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Oh God. Is my body melting?
All of my muscles are jelly. Slick puddles under my bare butt. And there are alphas nearby, fighting.
I can suddenly sense them all—three, arguing urgently. “She needs you, Ave.”
The reply is heavily gritted. “If I move one single muscle, we’ll be dealing with a whole new bite. Spence should do it. He’s the most in control.”
Someone else disagrees. The serious alpha drops his voice into a low murmur. “It has to be you, Jonah. Avery shouldn’t risk it, and I… can’t?—”
The teeth at my throat scrape lightly over their pulsing indentations. Another whine blares through the room. There are movements and more mutters.
Until suddenly, a big, burly alpha looms right in front of me. He’s toasty and sweet, something unfamiliar and delicious that pairs perfectly with the summery smell enveloping me from behind. When I suck his scent into my lungs, they vibrate, my haze doubling.
His features swirl and blur, but I make out a wiry black beard and amber eyes. They flare wide, bewildered, and for a second, I want to cry.
He doesn’t want me. There’s something wrong with me. He probably thinks I’m just a silly little slut, too. And now?—
The alpha dives to the floor.
Even kneeling in front of whatever I’m perched on, he’s tall enough to put his face level with my knees. Brawny, rough hands completely cover the sides of my thighs, flexing restlessly.
“Tell me what you want, manamea,” he grunts, chest rattling.
Lord, I must really be losing it. Pretty sure that last word he said wasn’t in English, but maybe I’m just insane.
Insane and having a complete omega meltdown in some strange pack’s kitchen while their alpha tends to his bite mark by swirling his tongue around my pulse. Oh my God.
When I whine higher, the burly alpha’s eyes darken. His scent gets thicker, reacting to my need. “Do you want me to help you stay still? Or touch you?”
A sharp stab of relief slips into my gullet. Touch me, I want to scream. But another unintelligible screech is all I can scrape out.
As if testing my reply, his palms skim higher. I buck against the open air, trying to get closer to him.
The alpha behind me grumbles approvingly. His body presses into the seatback so tightly, I feel his suit jacket brush my sides. The hands on my tits tighten, kneading as the guy between my legs hesitates.
A snarl of frustration snags in my chest… and the next thing I know, my hands are gripping a full head of hair. Tugging at the dark roots. Guiding the big man’s face right to my pussy.
There’s a long moment of stillness. My breath stutters to a stop, and the alpha rubbing at his claiming mark pauses. But then the man I’m yanking on moans, deep and every bit as desperate as I feel.
The groan sinks between my hips. Perfume and slick pour out of me, drawing a snarl from the alpha lunging at the apex of my thighs.
“Fuck,” the one behind me says into my skin, sucking at his bite. “Fuck.”
Brawny hands snap my legs open. One broad finger hooks into the red strap covering my bare pussy, tugging it aside. I thrust up toward him, gripping the long coarse hair between my fingers even harder, pushing him exactly where I need him.
Even though there’s nothing I can do about it—no way to reason with my Omega when we’re this far gone—the fear is still there. Coiled tightly in my chest, telling me I have no right to demand anything from this alpha.
Or anyone, ever.
But the pack leader skates one of his hands off my tits to smooth a soothing caress down my sternum, almost like he’s trying to blot my anxiety out.
And the one between my legs? The humungous guy I’m manhandling?
He praises me.
“Good fucking girl,” he grinds out, yanking me to the edge of my seat. “Telling your alphas what you need, even when you can’t talk.”
He sounds like he’s panting. When I look down, I see that he is—his enormous shoulders rise and fall sharply while he stares between my legs like I’m a gateway to heaven.
