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Of course, my inner omega thinks that, but she's wrong. That's just the instinct to mate driving her.

They each take a pill from the bottle. I offer them the glass in my hand, but they shake their heads as they dry swallow it.

I've been patient, but now it's my turn.

The haze sinks in more as the heat under my skin grows to an inferno. Reaching down, I grab the hem of my camisole and pull it over my head, leaving me in nothing but my shorts, baring my breasts to them.

Their eyes all darken as they stare at me, and my inner omega preens at their attention. I allow myself to sink a bit more into the omega headspace so I don't have to think about what their thoughts are on my scarred body, but not so far down they talk me into something I don't want to do. My inner omega will submit to whatever they want, and I can't let myself go that deep.

I hope this isn't a mistake.

Chapter 12

As Anya bares herself to us, her full breasts beg to be sucked, and my fingers itch to pull her close and kiss her senseless. Her violet eyes are blown wide, and the pheromones rolling off her scream that she’s giving herself over to her inner omega. It calls to my alpha like a siren song.

Our omega. So beautiful. All ours, for the rest of time.

I know my alpha believes we’ll bond with her, but that’s not happening tonight, if it ever happens. With her history, I wouldn’t be surprised if she doesn’t want anything to do with us beyond what she needs. This heat is all we’re here for. Nothing more.

We just have to make sure our inner alphas don’t cross the line. I’ve always had some control, but the thought of losing it, of hurting her or one of my packmates, terrifies me.

Never hurt omega. Only protect and care for.

That’s the problem, though. My alpha doesn’t understand that bonding isn’t on the table tonight, no matter how compatible we are. Because of that, I can’t give in fully to my instincts. I have to keep one finger hovering over the stop button, at least until we’ve courted her properly and she decides she wants to mate with us. But that might never happen,and all three of us need to be okay with that.

Jenson steps forward, brushing his hand down her arm. “You’re beautiful.”

She swallows hard, her arms twitching like she wants to cover herself. Her hands fly up, signing before any of us can speak.You don’t have to say that. I’m covered in scars.

I close the distance between us, shaking my head. “Don’t say that. Your scars don’t make you any less beautiful, Anya. You’re gorgeous. They don’t define you.”

Maverick nods as he touches her other arm. “They show how hard you’ve fought to be here, and I think that’s hot as hell.” He leans closer, voice dropping. “Are you okay with kissing?”

Her glazed eyes search his face, and a small smile tugs at her lips before she nods.

A swirl of emotions rises in me as I watch his lips meet hers. As our alpha leader, it’s only right he kisses her first. Who she chooses to have sex with first will be up to her, but this moment is his. Even though, deep down, I wish it were me.

Sharing is part of our world, and I remind myself of that. I’ve never known a single one alpha and one omega couple—except in cases where a pack was lost. And that’s a pain I can’t even begin to imagine.

Maverick’s hands slide to her sides, and she raises her arms to wrap them around his neck.

Jenson catches my eye, grinning as he motions for me to step forward. Anya hops up, and Maverick lifts her easily, her legs wrapping around his waist. He groans as she grinds against his hard-on.

Her floral scent floods the room, stronger now, and I don’t know how it’s possible, but I get even harder. I’ve been this way since she opened the door and her pheromones hit me in the hallway. Their tongues tangle, and my gaze falls to her neck.

Anger flares when I spot the inflamed bite marks marring her pale, delicate skin. If those alphaholes weren’t already behind bars, I’d make sure they were buried six feet under.

I swallow my growl, not wanting to scare her, and edge closer. She has the choice to turn to me if she wants, and after a moment, she does. Her half-lidded eyes meet mine, and a heat-drunk smile spreads across her face.

It’s intoxicating.

She grabs my collar and yanks me toward her, crushing her lips to mine. Her arm snakes around my shoulders, and I move fast to catch her as she shifts into my arms. She’s so damn light. She needs to eat more, but that’s what we’re here for—to make sure she doesn’t make herself sick during her heats anymore.

Her lips are soft, and I groan when her tongue swipes at my lower lip. Her forwardness sends a thrill through me, and I open to her, meeting her tongue with mine. Her pussy presses against me through my sweats, and I didn’t think it was possible, but I get harder. My balls tighten at the friction.

I thrust back against her, desperate for more, and the sound she makes in her throat almost undoes me. But she pulls back, her brows knitting in a frown like she didn’t mean to moan.

I know about her injuries—at least, what little information I could find, but I wonder if she can make sounds and just doesn’t, or if she’s self-conscious about it.

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