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“Oh no,” I say as every muscle in my core tightens. I can’t do this alone. I can’t be here alone. I have to call them. I don’t want to bother them because they’re busy, but I at least need to know how long they’re going to be. That’ll help me. It’ll give me something to count down from, and if I have that, then I have something.

Something is better than nothing.

I take the pillows with me, the towel long gone, as I head out to the living room to the house phone they keep by the TV. I pick it up and dial Forge’s number that I memorized because he told me that was important.

“Rae?” he answers on the first ring. “Is everything okay?”

“Uh… how long do you think you’re going to be?”

It’s silent for a moment.

“Couple hours,” he finally says. “Why?”

“I think my heat started.”

“You think?”

“Well, it did, and I—”

“We’re on our way back.”

“What? No. You said you have something important to do.”

“It’s not as important as you. We’ll be there soon.”

I nod and don’t say another word as I hang the phone up and shuffle back to bed. I sit against the headboard, hugging both pillows to me, the bed beneath me soaked with slick.

They’re going to need a new mattress after this…

I’m so hot I start to sweat, and my body is aching so badly that my hands are shaking. I breathe in the scents from the pillows which help take the edge off just enough that I don’t feel like I’m going to go crazy. It feels like it takes forever for that front door to open. When it does, and they step into the room, they both freeze as when they take me in.

Forge’s eyes fall closed and he breathes in deeply, looking almost drunk.

Pierce’s hands ball into fists and his jaw clenches.

I whimper.

“Sweetheart,” he says, his voice trembling.

“Please—” I whine.

It’s the only word that comes out of me before another gush of slick comes out… and then they’re tearing their clothes off.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Pierce

Her scent fills the room. Overwhelming in the best possible way. We noticed she smelled sweeter this morning before we left, but we just thought it meant she was closer to her heat. Not that it would hit right after we left.

My dick is already aching, hard, ready to fill her tight cunt.

She’s sitting against the headboard, hugging our pillows to her naked body. Both of us freeze for a moment, taking her in. But then it hits us. We shed our clothes as we make our way to her—our omega—who has thoroughly soaked our bed with her slick.

“Fucking hell,” Forge says as he takes in the dark spot on the bed.

“I’m… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t you dare apologize,” he says as he pops open the button on his pants.