Chapter 8
blair
I wake up wrecked, smug, and happier than I have any right to be.
Warm skin presses against me on both sides.
Sol is curled behind me, one heavy arm slung over my waist, her breath steady against the back of my neck.
Roxie is plastered to my front, face buried in my chest, one thick thigh thrown over my hip like she’s claiming territory even in her sleep.
The sheets are a disaster. The whole room smells like us, dark cherry and burnt sugar tangled up with cinnamon-gunpowder and black-tea leather.
My ass aches in the best way and my cock is already half-hard just from existing between them.
I crack my eyes open in the soft morning light filtering through the blinds and that’s when I really see them.
On the upper curve of Roxie’s tit, right where the dress strap had slipped last night is her mating mark. And when I tilt my head just a little, I catch the matching mark on Sol’s collarbone, low enough that her usual hoodie or sports bra would hide it from the entire world.
They’re mated.
To each other.
They’ve been mated this whole fucking time.
I should be furious. I should be spiraling.
I just spent twenty grand at an auction to “win” an Alpha who was already bonded, and then I let both of them fuck me senseless while I babbled like a virgin.
I should be terrified they’re about to kick me out now that they got what they wanted.
Instead I feel a slow, stupid grin spread across my face.
I roll over, careful not to wake Roxie, and press a lazy kiss to Sol’s mouth. She stirs, those gorgeous dark eyes of hers cracking open, already looking far too awake for someone who railed me into next week a few hours ago.
“Morning, Coach,” I murmur against her lips. “Does breakfast come with the package, or do I have to beg for that too?”
Sol huffs a quiet laugh and shoves me right off the edge of the bed. I hit the floor with a startled yelp, sheets tangling around my legs. “Practice,” she says, voice still rough with sleep but unmistakably already in coach-mode. “All of us are already late. Get up, Reyes.”
I groan dramatically and try to crawl back onto the mattress, reaching for Roxie. She’s awake now, smirking at me like she already knows what I’m about to do. I grab her hips and try to pin her down, burying my face in her neck.
“Come on, Rox, five more minutes—”
Roxie moves like lightning. One second I’m on top of her; the next she’s flipped me onto my back and pinned my wrists above my head with one hand. She leans down, presses a filthy kiss to my lips, then pulls back just far enough to grin against my mouth.
“Your form is still embarrassing,” she says sweetly. “If you want us, you’ve got to beg.”
I groan, as my hips twitch uselessly. My cock is fully hard now, trapped between us. I reach down with my free hand to wrap my fingers around it, desperate for any kind of friction but Sol’s hand closes around my wrist before I can even get one stroke in.
“Time for practice,” she repeats as she tugs me out of bed like I weigh nothing.
I glare up at her, naked and hard and unfairly turned on by how easily she manhandles me. “You’re evil.”
She raises one eyebrow, waiting. The look says she’ll stand there all day if she has to. Something in me, some bratty, greedy, brand-new part of me, wants to obey so badly it almost scares me. I swallow. “Please tell me this is happening.”
From the bathroom, Roxie calls out, voice bright and wicked, “Yes, you get fucked or we fuck ourselves on your dick.”
Sol laughs, leaning down in front of me, cupping my jaw as her thumb brushes my bottom lip. “What she means to say,” Sol murmurs, “is yes. We want you as our Omega. But you have to behave.”
I grin so wide it hurts. “I’ve never heard that word a day in my life.”
Sol’s smile sharpens but there’s a fondness there that I haven’t seen before. She leans in and kisses me once, before tossing my compression shorts at my chest.
“Get dressed, brat. We’ve got mats to run and you’ve got two Alphas who expect you to show up on time from now on.”
I catch the shorts and pull them on, still grinning like an idiot while Roxie comes out of the bathroom in her practice gear, looking far too pleased with herself.
This is insane.
I just woke up mated-adjacent to the two most terrifying women on campus, and instead of running for my life I’m already wondering how fast I can get them back into bed.
Hopefully tonight. Maybe after lunch.