13. Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Thirteen
Vivi
My big happy-go-lucky Alpha is on his knees for me, and the power of this moment has slick running down my thighs once again.
Need for these men surges through me, making me ache for them in a way I’ve never experienced with any other Alpha I’ve ever met. For my sanity, I need to know more, but the connection between us is undeniable.
Damn scent-match.
But they saved me. They stopped Marcel from hurting my kitty.
And holy heck, did Ty’s tongue know just what to do. The thought triggers a cramp low in my abdomen, and my breath gusts out. This heat is going to happen whether I want it to or not.
Ty shares a bit about himself. Who doesn’t like sand? He better get over it because I’m a big beach fan. But at least it’s something, and I grasp the little bit of information like finding water in a desert.
My body hums, drinking in his rum punch scent that both soothes and inflames me. His touch does just enough to calm my haze. The clarity allows my eyes to land on Fox.
“You next,” I demand, wanting any scrap of information I can glean from my dark, intense alpha. His muscles bulge when he puts his hands on his hips, cocking his head to study me carefully. A red tinge appears on his cheeks, and I fall for him right on the spot.
“Uhhhh, well,” he begins, lifting one hand to run it through his hair and give it a bit of a tug. “I’m Fox. Which you know. I have no idea what to say. I like funnel cake, but I think chocolate-frosted cupcakes just became my favorite dessert. I don’t have any particular feelings about suits or sand. My family owns an apple orchard, so I grew up climbing trees to pick the best fruit.”
Fox shrugs, and there are a billion questions on the tip of my tongue. Curiosity fills me, but my skin is getting hotter by the second, and a cold sweat pops up over my skin. Laying my hand against Ty’s, I give it a little squeeze before leaving him to stand in front of his packmate. Grabbing his shirt in my fist, I give a yank, and the big man immediately yields, leaning toward me so I can press a quick kiss on his supple lips. He tastes fresh, soothing, and clean, just like a fresh spring rain.
Moaning, I allow him to wrap his muscular arms around my slight frame, feeling safe and treasured.
Home.
This is absolutely crazy. Spinning in his embrace, my eyes find Dash. His tattooed hand runs over his beard, and my fingers itch to see if it’s soft or rough. How would it feel rubbing on my thighs? My nipples tighten, poking through the barely-there material of my robe, but even the thin silk is starting to feel impossibly abrasive; a clear sign my heat is going to start in earnest at any second.
Raising a brow, I indicate that I want him to fall in line and tell me about himself like my other Alphas, but he just grins wickedly and doesn’t make a single sound. He’s goading me—his stupid man bun’s about to get a tug. The room is completely silent other than Mako licking his paws, completely oblivious to the power struggle between us.
Sweat beads my brow, but I refuse to drop my gaze. Omegas are submissive, and Dash is clearly a very dominant Alpha, but we need to establish right here that I am my own damn person, and he can’t control me.
Our stare-down continues, and the tension in the room ratchets higher and higher with each passing second. My pussy flutters, aching to be filled by this dominant beast of a man, and my clit becomes so sensitive that just the slightest touch would unleash a maelstrom of euphoria.
He saunters closer to me, eyes dark with lust and gleaming with a feral light that has me wanting to fall to my hands and knees and present for him. My perfume blooms even deeper, drowning us in my scent, but still, we remain locked in a never-ending battle.
“Tell me, Dash,” I insist, holding my breath to see if he’ll do it. Will he be an Alpha who gives me what I need, or just another jerk who wants to take? One that sees me as a pretty object to boss around. Seen and not heard.
Fox’s arm flexes around me protectively as Dash closes in, and happy-go-lucky Ty moves on silent feet, getting closer as though ready to intervene. But all of us drop our jaws in shock when Dash crouches low, bringing us to eye level.
“Little omega, words aren’t really my thing. I don’t know what to tell you, and I don’t give a fuck about sand. But I’m here, and I won’t ever let anyone touch you against your will again. I’ll destroy anyone who hurts you. Or tries to take advantage of you. You’re mine, and I’m yours,” he growls, reaching out to trace my nose with his finger before booping the end.
“And you promise never to call me princess ever again,” I add with a little giggle at the silly gesture that seems so at odds with his nature.
“Promise,” he swears. “Now, where do you want us to take you for your heat? We would be fucking honored to be a part of it. But we can also check you into a heat clinic.”
This is it. The moment of truth.
My stomach somersaults as those butterflies take flight again. It’s like that moment right before doing a stunt when anything is possible. I might go soaring and land perfectly or fall and break my neck. With the precipice looming ever closer, I take in the three men standing before me. Their eyes are hungry, devouring every inch of bare skin they can see, but even in my almost naked state, I’m powerful rather than vulnerable.
The three of them are barely breathing as they wait for my answer, their focus completely on me. If I told them to leave, they would, although Dash’s crossed arms and thrown-back shoulders make me think he would stay outside to make sure no one could hurt me.
Time to leap.
“I want to go to your pack house,” I blurt out, throwing both feet right over the ledge. “I need you.”