Page 27 of Puck Your Neighbor

Jenson’s pace picks up, his breathing heavier as one of his hands moves to stroke her clit. Her cries grow louder, her head tilting back as she gives herself over.

"You’re so hot, Anya." The words slip out before I can stop them. I want her to know we’re not turned off by her moaning, that she can be herself.

Maverick lifts his lips from her breast and nods. "Such a good omega. Our omega."

She shatters. Her thighs squeeze around Jenson’s hips as she moans, her voice raw and broken. Jenson follows, his movements turning erratic before he stills, his knot locking them together.

He leans over her, his forehead brushing hers as he catches his breath. She trembles, her fingers gripping the blanket as she blinks up at him, her eyes glazed but softer now.

I press a kiss to her shoulder, the heat of her skin warm beneath my lips. When Jenson finally pulls back, she shifts, her gaze moving between all of us. Her lips part, and even though no words come out, her meaning is clear. She signs. "Thank you."

They’ll be locked together for a while, but soon, we’ll each get to care for her the way our inner alphas need. We’ll stay with her through her heat, and if she lets us, for the rest of our lives. I hold onto hope that this is just the beginning.

Chapter 13

Maverick hands me a mug of throat coat tea and I give him a nod of thanks as I sip it. My throat is killing me. My heat is finally over, but during it, my inner omega had no issue moaning. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard to me, but they seem to like it. So she did it more to please them. But after almost a decade of near silence, my vocal cords are shot, and I'm paying for it now. The tea helps, though, soothing the raw feeling.

Leo sits beside me in my nest, running his fingers through my hair. It's a comforting gesture, one I've quickly grown accustomed to over the past week. Jenson's on the other side, his hand resting gently on my knee. We're a tangle of limbs and blankets.

It's been...intense.My heat has never hit me as hard as it did while on suppressants. Having three compatible alphas at my disposal certainly didn't hurt, either. They were incredible, patient, and attentive to my every need, every whimper, every mumbled, garbled request. It was overwhelming, in the best way possible. Now that it is over, I don't know what to do with myself.

But there's a nervous energy in the air. Today's the day. We have to go to the clinic, get the blood tests, and prove our compatibility to the league. It's the only way they can keep their "emergency leave" without getting penalized. Part of me is terrified. What if it's all a mistake? What if the tests come back negative? But another part, the part that's grown increasingly fond of these three men, is hopeful.

I don't want them to get in trouble. Not because of me. Not because of this.

"You okay, sweetheart?" Leo asks, his voice soft. He's always so gentle with me.

I nod, offering him a small smile. It's hard to express the whirlwind of emotions inside me, especially without a voice.

Jenson squeezes my knee. "We're going to be right there with you, every step of the way."

"We just need to get this done, so we're not benched," Maverick adds, from where he's leaning against the door frame of my bedroom.

"I know. Thank you," I sign.

My gaze drifts towards the window overlooking the street. I still haven't brought myself to look at that email sitting in my inbox. I know I need to read it, and it nags at me.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road." Maverick pushes himself off the door frame. "The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can relax."

It's now or never to know the truth.

The clinic is a small, nondescript building downtown. The waiting room is empty, thankfully. I don't think I could handle a crowd right now. A nurse, her name tag reading "Maria," greets us with a warm smile.

"Right this way." She leads us to a private room.

The phlebotomist, a young man with tattooed arms, enters shortly after.

"Hello, I'm Nathan. This should be quick, just need a small vial from each of you, and then you'll be free to go."

He starts with me, the alcohol swab cold against my skin. I can't watch as he draws a vial of blood from me.

He then makes quick work of the guys.

"That's it." He labels the vials. "You'll receive the results via email within the hour. Have a nice day."

We head out to the front and Maria hands us a small card with a website and a code. "You can upload your results here for the league to review."

We thank her and head out, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife.

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