He shoots me a dark look as he heads to the door. “Don’t push it, Pitt.”
“I’m just saying…”
He stops abruptly, one foot in the hall. “Take care of her for me. I’ll go deal with Bluff.”
Not a wall I want to be a fly on, but I still hesitate. “Ark, you should talk to her.”
“The way she smells on you, she’s past consenting now.” He claps my shoulder, a hint of dominance in his voice. “Don’t let her go untended, Pitt.”
I nod, but he’s already turning away and a part of me wants to chase him down and kick his stubborn ass. But I know how important consent is to him, especially after all the shit Bookerpulled. I guess I’ll just have to do my best and hope they can talk it out, once her heat is done.
The scent of needy omega is stronger as I make it back to our floor. It licks over my skin, pulling every muscle tight and making my blood pound in my veins. I’m already stripping off my clothes as I open the door, and my heart thumps heavily in my chest as I take in the scene in our bed.
My omegas are on their knees, Wings’ chest plastered against Abbie’s back, her hair cascading around them in caramel waves. She’s rocking back against him, her thighs spread to their limit as he pushes up inside her with soft, hungry grunts. They’re both gleaming with sweat, his inked fingers plucking at her nipples as her belly quivers with the force of each thrust.
“Beautiful omegas,” I purr, only realizing after the fact that I’ve slipped into my mother tongue. Neither of them seems to mind, their faces soft with pleasure as they turn my way. “You were made for each other.”
Wings answers with a groan that makes my dick throb with envy, but Abbie is staring at me with the attention of a starving animal. I approach the bed cautiously, stripped of everything but my boxer briefs. Her gaze licks over me, her scent blooming with arousal as she takes in the hard ridge of my erection, the tip close to bursting out of my waistband. When she licks her lips, I have to clear my throat to remember how my voice box works. “Bluff is coming, sweetheart.”
“He is?”
I pause as her face lights up, that icy pinch of fear plucking at my spine again. “You sure you want me here, Abbie? We haven’t really talked about this…”
“I want you,” she says quickly, her back arching as Wings hits some sweet spot deep inside her. She blinks rapidly, her gaze clinging to mine. “Bluff doesn’t change how I feel about you, Pitt.”
It’s exactly what I need to hear, and I smile as I press a knee to the bed, only a foot from her glistening chest. Her nipples are red and swollen from Wings’ fingers, and I reach out slowly, circling a taut peak. “Tell me how it feels, butterfly. Is Wings giving you what you need?”
“Always,” she moans, gripping the arm that’s now wrapped around her waist. I watch Wings’ forearm muscles flex, Abbie’s thighs clenching with each slow, deep thrust. He’s adjusted his stance a little, pushing up hard enough to make her mouth drop open. It’s also stretching her pretty pussy to its limit, and I can’t resist finding her clit with my thumb, rubbing circles on the throbbing nub. Her pupils blow wide, her lower lip trembling as she grabs my wrist, grinding down on my hand. “I’m going to come, Alpha.”
“Come for us, beautiful.”
Watching her fall apart is almost better than feeling it, and I lean forward to catch her broken cry with my mouth. Her tongue presses against mine, and I tunnel deeper, her breathless gasps swallowed by my hungry lips. I can feel Wings still drilling into her as she falls over the edge, her slick and come rising around us in a heady mist. I lap at her slack mouth, drinking down every ounce of pleasure until she’s melting against my chest. I wrap an arm around her, my heart thudding in my ears, and catch Wings’ eye. He’s still shuddering inside her, and I grab his nape, my thumb sweeping over my calming bite. It’s slick from her pussy, and he turns his face quickly, wrapping his lips around the digit and sucking it clean.
“Fuck me,” I mutter, but they’re both sliding sideways, spooning through the last ripples of pleasure. I’m about to follow them when there’s the sound of rumbling voices at the door and it opens just enough for Bluff to slip inside. As I thought, he moves quickly for a big fucker, and I climb off the bed, putting myself right in his path. His gaze flicks down my body, butI cross my arms, all business. “How fucked up is your brain, really? On a scale of one is a headache and ten is lights out.”
To give him his due, he doesn’t seem to take offense at my blunt question. “Some days a five, other days a seven. But I can feel her through the bond. And I’ll scramble the rest of my brains before I ever hurt her.”
“She’d probably do it for you,” I grunt, because Abbie is no pushover, bond or no bond. But this is her mate, and she needs him more than she needs me, so I step aside. “Take it slowly, and get the fuck out of here if it starts to trigger you in any way.”
To my surprise, he grabs the chair next to the bureau and pulls it over to the side of the bed. “Thought I’d just watch for a bit. See how I can help out before rushing in.”
Chapter Eighteen: ABBIE
My heat is rolling through me, lighting up my throbbing nerves. I can feel Wings in my every pore, his dark chocolate scent as addicting as any drug. The perfect climax we just shared is painted all over my body, but as the door clicks behind me, I stiffen in his arms. The scent ofmatewashes over me, but I lie still, listening to the soft murmurs of deep alpha voices. I can’t make out their words, but I know there are only two of them, which is one less than I would’ve liked.
“Tell me, sweetheart.” Wings brushes a soothing hand down my quivering spine. “What’s wrong?”
I press my face to his neck, feeling like a greedy idiot. “Ark,” I whisper. “He’s not here.”
“Ah. I think he’s probably locking the club down.” He tilts my chin up, his eyes soft with compassion. “You know he’ll be thinking of your safety first.”
I nod, because it’s not like I gave him any prior warning that I was going into heat. Hell, evenIdidn’t realize what was happening until I started grinding all over Pitt’s lap.
And who am I to complain about Ark’s lack of attention,anyway? I’ve pushed him away so many times, he doesn’t know when to retreat and when to come the hell back.
“It wouldn’t work anyway,” I mutter, running my fingers over the pair of butterflies on Wings’ chest. By my fuzzy calculations, I have a couple of hours before I’ll be deep in my haze. It’s been a long time since I wasn’t muted with suppressants, but I can feel myself sliding under, my logical mind giving way to my more primal hindbrain. “Too much history. ”
Wings taps a finger on my pouting lips. “You sure about that?”
