Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
Siobhan
I don’t like this. My omega hates wherever we are. It smells like my alpha, but it smells like too many other people too. Gross alphas and betas scents all over the seats. Not mine.
I grumble and wrinkle my nose, then bury it in my alpha’s neck. I lick and suck at it, then nibble on the skin below his coarse stubble. His scent strengthens, and the low rumble in his chest vibrates into me. I can’t tell if it’s a purr or a growl, but either way, it makes me feel haughty.
Because it says this is my alpha, and no one else gets to touch him.
But then someone does.
Hands on my stomach, scooping up the warm weight that’s settled on me.
I crack one eye open and hiss at the dark haired man next to us. He freezes, then turns deep brown eyes on me. I glare at him, displeased at his hands disrupting my comfort. I curl my arms around the warm black bundle, and it starts purring.
See? Mine.
I curl my entire body around it and turn into my alpha, ignoring the voices around me.
“What are you doing?” someone out of sight says.
“I’m trying to get Bunny so I can put her in her carrier,” the disruptor replies. “She doesn’t seem to want to let go of her.”
“Maybe Jayce can help distract her.”
My alpha’s rumble gets louder, and now it sounds more growly.
His arms tighten around me, protecting both me and my favorite ball of fur.
I stroke a hand down his chest, petting him for being such a good boy.
The rumble gentles again, and I sigh, letting my eyes fall closed and relaxing in his hold.
When I open my eyes again, it’s to a much more familiar and welcome sight.
“Home,” I say, reaching my hand out towards my nest at the far end of the hall.
“She told me it was that door, but I haven’t seen it. Never been invited in,” the man I love seeing in my home says. He’s holding a cat carrier, and I frown when I realize I’m not carrying my baby kitty anymore. Did he take her from me? My eyes dart between the carrier and the door to my nest.
“I’ll get Bunny set up in the guest room, then get some snacks and drinks together. I already sent a message to work for emergency heat leave, you need me to call in for you?”
“We’re good, I covered our notices after you called. Holler if you need anything.”
The alpha holding me is silent, apart from the deep vibration in his chest. It makes me melt into him, and I hope it never stops.
“Here,” the other alpha says, opening the door to my nest. “Set her down, Jayce. We need to give her the chance to invite us in.”
I ignore both alphas and dive into my nest, relief and heat surging through me, fighting for dominance.
My insides clench, and I huff when the large shirt I’m wearing gets stuck under my knees while I’m rearranging the pillows.
I try to get it off, but it’s still caught, and I end up tipping over onto my side with it stuck over my head.
A growl rolls from my throat and I fight with the shirt, flailing around and kicking my legs until it finally frees my arms and head and I can see again.
I’m panting, and despite how annoyed I am at this shirt, it smells perfect, so I keep it instead of throwing it to the side. I tuck it between two pillows, then look around for another shirt that smells like my pack. Except…
I spin around on my knees, but there are no shirts. No blankets, no pillows, nothing else that smells like them. My alphas and my beta. I frown, but before I can yell or cry or rip something apart, something black plops onto the mattress a couple feet away from me.
My eyes latch onto the soft material and I snatch it to my chest, then look up. My alphas are standing in the doorway, and both are now shirtless. I blink. Shirtless and sexy as hell.
Bronze skin and toned muscles. Wide shoulders, confident posture, crossed arms, dark hair scattered across a broad chest. Mouth watering. I want to lick every inch.
My hungry eyes drink in the one next to them. Lightly tanned skin, bulging arms, a stomach that looks like a pillow. A dusting of pale hair. Freckles, and more freckles.
Tight jaws and heated gazes.
“Omega,” the paler one growls, and I clench my thighs together.
I lick my lips, and without breaking eye contact, I lower my face and inhale the scent on the shirt clutched to my chest.
Palo Santo and rosemary, hints of bonfire and smoke. My alphas. Mine.
I want them. Need them in here with me. The burning is coming back, getting stronger again, and I can sense the cramps are going to start again soon, too.
I pick the perfect spot for the shirt and tuck it in.
As soon as I do, a pillowcase is tossed my direction, and then a whole handful of shirts that smell like my alphas and beta all mixed together.
I tuck some of the shirts into the pillowcase, and others are placed strategically around my nest, until finally it’s perfect.
I sit back on my heels and sigh, my body finally relaxing.
Then the rumbling growl-purr from my alpha reaches my ears. I don’t think he ever stopped, I just wasn’t paying attention. But I’m paying attention now.
My nipples harden to near painful points, and slick coats my inner thighs. My heart picks up and my breath shudders in and out of my lungs. When I look to the doorway, all three of them are there.
“Pack,” I say, or at least I hope I do.
“We’re here, Moonbeam,” my beta says, and I want to cry at how mean I was to him earlier. In the car. I think I hissed at him. I didn’t mean to, it’s just that I forgot.
“It’s okay, Siobhan,” he says, and I wonder if I said that all out loud. “You did, and it’s okay. We understand you were feeling protective. All we want is to help you. What do you need, Moonbeam?”
“Pack.”
“May we enter your nest, omega?” my alpha says, and I latch my eyes onto his dark ones. They’re barely banked coals, determined and stern. I want them to be heated again, like when they were watching me earlier.
“Yes,” I whisper.
They all slip out of their clothes, then crawl into the nest with me. My rumbly alpha curls around my body, and I sink into his soft warmth, reveling in his possessive hold.
“Here,” I say, sitting my beta where I want him, and then moving my other alpha next to him. “You here.”
My alpha smiles at me, but I glare at that smile. It looks… not right. Like they think I’m amusing.
“Not funny,” I say.
They hold their hands up, and my gaze catches on those strong hands. “We’re yours, omega. You’re in control, so long as you’re cognizant.”
I don’t care what those words mean. My gaze follows their hands as they lower them to their lap. Those fucking hands. Thick veins running down the back, strong fingers and trimmed nails.
I lean forward, swatting at my protective alpha until he gives me enough slack that I can lick one of those sexy hands. I grab their wrist, then shove two of their fingers into my mouth.
“Fuck,” the alpha whispers, but I’m done listening.
I close my eyes and suck, tasting their skin and wishing it was more.
They pull their hand back, but I bite down until they groan and shove their fingers further into my mouth, stroking along my tongue.
I wiggle out of my alpha’s hold until I’m on my knees, then I bend over so my shoulders and cheek are on the bed with my head turned to the side—so I can keep this alpha’s delicious fingers filling my mouth.
“Is she…” my beta starts to say, but his voice trails off.
“Presenting for me,” rumbly growls behind me. His voice is devastating, predatory and so intense it makes me whimper with need. I wiggle my ass, impatient. “Fucking perfect omega.”