Page 151 of Queen of Diamonds

I think I growled at him—over Zed’s length, which I had just taken down my throat with a whine. Zed dragged me back, fist in my hair as if trying to figure out what was wrong, and I stared up at him in utter, dazed shock.

What the fuck did he think he was doing?

“I think she wanted more, not less,” Kyan snorted, squeezing my breast.

I almost fought Knight’s grip on my hips to launch at him, but then I’d be down to zero dicks—and besides, if I killed them all, I was really fucked. I let out a snarl at Zed’s impish grin, but he did drag me back to his cock, which settled my temper.

Woah.

I mean.

I knew heats were wild, but… fuck.

ZED

After years of being touch-starved, Glade’s heat was off the charts. She was a fucking cyclone of hormones, which was either the hottest or the most frightening thing I’d ever seen.

Apparently, an Omega in heat could be managed by exactly how many knotted-peni in the room they believed were eligible for fucking. The problem was, Glade was so insanely gone, that she was on the edge of hallucinating. For a particularly worrying stretch, her temperature had soared. She’d been whimpering in distress no matter how many ways we’d fucked her, eyes fixed on one of the dusty windows.

Luckily, Knight clued in before we had to call an ambulance. He crossed the room, picked up one of my thrift shop plant holders on the windowsill (which, I realised, looked faintly phallic) and tossed it in the trash, where it shattered.

In hindsight, it was obvious he should have thrown a blanket over it instead, because at the destruction of what she’d clearly long considered a potential suitor, she lost it. With a shriek of rage, she tried to dive from the bed. Thankfully, Kyan pinned her down and knotted her before she could reach a gun, which dialled down the threat from furious mafia-Omega murder to possible pouty dismemberment.

For the next half an hour, Knight couldn’t come near us without her snarling at him. Problem was, despite the attempted kill, he was still an eligible peen, and thus, had to brave it when her temperature started soaring again.

When she had him pinned beneath her, hand closed around his neck with what might be a genuine (if mildly adorable) attempt at strangulation, it was to mount him with disconcerting aggression. I’d never seen an Omega murderously take a knot before, but now I could add it to the list of kinks I didn’t know I had.

Luckily, Knight agreed, because I don’t think I’d ever felt him so turned on down the bond.

GLADE

I don’t know how long I’d been in heat when the faintest semblance of normal consciousness returned.

It had to be more than a day, at least.

There were significantly more open cans of energy drinks and snacks littering the room as I looked around.

I think we’d fucked, like, all over the place.

There were some really odd memories floating in…

I sat bolt upright in shock.

“What is it, Little Devil?” Zed, who was currently knotted in me, blinked drowsy eyes open.

“Was there another Alpha?” I tried not to sound so wounded.

“Oh…” Kyan chuckled, sitting up beside me and tucking my hair behind my ear, his expression telling me he was surprised I was talking. Well… actually, he probably was given how out of it I’d been. “There was until Knight killed him.”

I scanned the chaotic mess of blankets and pillows until I saw Knight, who was frozen mid-stride on his way back to the bed, mug of steaming tea halfway to his lips.

“You… killed him?” I asked.

He narrowed his eyes, something wary in his gaze. “So what if I did?”

I breathed a sigh of relief that made Knight relax.

He set the tea on the side table and dropped down at my back. “You decided you don’t want another Alpha?” he asked.

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