Page 152 of The Rust in Her Hair

I’ll kill him first.

Anger flares inside me, and I pick the bloody business card up off my lap. I look at the tiny phone number embossed on the front, then I start the car.

No one fucks with my family.

Floating

Lyra

I'm still floating when Nico kisses me, slow and deep. His knot is locked thick inside me and my whole body is humming in the aftermath of my last orgasm.

The kitchen counter is hard under my butt, but I keep my legs wrapped around my alpha’s waist, not wanting to let him go.

“That feels good,” Nico rumbles when I push my nails into his hair and over his scalp. He keeps his mouth on mine, kissing me like he's got all the time in the world, which he kind of does.

After everything that happened at that awful party, my boys all decided somebody needed to stay, and Nico quickly volunteered. And I’m so damn happy. I didn’t want to be left all alone, because I’ve honestly been insatiable the last few days. There's no other word for it.

All weekend I've wanted them constantly, waking one of them up in the dark, tugging another away from the coffee pot, needing to be touched and filled and held until my skin stopped feeling too tight for my body. It's embarrassing, honestly, how much I've wanted.

I keep waiting for one of them to raise an eyebrow, to gently suggest I give it a rest.

But none of them have. Not once.

They've just lavished me with attention, and love, and praise, and those perfect cocks, meeting every greedy pull of me like it's the best thing that's ever happened to them.

I guess this is what a lifetime of loneliness does to an omega.

It turns her into a real slut.

"What’s with the smile?" Nico pulls back just far enough to look at me, those green eyes gone soft under all that scruff. “You look like the cat that got the cream."

“I’m happy,” I hum, tipping my face up for more.

“Good.” Those dark eyes scan my face, drinking me in. “I like seeing this pretty face all soft and warm and happy.”

I preen under his praise. I can't help it. My whole life I’ve been told I was a disappointment, and now I've got this big alpha whispering sweet things into my ear like I hung the moon, and my body soaks up every word.

"Nico," I say, tracing line of the cross tattoo across his chest.

"Mm."

"When will Adrian and Mack get to mark me?"

The big alpha huffs a laugh through his nose, and his hand comes up to cradle the side of my neck, his thumb resting just below the mark he already left. "There is nothing I want more than to watch both of them put their teeth in you." His voice drops, low and certain. "To see their marks sitting next to mine.” His dark eyes hold mine. "But you have to be patient, omega. It isn't time yet."

"Why not?" I chase his mouth for another kiss.

"Because." He drags his thumb along the edge of his mark, and I feel the touch everywhere. "We have to wait for you to go into heat.”

I immediately frown. “Why?”

His smile grows, laughing again at how impatient I obviously am. “Because it’s dangerous to mark an omega outside her heat.”

“But I wasn’t in heat with you.” My face warms as I remember the shameless way I acted.

"Actually, I think you were." He kisses the tip of my nose. "It was a little heat. It's the only thing that explains that night. If you hadn't been, I never would have risked it."

"A little heat?” A laugh shakes through me, and I feel my pussy tighten, tugging gently at his knot where it's still seated inside me. Nico’s breath catches, his eyes going dark for a second.