46. Dorian
Chapter forty-six
Dorian
"God, I want to be in there."
Beside me, Cole stands like a sentinel, his gaze fixed on the closed bedroom door, his scent a thrum of barely leashed alpha energy. Every cry from Elena, every guttural groan from James, strikes against our heightened senses like a match to kindling.
We’ve already tried burning off our restless alpha energy with quick errands through the villa.
On our last round, I grabbed every flavor of iced herbal infusion I could find, and Cole showed up right behind me with what can only be described as an obscene amount of berries.
We added them to the growing spread of food and drinks just outside her room.
And we're ready to fetch her anything else she might want.
I know trying to distract two alphas from their omega's heat is a fool's errand, but it beats just standing here… like we're doing now.
Another breathy moan slips through the door, setting my thoughts into a relentless spiral. Elena must be so ready for us right now. Open in all the right places, an omega in heat producing enough slick to take even an alpha knot in the ass without prep.
Add to that the fact our knots will deflate much faster than normal, meaning we'll go round after round…
And that she's been on medication for years, meaning her heat will be I-N-T-E-N-S-E…
Let's just say the next few days are going to be… brutal. Primal.
I'm so eager I texted my assistant just a few minutes ago to clear my schedule for the entire week, with a hold on the one after. Just in case.
I take a step toward the door before forcing myself to stop. A fresh wave of need claws up my throat, a command to barge in, to claim. It takes everything I have not to obey it. Damn, I'm usually so in control…
"She’ll call for us," Cole murmurs beside me, his voice a grounding rumble. "You'll see."
He’s right. I know he’s right.
I wrestle the instinct back.
This isn’t jealousy. James was her choice this time, and I respect that.
But it doesn’t mean I’m not restless as hell.
The sounds inside intensify, building to a cascade of desperate cries and deep moans. Elena screams in pure, shattering release, so intense it makes my cock twitch.
Then, silence.
Just ragged breathing, soft murmurs. Cole and I wait, unmoving, breath suspended.
The moment stretches. Every instinct I have is locked on that door, waiting.
One minute. Five. More.
Each second winds tighter in my chest.
Then, her voice. It's soft but clear, cutting through the door.
"Dorian. Cole."