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“We know. Every alpha can smell your unbonded heat coming, Omega. You smell like passion fruit. My mouth waters. All I want to do is get on my knees and taste.” He blinks and turns away.
I shiver at the word omega, and then shudder as the rest of what he said sinks in. It never fails to give me tingles even as I hate being reduced to a designation, but the rest of it…no one has ever spoken to me like that before.
I’m speechless and aroused.
“We can help you or find some other safe alphas for you to see your heat through with.”
I blink rapidly. More accursed tears welling up. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because once upon a time, we had nothing and no one, and someone gave us a leg up, and that leg up was all we needed. You have fire in you, you aren’t quitting. That’s good. So, let us help you.”
I bite my lower lip and dip my head. “Thank you,” I whisper.
“Good. Stay here. I’ll have Eric bring in some food,” Saint says and rises. He moves so elegantly as he leaves the room without a backwards glance, I can’t help but stare.
Hunter tilts his head to the side and smiles. “I’m really glad you walked into our bar tonight, Bethany.”
I love the way he says my name. Like I’m special. Like I’m precious.
And then he’s gone, too, leaving me with Crow, who reaches out and draws patterns on the back of my hand with his index finger.
I shiver at the feel of it, warm and rough. He works with his hands a lot, I can tell, but he knows just the right pressure to press with, just the right lightness.
“What do you do, Crow?”
“Here? A bit of everything.”
I duck my head and suck in a startled breath as he leans closer, lifting my hair and pushing it over one shoulder. He kisses the side of my neck. My moan startles both of us. Crow stands up, putting his hands in his pockets, and stepping back.
I watch him warily.
“I’ll supervise your food and bring it to you so you don’t have to deal with Eric.”
“Crow?”
“Yes, beautiful Bethany?”
“Thank you.”
“Uh-uh, we said none of that.”
I stare at him as he winks and backs out of the room. Is this a dream? I’m still half-convinced I must be dead. The three most perfect alphas in the world are rescuing me.
They are going to help me with my heat.
I shift on the seat and look around the room. It’s furnished with three couches and a massive desk with multiple screens. There’s a fridge and a whiteboard. But it’s the grey material that makes me get up and scurry across the room.
I lift it up and inhale.
Coffee, not bitter but sweeter. Oh, god, it smells so good. I pull it on and go back to the couch.
I try to stay awake, I really do, but it pulls me under. I’m exhausted and tired of being on alert, vigilant against the dangers of being hungry and thirsty. Sleeping in the cold. This couch is the nicest thing I’ve sat on in months.
I don’t have to worry about any of that.
Not tonight.
And that’s more than enough for me.
