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The first two days of Cammie’s heat were easy. Or as easy as a heat can be.

Her omega was greedy, physical, and entirely insatiable, but none of us minded. We gave her everything she needed. Beck kept saying it was a miracle she still let us feed her and give her water so easily. She took every bite and sip we offered, lips parted, trusting us completely.

Today that stopped. She’s refusing everything. Piers and Finn are downstairs in the kitchen right now, trying every option they can think of. Beck suggested blending protein into a milkshake.

Her omega hasn’t been easy with everything, though. What she hates more than anything are showers. Every time one of us even mentions it, she screams. Raw, angry, feral sounds that set my teeth on edge. Heats are messy. Sweat, slick, and cum cover every inch of the nest. Cammie runs so fucking hot it feels like sitting next to a furnace. Her skin burns against mine. Like walking barefoot on Las Vegas sidewalks in July.

Beck has an idea for that too. He leans over her with that cocky grin of his. “Sugar, I want to fuck you standing up.”

Cammie’s glassy eyes light up. Beck doesn’t waste a second. He scoops her up, her thick thighs wrapping tight around his waist, her whole body clinging to him like she’s trying to close whatever distance remains between them. She whimpers and grinds against him as he carries her toward the bathroom.

Her omega snaps the second she sees the shower. A wild, angry sound ripping out of her throat as she starts to fight.

Beck slaps her ass hard, the sound echoing. “Be good,” he growls, “or I won’t give you my knot.”

That threat cuts through the haze. She settles instantly, panting against his neck.

I’m right behind them. I turn the shower on and test the water, making sure it’s cool enough to give her some relief but not cold enough to shock her. Her omega has made it very clear she hates the cold, even when she needs it.

Beck steps in first with her still wrapped around him. She slides down his body until her feet are on the floor, turning in his arms. I move in front, boxing her between us. The moment the water hits her skin, she tries to shy away, but Beck kisses her neck, nipping hard at his bond mark on her shoulder. She writhes instantly, moaning and rubbing her ass back against his cock.

I drop to my knees in front of her, water cascading over my shoulders, and slide two fingers through her soaked pussy. I find her swollen clit and work it in tight, firm circles. Her hips jerk, slick pouring down her thighs only to be washed away by the cool spray.

She comes in hard, clenching pulses around my fingers, each one squeezing tight and then releasing, her whole body trying to curl forward with the force of it. Beck holds her up. I keep working her through every one. She rides the last waves of her orgasm with shaky, desperate rolls of her hips, whimpering around nothing until the tension finally leaves her body.

I stand, water streaming down my back, and kiss her hard. Then I gently guide her forward, bending her at the waist until her mouth is level with my cock.

Beck lines up behind her and pushes inside her pussy in one smooth thrust. Cammie moans loudly, the sound vibrating around my tip as she takes me into her mouth. She sucks me deep while Beck starts fucking her in steady, commanding strokes.

For a moment I’m lost in it. The heat of her mouth is different under the cool water, more intense by contrast, and when she hollows her cheeks the suction pulls at the base of my cock in a way that makes my knees want to go. My head tips back and my eyes close.

“Her hair,” Beck grunts between thrusts, snapping me out of the haze.

I nod. Reaching up, I grab the handheld shower nozzle and start wetting her hair, careful to keep the water out of her face. I pump some shampoo into my hands and work it into her scalp, massaging gently as she continues sucking me hard.

The contrast is filthy and perfect. Her mouth full of my cock while I wash her hair, Beck pounding into her from behind, water and suds running down her back.

She swallows around me again, taking me even deeper, and my eyes flutter shut in pure pleasure.

While she’s bent over sucking me, I add more soap to my hands and start washing every part of her I can reach. I run my soapy palms over her back, down her sides, across her bouncing tits, and over the soft curve of her ass.

She loses it, grinding back hard against Beck, and taking me even deeper down her throat with desperate, sloppy sucks.

“Fuck,” Beck hisses behind her, his rhythm faltering for a second.

I can only grunt.

She comes hard just as I pull the shower nozzle down to rinse the suds from her hair and body. Her whole frame shakes, a muffled scream vibrating around my cock as Beck slams into her a few more punishing times and then locks his knot deep inside her with a low groan.

I lift her head gently so her glassy eyes lock onto mine. The second our gazes meet, I come in long, deep pulses, feeling her throat work to take each one, her tongue pressing up against the underside of my cock through all of it. “Good girl,” I rasp, voice wrecked.

Her omega looks up at me with a dazed, satisfied smile and sticks her tongue out, catching every drop I give her like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted.

Beck stays locked inside her, breathing hard against her shoulder. I grab a thick towel and start drying her as best I can while she’s still impaled on his knot. I lean down and kiss her deeply, tasting myself on her tongue.

“I fucking love you,” I growl into her mouth.

“Alpha,” she moans softly, the sound sweet and wrecked and perfect.