle of water and stalking toward me.
Pushing me onto my back as he climbs onto the bed and straddles my body, he smirks at my whimper as the toy shifts in my ass. Rhodes sits on my pelvis, his hand cold as he adjusts my dick, making me gasp. Laying back makes the dildo feel so much more intense, and my eyes cross slightly at how full I am.
Skylar walks over and fixes a pillow under my head, and then Rhodes is cracking the top open of the bottle and presses it to my lips.
“Don’t be a brat,” he says. “We came well prepared for a special gremlin omega who doesn’t want to behave.”
I can’t ask what he means by that since I’m currently drinking in an attempt not to drown as my throat works to swallow. The water is really cool, and feels amazing.
“That should be enough,” Rhodes murmurs, pulling back the bottle. His fingers continue to pinch my chin, and I raise my brows in anticipation of what he’s going to say next. “We need to change these sheets. Go shower with Skylar, and I’ll take care of the bed with the bedding I pinched from the housekeeping cart.”
“Stealing, huh?” I ask weakly, allowing him to help me stand.
“Oh. You still have the toy buried inside you, huh. How long is it going to stay there?” Rhodes asks, checking out my ass.
“Until it falls out,” I shrug. “It’s supposed to work like an alpha’s knot.”
“Meh. The real thing is better,” he grumbles, spanking my asscheek.
Unfortunately, it makes me clench, and my asshole pushes out more slick, thinking I’m aroused and ready for more. While I am very worked up, I’m alright for now.
“Wait, I forgot something,” Rhodes says as I begin to walk away in a daze.
Turning me back toward him, he dips my body down to kiss me hard. The only reason it works is because he’s so much bigger than I am, and my fingers fist his hair, despite how dirty they are. His lips are firm and soft as he coaxes my mouth open, and his tongue is equally greedy as he pushes it inside to play.
He’s a really good fucking kisser.
“Go shower so you can upgrade your dildo for my cock,” he growls against my lips.
Swallowing hard, I say, “What if it won’t fit?”
“Half the fun is finding out,” he grunts, smirking as he stands me upright. Rhodes acts like the fun-loving alpha, but I’m finding he also enjoys being in charge.
How the hell did they find me?
Another draft of cold air makes me shiver, and I begin looking for where it’s coming from.
“I may have broken a pane of glass to unlock it from the outside,” Skylar says unrepentantly, walking me toward the bathroom. “You need to shower and then a soak in the tub. I have things to help how sore you are. Is every heat like this?”
I wait until the water is running before I nod. Realizing he’s checking the temperature of the shower and not looking at me, I clear my throat.
“They’re all bad, but the scent matching is making it worse,” I admit.
His intense gaze as it shifts in my direction makes me cringe before he shakes his head in defeat.
“You need to get used to being ours,” he says finally, pulling me into the shower before following me in. “Wash the important parts and your hair. Rhodes and I plan to cover you in our cum. Possessive doesn’t touch what we’re feeling.”
