I whimper when I realize I’m going to get to knot her.
It feels so good, Hestia squeezing me tighter and tighter, head thrown back as she stretches herself over me.
She pauses after her pussy envelopes me, and I’m tense as I wait for permission.
Hestia tilts her head to watch me before saying, “Come.”
My knot inflates instantly and I pump my come deep inside her. The sensation is so sudden, so intense, it blinds me to anything but her.
My mate’s body hugging me tight, her breathless noises as she comes with me after allowing me to lock us together and fill her with come.
My orgasm rolls on and on as I give my omega everything I have.
Her face is the last thing I see before I lose consciousness.
Chapter 37
Hestia
Ikeep my eyes closed as if that will stop my thoughts from rushing back in. I focus on the soft cloth running over my skin, the herbal scent of the soap. The warm water is relaxing my sore muscles after being folded every which way for the past several days.
Right after I woke up, Cato whisked me away for a bath, my heat having apparently broken overnight. I vaguely remember them washing me several times during my heat, but this is the first time I feel totally present for it.
One of the thoughts beating on my brain is that I wish my heat hadn’t ended. Or more accurately, that we didn’t have to go back to being just teammates.
But I can’t think about depressing thoughts like that now. With my post-heat hormone fluctuations, I’m very likely to start crying, and I don’t want to have to explain what’s upsetting me.
Cato is shampooing my hair, and I moan when fingers massage my scalp, quickly biting my lip to stifle it.
Icannotmoan in front of them anymore.
Just because they helped me with my heat doesn’t mean anything has changed.
I hold back a whimper as he runs his fingers through my hair, gently combing out the tangles from rolling around on mattresses.
As much as I enjoyed being with them, I wish they hadn’t been forced into helping me. I wanted to wait until we were free to choose to be together after my training is over.
But my stupid heat ruined that.
I’m glad Cato brought me up here so I can process things in relative privacy. I wouldn’t want to be completely alone, not with my hormones urging me to be coddled by my alphas.
Speaking of alphas, I’ve been trying to block out the intimate details of what we did during my heat since that’s too much vulnerability to process yet. But it’s strange, I could swear I remember Cato having a knot.
Maybe my omega just jumbled up my memories. He smells like a beta now, delicious and chocolaty, but distinct from an alpha.
His scent has always been stronger than other betas, and now I know why. With everyone’s descenters and suppressants worn off, it’s undeniable.
I’m scent matched to my bosses.
Drugs and air filters can’t completely hide scent matches from each other, which is why I relied on good old self-denial while living with them for weeks.
Except during my heat, Cato smelled like an alpha. His chocolate scent was richer and deeper than it is now, and I don’t think it was just from arousal.
An image of his face, partially covered by a muzzle, appears in my mind.
Alright.
I couldn’t have hallucinatedthat.
