Chapter 12
Mags
Kip’s hand pauses at the hem of his brother’s shirt, just shy of where I really need him to be. I twist and arch and stretch, trying to move into position since he seems hesitant to continue.
“Please, Kip. The ache … God, it’s like my pussy is on fire!”
I haven’t been through a heat this bad since I first presented as an omega all those years ago. With the suppressants keeping my heats at bay, I haven’t needed to deal with life as an omega. I could almost pretend that I was really a beta, that I was safe from all this.
Finally, after what feels like forever, Kip moves his hand lower.
I heave a whimpering sigh as he drags his fingertips through my slick core, twitching and clenching on air. Why won’t he hurry up, already?
While Kip toys with me, Kaden moves to tend to my sore, heavy breasts.
He peels the damp tee off my chest, and his deft fingers stroke and knead my tits.
Those soft lips brush across each nipple before clamping on the one closest to him.
Lightning bolts of pleasure shoot through me from the more experienced twin’s actions, but it’s still not enough.
I need more.
Kip kisses my neck again as he slowly pushes two fingers deeper inside me. “Mags, baby, I know we can’t knot you like you need, but Nik’s not here. You’re stuck with us while he’s busy. Is that okay, Mags?”
“Please,” I whine. “Fix me.”
That seems to encourage him. His movements grow bolder, and he uses his thumb to stroke my sensitive clit.
My hips buck off the mattress for a second, but Kip presses me back down with his other hand.
He pulls my legs open, exposing me to him.
Again and again, Kip dives in and pulls out, each time bringing me closer but not close enough.
When he lifts his slick-covered hand and coats his cock with it, I watch with hungry eyes.
“All right, Mags. I’m here. I’ve got you.”
Words … Why all the words?
Kaden knows better. He keeps his mouth occupied, like it should be. His hand slides down my belly to the patch of hair between my legs. Two fingers gently part my lips, holding me there while Kip slides his cock inside.
It’s not a knot, but God, it’s what I need!
I wrap my legs around Kip and hold him tightly to me.
I grind, I hump, I buck, and Kip moves right along with me.
It’s like he’s been preparing for this his whole life, like he’s studied my body on a master level.
Some part of my mind recognizes the fact that Kip has never, to my knowledge, been with one of our omega marks.
He’s never done this before, but that is not hindering him in the slightest.
The fullness … the sweet back and forth, the drag of his cock through my slick core. Combined with his thumb’s gentle pressure on my clit and Kaden’s efforts on my chest, the twins turn me into a puddle of contentment. I writhe beneath them, sighing.
Then Kip leans forward, bringing his lips to mine. The kiss is sweet, almost chaste compared to what the rest of him is doing to me. If I didn’t know better, I’d say there is real emotion behind it; real affection.
Real love.
“That’s my sweet girl,” he murmurs against my mouth. “There you go.”
Kip twists his hips and gives a hard thrust, and I can’t help but scream. He swallows my cries, kissing me with a primal need.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the incessant heat and ever-present ache begin to subside.
They’re not completely gone, but I feel less clouded, more able to think.
I’m not as pliant, not as passive, and I’m able to act again.
My fingers dive into Kip’s hair and tug, eliciting a sexy moan from my best friend.
Kaden’s not without his own skills. While Kip fucks me into the mattress of my bed, Kaden lets his hands roam. He moves on from my breasts to my stomach to my thighs, even giving my ass a bit of tender attention.
I trained these boys well.
Since poor Kaden isn’t getting to have as much interaction as Kip, I reach down with my other hand and stroke his shaft.
Kaden thrusts into my hand with short, savage grunts.
The suction on my nipple gets stronger, and he startles me with a sharp bite to the tender nub.
I giggle and shriek as more tension bleeds from my body.
Despite his lack of experience, Kip manages to time his climax in perfect sync with mine. We come together, and the beauty of that fact snaps me into reality.
I’m back.
To be fair, I finish Kaden off while Kip slides out from between my legs. I can’t leave him hanging.
Then, I hear something that makes me freeze.
Nik, clearing his throat at the door.
Fuck.
“Um … Hi, Nik.” I wave at him from beneath the twins. “How’s it going with Threnody? Everything copacetic there?”
“The fucking grift is over,” he growls as he steps into my room. “Where’s your medicine?”
Kip stands up and positions himself between me and the grumpy alpha. “It’s not her fault, Nik. Someone fucked with her vials. They’ve all been tampered with. You were busy, and—”
“I know they’ve been tampered with!” he roars.
Kip stiffens, and Kaden joins him in standing guard. I tug the hem of Kaden’s shirt back down, covering myself in hopes that Nik will calm down.
Since when is Nik so possessive? He’s part of our pack, yeah, and we have an arrangement, but exclusivity never entered into that arrangement. I don’t understand why he’s upset. Hell, he should be relieved that he didn’t have to deal with my heat this time.
“What do you mean you know?” I sit up with a slight grunt. I just used muscles that haven’t been exercised much, and I have a feeling I’ll be sore in the morning.
Nik rakes his hands through his long hair, which I now see is disheveled. He looks like he left Threnody in a rush, mid-heat, which is not good for the fucking con. What was he thinking? We need her knocked up and happy to get paid.
“Threnody told me all about Dave’s interference. Her asshole brother drugged you, Mags. You’ve been giving yourself drugs to trigger your heat, not suppress it.”
No wonder my shit wore off so damn soon. “Fuck.”
“Wait a sec …” Kip looks back and forth from Nik to me. “Dave clocked that you’re an omega?”
I don’t know how. I’ve been playing beta for over a decade. He shouldn’t be able to tell.
“Pack up your shit, guys. We’re leaving.”
Nik doesn’t wait for a response. He storms off to his room, leaving the three of us gaping in shock.
This is not good.
If word of this gets out among the rest of the West Coast packs, our cushy life could fall apart. No one wants to hire heat helpers if there’s an omega among them. That would make me competition for the very omegas we’re trying to scam.
We’re so screwed.