Chapter 34 Harlan
Harlan
The house reeks of peppermint and sex when we get back.
And fuck me, it isn’t the sex that hits first—it’s the peppermint.
Sweet and spicy, laced with cream and slick.
More addictive than anything I’ve ever scented.
I need it like air in my lungs. Like my cock needs to split open a sweet, wet hole right fucking now. I’m already iron-hard in my pants.
I glance at Evander, then Logan. Both are just as wild eyed, their alphas prowling close to the surface.
Wyatt lounges on the couch, smug bastard, his sugar cookie scent wrapped with Kai’s roasted chestnuts—and all of it tangled with that fucking peppermint until I’m dizzy with need.
“What is that scent?” Logan bites out, voice clipped with control.
“Rosie,” Kai mutters, stepping out of the bedroom. “She left for errands, but her scent… it spiked. A heat spike.” He rubs the back of his neck, flushing when Wyatt meets his eyes.
I don’t care. My vision is tunneling, alpha clawing free. The need burns through me—I need the omega. Need to bite. Need to bond. Need to claim.
“Shit.” Someone says it. Then the word “rut.” I know. Don’t care. My teeth ache with the need to tear into soft flesh. My cock throbs so hard I’m half-numb. The door opens and shuts.
“Omega,” I growl, guttural.
“They’ll bring her back,” one alpha says. “He can’t go anywhere like this.” Talking about me. Like I’m not in the room.
Mulled wine floods my senses—decadent, heavy. Evander. Purple streaks in his hair, coal around his eyes. He belongs to me, even through the haze. Praline follows—rich, warm. Logan. Platinum hair, sharp cheekbones. A brat if I’ve ever scented one. My hand fists in his hair before I’ve even thought.
“Brat,” I snarl. My alpha doesn’t question—it just knows.
Logan’s eyes flare wide, then heat pools dark. “Yes, Daddy.”
That’s all I need. I tear his shirt open, buttons scattering, his chest and abs bared for me like an offering.
Evander’s belt gleams silver. I hook it, drag him toward me. He laughs, reckless sparkle in his eyes. I rip off his shirt and his belt. He takes down his pants and boxers. Allowing me to see all of him.
“On your knees.” My voice is a lash. He obeys instantly, sliding down until his knees thud against the floor. He unzips me, my cock springing free thick and dripping, and opens his mouth wide. Perfect.
I stroke my length over his tongue, savoring the sight, but rut has no patience.
I clamp his hair and fuck his throat raw, driving so deep I cut off his air.
His eyelids flutter, his hands fall useless at his sides.
He gives himself over, my perfect angel, until spit and pre-cum coat his chin and I yank free with a string of saliva still connecting us.
“Hands and knees.” My command is law. Evander scrambles into position, ass arched, hole begging. “Good boy.”
His cock twitches, leaking down his thigh, and his broken whine makes my own cock throb.
Logan watches, already undressed and tense, waiting for my word.
“Are you going to be a good boy too?” I rumble. Sometimes he fights me, makes me break him down—but not today. Today his cock is dripping desperate. A reaction to our mate’s scent. He bolts for the lube, returns fast.
He slicks himself, works his fingers into Evander, stretching him while Evander moans. Then Logan holds position, cock poised, but stills—because he knows better than to move without permission.
I slick my cock, kneel behind him, grip his ass apart, and drag my tip down his crack. His panting stutters. I line us up—and slam home in one brutal thrust. Logan chokes on a moan as he drives into Evander, who collapses forward, face pressed to the floor.
“Daddy, fuck, please—use us,” Evander sobs.
That rips away the last of my restraint. I pound into Logan, who grunts deliciously beneath me. Every thrust rams him deeper into Evander’s tight little hole, the rhythm brutal, perfect.
Evander fists his cock and spills across the hardwood with a strangled cry. Logan seizes next, body locked tight as his come spills inside Evander, leaking messily down his thighs.
That’s it. My rut detonates. I shove Logan down, stacking him balls-deep inside Evander, their bodies tangled and mine pounding into both. I roar, claiming them, spilling hot and endless until I’m emptied out, rut spent.
The second my pulse steadies, the door opens—and peppermint slams into me all over again.