The room is dimly lit to accommodate her need for darkness. I can only just make out a rumpled form on the mattress.
“I’ve brought someone to meet you.” Silas and I stumble through.
“Omega,” Silas rumbles, “let your alphas help you.”
The form moves. “Alphas?” she whimpers.
She pushes herself up. It’s too dark to see the color of her eyes or hair, but I can make out her high cheekbones and pouty lips.
Beautiful.
I close the distance, stopping just short of entering the nest.
Be cool, I remind myself.
“May I?”
She emits a raw whine. Every muscle in my body locks. “Hurts. Can’t—”
“Let me help you, omega.”
She grabs me with desperate fingers and drags me into the nest. My thoughts scatter. Every research paper, carefully constructed theory, every number. Gone. Thankfully my alpha knows what to do. With his prodding, I pull her close, folding my arms around her. I kiss her forehead. She’s burning up.
“Silas, she needs our help. She’s so hot.”
He moves toward the bed. “Can I come in too, little one?” Her hands go up and I help her lean forward to grab his hand. He topples down beside us.
Alice clears her throat. “Sir, this is unprecedented. There is no protocol.”
“Leave us,” Silas snarls. “We will assist our mate.”
She hesitates before responding. “No knots. She isn’t—”
Silas’ growl is dangerously low. “No one will harm her.”
Alice reluctantly submits, closing the door with a soft click.
“Let me help you, beautiful.” I sit up, pulling her with me and spreading my legs so she can sit between them and rest her back against my chest. Her soft ass rubs against my crotch. My cock snaps hard against my zipper. “That’s it, beautiful. Your alphas will take care of you.”
Silas approaches with careful movement. “Darling, I need you to answer me. Do you want your alphas to help?”
Her body tenses and her hands clutch at her stomach. “I need—” She slumps forward, breathing deeply through the spasms.
I rub her shoulders. “Beautiful, we want to help, but you have to answer your alpha first.”
She whimpers and it tears at my heart. My omega should never hurt like this. But we can’t help her until she gives her permission.
When she finally relaxes, Silas takes her chin in his thick hands. “Tell me now, sweet one. Let me help you.”
“Yes,” she breathes. Everything shifts.
Relief floods me so fast it makes me dizzy. I exhale a breath I think I've been holding since Alice called us. Silas lets out a pent-up breath.
“Sit back, beautiful.” She relaxes back into my chest, at least as much as she can.
I kiss the top of her head. Even at her height, she tucks easily under my chin. Sweat slicks her hair to her neck. I push it aside and gently nip at her neck. “Open your legs for Silas.”
She spreads for him. Silas slides her skirt up over her hips. She’s naked beneath the skirt. My control nearly snaps.
