Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Linus
As if the night couldn’t get more embarrassing.
As angry as I was with Lucas for setting me up, I felt increasingly mortified that I’d reacted with tears and screams to what had always just been a game.
A voice in the back of my head insisted I had every right to be terrified, I had honestly believed it was real, but the part of me that didn’t have a backbone was ashamed.
Extra ashamed because now a gorgeous, nice, heroic alpha like Saint knew that my brother was a shameless, petty criminal. I shouldn’t have taken Lucas’s activities so personally, but I did. I felt responsible for him for some reason, like his wickedness was somehow my fault.
I would unpack all that later, though. The biggest and most glaring elephant in the room as the three of us sat there arguing was the fact that I’d stumbled into heat without being completely aware of it. It was mortifying.
“I’m so sorry,” I told Saint, hugging my middle and willing myself to somehow not go all the way into heat.
That definitely wasn’t going to happen. Especially when Saint leaned closer to me, rested a hand on my thigh, and said, “It’s okay, Linus. Really. I’ve got you.”
It should have been a sweet, maybe even romantic moment. Instead, slick gushed out of me in such volume that I knew I’d soaked my trousers and the sofa in an instant. All I could do was groan and hide my face.
All I wanted to do was strip out of my clothes and climb onto Saint’s lap so I could hump him like a monkey.
“Hey, what about a little love over here?” Lucas asked, scrambling to stand.
Roaring instinct took over before I could blink. I dropped my hands from my face, balled them into fists, and glared at Lucas with possessive fury. “No!” I said, leaping to my feet. “Do not come on to Saint, do not look at him, do not so much as sniff him!”
As soon as my outburst was finished, I reeled back, eyes wide with shock. I didn’t think I’d ever been so aggressive about anything in my life.
“Alright, alright,” Lucas said, holding up his hands defensively. “But in my defense, the Dark Fantasies Club did match the two of us for the auction event, not the two of you. I bet you’ve never so much as looked at an alpha lustfully, let alone played a BDSM scene with one.”
I didn’t know if Lucas was trying to hurt me or not, but his words stung. What if I wasn’t enough for Saint? I had never done anything even a little adventurous in bed. What if he got bored of me after one heat wave and—
“The DFC might have paired us for one event,” Saint stepped in, rising to stand just behind me, his body towering over mine, “but I would choose Linus and integrity over you and the cruelty you’ve shown to your brother any day.”
I wanted to burst into tears at that show of loyalty to me. I didn’t think I deserved it, especially not from an alpha like Saint.
Instead of weeping, I let out a moan that would have made a porn star proud. Slick gushed down my legs, plastering my trousers to my skin. I needed to get out of my clothes, like, now. They were suddenly like sandpaper against my heat-sensitive skin.
“What about me?” Lucas demanded as I quivered with heat lust, breathing heavily through my nose so I could drag Saint’s sandalwood scent into my lungs. “I’m in heat, too. I need an alpha, like, badly.”
“Didn’t you say you have a Heat Lightning system with you?” Saint asked, grasping my shoulders protectively.
Oh, hell. He was touching me. Forget everything else, I wanted to shuck my trousers, bend over, and display my dripping hole to him right then and there.
I wanted his cock rearranging my insides and forcing a baby into my womb.
I wanted to swallow his cock and about a gallon of his seed along with it to fill my insides from both ends.
Just thinking about all that had me panting and making tight, pleading sounds.
“Why should I settle for a dildo and canned sperm when I can have the real thing?” Lucas demanded, surging forward like he would push me aside and claim Saint as his own.
“Stop!” Saint shouted. His booming voice stilled both me and Lucas. I was roiling with lust on the inside, but Lucas looked genuinely intimidated. “I’m going to take Linus’s heat, if he’ll have me, not yours, Lucas. Do you understand?”
“Please?” Lucas begged, clasping his hands in front of him.
“Please!” I gasped, desperately needing a dick in me. I’d never had a heat come on so hard or fast. I’d always been rational and practical about the biological urges associated with heat. Right now, if I wasn’t naked and speared by Saint immediately, I thought I might die.
“You and I were supposed to spend this weekend together, not you and him,” Lucas argued.
“Enough!” Saint snapped at him. He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face.
I didn’t like that, because it meant he took his hand off my shoulder.
“Look,” he told Lucas, gripping me with both hands again.
“As it happens, my brother, Fennick, is an ESA with Bangers & Mash. I’ll call him and see if he can get out here right now. ”
“Yes!” Lucas gasped. “Is he as hot as you? If he is, I’m going to wear him out!”
“I’ve no doubt,” Saint said in a flat voice. “Now, since you’re so desperate, why don’t you go to your room, wherever that is, and use that Heat Lightning system to get you through the first wave.”
It was embarrassing how much Lucas responded to that sort of command from an alpha. “Yes, Sir!” he said. I didn’t doubt that he spoke to Doms in play scenes like that.
“Go!” Saint ordered him, pointing to the staircase at the far end of the room.
Lucas bolted for the stairs, his pajamas tented in the front and completely wet in the back. I would have been mortified for so many reasons if I wasn’t so beside myself with heat need.
“Is your brother really an ESA?” I asked, hardly able to catch my breath, as Saint stepped to one side and reached for the cell phone in his pocket.
“He is,” Saint answered, raising the phone and tapping it a few times. He glanced to the stairs, catching the last of Lucas as he zipped around the corner and down the hall to his room, then looked at me and lowered his voice to add, “He’s also a cop with the Barrington Police.”
I probably would have had a stronger reaction to that if I wasn’t dripping slick and aching to drop to my knees and work my way into Saint’s trousers. I was so hot and needy that the dots didn’t really connect until Saint’s brother answered and Saint explained things.
“Hey, Fenn. Yeah, I know, I know. I’m really sorry, but I’m in kind of a desperate situation here and I need you.”
I need you. Those words echoed and rattled around my head. The second Saint looked at me, I couldn’t help myself. I surged toward him, dropping to my knees, and clawing frantically at the fastenings of his trousers.
Saint clamped a hand on my head, though he didn’t try to stop my hands as they undid his trousers and reached in. His call continued with, “No, it’s nothing like that. I’m fine. The problem is that I’ve got two omegas in heat on my hands.” He paused, then said. “Yes, two.”
I could have sworn I heard laughter from the other end of the call, but it was like a fly buzzing in the background.
I pulled and tugged at Saint’s clothes, getting his shirt out of the way and yanking his trousers and boxers down as best I could.
His scent was now mixed with the musk of an alpha about to go into rut, and it was driving me wild.
“I am not taking two omegas through heat at the same time,” Saint told his brother in a strangled voice. “One is more than enough for me, and the other one is a complete handful. And besides, they’re brothers. Twins.”
Saint stifled a groan as I scooped his deliciously large cock and balls out from his underwear and grabbed the base of his cock. I didn’t hesitate for a second before diving on it and taking it as far into my mouth as I could.
“Yes, I’m with one of them right now,” Saint said in a tight voice.
I heard laughter again. I didn’t care. Having my mouth stretched and stuffed with an alpha cock was bliss, and for a moment I calmed down, reveling in that euphoria as I sucked and worked him deeper and deeper, thanking whatever deities were out there that an omega’s gag reflex disappeared entirely when they were in heat.
I could have suffocated myself and I wouldn’t have noticed.
“There’s more,” Saint went on, rocking slightly, like he was trying to both increase his pleasure and make sure I didn’t cut off my air.
“The brother, Lucas, is involved in a smuggling operation. He’s playing go-between with two groups, one based at sea and one on land somewhere.
We’re at the family’s beach house about an hour south of Barrington.
I’ll text you the address once we’re done here.
There’s a van filled with designer or counterfeit handbags out in the drive, and Lucas is expecting a handoff of some endangered baby turtles.
” He paused again, then said, “Yeah, I know.”
I faded out a little as Saint went quiet, listening to whatever his brother was saying.
My main focus was slicking up the cock in my mouth and throat as much as I could in preparation for having it push deep into my channel as soon as possible.
I wanted to milk at least one orgasm’s worth of cum out of Saint first, though. I needed it so badly I couldn’t think.
“And bring an extra ESA kit for me,” Saint said, earning my attention again. “I think I’m going to need all the spermicide I can get for this beautiful omega.”
Tears stung at my eyes again as I glanced up, up, up at Saint. He thought I was beautiful?
“Shit, Fenn, I’ve got to go,” Saint growled, caressing the side of my face as I gazed adoringly up at him, my mouth stretched around his girth. “Get up here as fast as you can with the kit or else you’ll be an uncle by morning.”