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“Yes, Professor,” she answers.
Which—
I’m going to have to unpack later.
Because the second one drop of her sweet arousal touches her scent, Tristan gives a serrated growl, and Jonah fucking roars. He suddenly tears into the kitchen, sightless black eyes snapping right to her.
My body moves on instinct, stepping up to block his path, jostling him back. On her other side, Spencer does the same to Tristan, holding him off to give Serena room to make a decision.
A full-body shiver shimmies down her spine, a fresh burst of perfume winding off her. When our eyes meet, I see the scared baby kitten and my fierce little fighter, all swirled together. Layered with some hesitation that doesn’t make any sense until it hits me?—
“You want them.”
Her teeth sink into her lower lip. Spencer frowns in disbelief, nodding at Tris. “Both of them, omega?”
“I-is that even possible?” she whispers. “Won’t they both want to knot me at the same time? I-I’ve never—I don’t think I could take two the first time.”
Spencer reaches over and skims his thumb across her mouth, freeing that bitten-up lip. His hand slides down, fingers flexing over her throat. “You trust me?” he asks, then flicks a look at me. “Us?”
Serena nods right away, transfixed on his swirling brown eyes. He nods, pure alpha approval rolling off him. “Very well, Miss Swanson. Let Jonah take off your clothes. I have a plan.”
chapter
forty-six
If it were just the pain or the desire, I could manage them.
If it were just the daze or the fear, I’d find a way to fight through both.
But all four at once prove the exact recipe for my undoing.
Maybe I should have known this was inevitable.
The face of some other alpha—one with glasses and concerned expression—flashes to mind. Did he warn me about this? Why didn’t I listen?
Now, I’m barreling toward the omega who has my entire world on a string. Or maybe she is my entire world, the one thing tying me to existence.
It feels that way, right now, when every thought and instinct and need begins and ends with her.
I stagger forward, fighting myself on every step. I’m in a rut, but I’m more aware than I ever have been while in this haze before. Probably from those shots I take.
What do those do, again? Weren’t they supposed to help this somehow?
I suppose the fact that I can think at all is a help.
At this point, I’d take anything—anything—to stop myself from rutting this omega. With one last desperate attempt to gain control, I fling my gaze over to her face. Looking for shock or horror. Fear. Pain. Disgust.
God, please, anything to make me stop?—
But she’s already looking at me.
In another alpha’s arms, letting him tear clothes off her and pull her into his waiting lap.
But looking at me.
When the alpha under her nuzzles his face between her bare tits, a feral sound rips out of my lungs. The omega shakes, turning her green gaze to one of the others. I can’t remember anyone’s name, but I recognize him as my brother.
“He can’t help himself,” he mutters to the omega. “His Alpha must be going crazy. Letting another alpha rut you while your bond is incomplete would probably cause him extreme pain and?—”
