Chapter 32
WREN
My brain has disappeared to set up residence in my pussy.
That can be the only explanation.
I just had a threesome.
A. Threesome.
My needy Omega ass literally went out the back of a bar and fucked my ex-boyfriend’s dad, while a rugby superstar ate me out.
Who am I even?
Wren Murphy is here to study, to earn her degree, to secure her scholarship… not turn into some sex-crazed demon ready to demand a knot from anyone who will give it to her.
I don’t know what will kill me from embarrassment first. The fact that Connor licked me until I probably moaned his name and promised to wear his jersey, or that Theo barely had to look at me, and I jumped enthusiastically onto his dick.
Did I even say hello first?
It’s all kind of a blur. Like I was there, but somehow not there, and now this enormous man is carrying me like I’m a dainty little creature liable to shatter. When I’m curves and thick thighs, and okay, I’m challenged in the height department, but I’m definitely not anything approaching petite.
Yet, being the center of a rugby player sandwich, with these two six-foot-plus gods, makes me feel all kinds of giddy at being between them.
The worst part of all—ignoring the fact I’m pretty sure I humped Connor’s face and insisted on Theo giving me his knot while perched on a pallet of cheap vodka—is that my goddamn Omega self wants both of them and can’t help but feel like there’s still something missing.
Greedy much?
This fucking imaginary pack has formed inside my brain, somewhere between being filled by one man’s cock and dissolving into an orgasm on another man’s tongue.
And now… all because of one tiny hint of scent from a man who won’t talk to me…
now, I’m out here daydreaming about him coming along to join our merry little fuckfest?
To make things worse, I’m now being carried inside like a princess?
The sluttiest fucking princess to ever exist.
From above me, Theo’s deep voice rumbles, and I feel it everywhere from his broad chest. “This is not what I want. I’m going to be very honest…
I don’t feel comfortable dropping you off on campus after what just happened.
” He clears his throat. “But we don’t really have any other options right now.
Not until I can sort a few things out for us. ”
He keeps talking like this is happening. And I don’t know what to make of any of it.
I feel like my life plan has been flipped off the table, in one stupid little moment of my Omega nature taking over.
And because my brain is still complete mush after multiple orgasms, and whatever this deeply contented feeling is settled in my veins, it takes me a moment to even register my surroundings.
We’re walking through the door into my house.
They’ve brought me to my place.
Connor Renfro is standing in my kitchen, making the room look five sizes smaller than it usually is when it’s just me and the girls here. Theo sets me on my feet and stands at my back, almost as if he’s poised there, ready to catch me if I sway off balance.
Tugging the phenomenally cozy blanket tighter around my shoulders, I glare at Connor’s extremely mischievous, stupidly handsome face. “How is it that we’re all standing in my kitchen?”
He shrugs, entirely unapologetic. “Found the address in your phone.”
“You can’t know where I live.”
“A little too late for that now, Bambi.” With a wink, he turns to flick the electric kettle on. “Tea? Or is it coffee, for you Americans who drink the shit at all hours of the day? Something stronger, maybe?”
“What do you need?” Theo’s voice is right behind me, gentle and soothing. It sends goosebumps skittering across my shoulders. I clutch the stupid comfy blanket tighter.
I’m keeping the blanket.
“Tea. Ginger with honey, please,” I mutter and walk across to sit at the kitchen island. Before I can even bend down to take my heels off, strong hands clasp my ankle, wrapping me in a warm, calloused touch that leaves me sucking in a sharp breath.
The Theo Brennan crouches down at my feet and gently slips my high heels off one by one, giving the arches and balls of my feet a brief rub with the pad of his thumb. They both took their shoes off without me needing to ask.
These men are far too dangerous for my health.
“Thank you.” Words catch on the back of my tongue. He’s so nice to look at, with that strong jaw and stubble lining his throat. I still can’t believe we’ve had sex, but I don’t even know his favorite movie. We haven’t even kissed.
Everything feels monumentally fucked up.
“Don’t overthink it.” He gives me a knowing look, as if he’s turned into an Alpha clairvoyant and can see all the cogs whirring frantically behind my eyes.
Allowing his palms to roam up to my ankle, he gently traces his fingertips over that sensitive spot on the inside.
A place that feels like some sort of magic button to have me turning into a puddle right here.
My pussy squeals with delight at the prospect of having his head right there.
I quickly tell her to shut the fuck up and cool her jets.
Connor slides a mug of steaming tea under my nose, dragging my focus away from the man currently making my mouth go dry, all from a simple clasp of my ankle while kneeling at my feet.
Although what’s the saying about leaping out of the ex-boyfriend’s dad frying pan, and into the off-limits brother’s teammate fire?
“So, tell me… was that the first time the two of you have done anything?” He raises an eyebrow.
My cheeks go up in flames.
Theo clears his throat, then stands up. One of those big paws of his threads into his hair.
“Ohh, so you two have been sneaky.” He folds his arms, eyes bouncing between the two of us, currently looking like we’ve just been caught making out behind the bleachers.
“No.” Theo is quick to shut him down. Thank god, because I’m doing my best to study the contents of my tea as if it’ll hold the answer to the cosmos. “Wren needed help one day. That’s all.”
Connor clicks his tongue, letting out a low chuckle. “Bullshit,” he mutters to himself, Scottish accent coming through extra thick.
“We’ve been keeping our distance. It wasn’t in person.” I manage to form words, adding quickly to come to Theo’s defense. God, I’m just the worst for getting us all tangled in my messy Omega life.
Connor smirks wider. “It wasn’t?”
“No.” My glare is quickly leveled his way across the kitchen bench.
He’s living for how much I’m squirming; it’s plain as day in the way his tongue pokes against the inside of his cheek.
Damn him for being like a bloodhound right now.
“Not in person, hmm?” One thick finger taps against his bicep.
A finger that was inside my pussy not too long ago.
“Were you a kinky little thing over the phone? Video calling each other? Very modern. You’ve initiated Brennan into the twenty-first century. ”
Theo sounds like he’s about to explode. A dark noise vibrates out of his chest.
“Oh my god.” I rub my temples. “There was no video involved.”
Narrowing his eyes on me, it’s a silent challenge.
But there’s that familiar sense of something a little deeper that I’ve picked up before with Connor.
He might be ultra confident on the surface, but I suspect that’s got something to do with whatever he’s guarding that lies underneath all those layers of rugby superstar he’s got going on.
I don’t want him to feel like I’m lying. Not when we’ve clearly trampled all the boundaries I’d been so desperate to maintain.
With a huff, I hold his gaze. “Okay, fine. There were photos involved.”
He’s too pretty for his own good. A huge grin lights his face, as if he’s thrilled to hear about me sending racy images to Theo in secret. And why the hell does that knowledge send sparks flying through my blood at the thought he might want that with me, too? Or to have them both wanting that?
“Damn, that’s hot, Bambi.” He lets out a low whistle. “When do I get those privileges? Do I gotta grovel to earn access to the next level or something?”
That makes me laugh, even though I’m trying to keep his ridiculousness under control.
“No. No, you can’t keep being like this.” Waving my hand in his general direction, I sip on my tea. Which I begrudgingly have to admit he’s made with the perfect ratio of sweetness added in.
“Like what?” He knows exactly what.
“Ugh. Charming.”
“I don’t think I can turn it off when it comes to you, lass.”
Connor looks at me with a whole lot of sincerity behind those eyes, and I’m already shaking my head with my mug clutched in both hands before he’s had a chance to finish speaking.
I’m also extremely aware that Theo is a silent shadow at my side, with both palms now resting heavily on the countertop.
“We can’t, this is crazy.” My wide-eyed stare flickers between the two men. This is not how anything is supposed to go. They’re not supposed to be lingering and making me tea and taking my heels off without my even having to ask.
“What happens when it’s a full-blown heat?” Theo finally speaks.
My stomach does a little flop. “I’ll cross that bridge when I get there. It hasn’t happened yet.”
“What was your plan, Bambi?”
Swallowing quickly, it’s too much to keep being in the high-beam focus of these two enormous men. I’m a coward and duck my eyes. Back to studying my half-empty tea.
A strong finger hooks beneath my chin, tilting my face up to meet those honeyed brown eyes I just want to melt into.
“Talk to us, sweetheart.” Theo keeps his voice level, but I can see the strain in his features.
His Alpha scent swirls a little stronger, washing over me like waves against a shoreline.
Licking my lips, I choose my words very carefully. “I had made arrangements with the scholarship office.”
In a flash, this kitchen electrifies with the energy of two bristling Alphas.
“And what might that have been exactly?” Theo doesn’t let go of my chin, and I can’t look away from the intensity of his focus on me.
“Well… they help take care of things.” My voice wavers a little as I say it out loud.
“Help?”
“Take care of things?”
Both of their questions grind out at the same time, like they’re each chewing rocks.
“Yes. They assist with certain logistical aspects.”
Theo lets me go, and the fool I am, a whimper almost manages to escape at the loss of his touch. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he asks his next question in a low tone. “In what way? And I am already certain I’m going to hate this answer.”
“We have access to Omega scholarship usage of a heat facility.”
Connor curses and drags a hand through his hair.
“It’s all planned ahead of time.” Yep, I continue fumbling on.
My plans quickly turn to ash before my eyes, under the intense scrutiny of these two men, and the feeble play-by-play I attempt to recite.
“I’m able to give my preference for how many Alphas assist with the heat.
Everything is written into a contract. And I think I get to choose from a pool of candidates. ”
“You… think?” Theo grinds the word to dust. Or maybe that’s his molars.
“Well, within reason. They can’t always guarantee which Alphas will be available on short notice. But there are strict rules in place, safety measures, and observers on standby…”
“Absolutely not.” Connor breaks, his voice more like a bark than I’ve ever heard before.
Theo’s gruff command comes at the same time. “Not in a million years.”
And they take my world and completely tilt it off its axis when they both crowd me as one solid mass of muscle and rippling tension.
“You’re going to move in.”