Page 49 of Talk About… Trouble

“Holy shit, that’s so fucking hot, but also a little scary. Where’s my sweet girl?” Devon teased. I turned, nipping at his bare shoulder in warning. But the moment his own scent hit me, coated in sweet slick, I was moving away from my alpha and toward him.

“You asked for it,” Nash said, but managed to snag me around my waist. “Where’s the biggest bed? We aren’t fucking Wren here in the hall on the hardwood.”

“Pack suite, down the hall at the end,” he said. Nash turned and walked me toward the door, Braxton moving forward to open it.

I didn’t want to fight mating with my pack. Now that I knew they were mine, true scent matches, there was no stopping me.

After everything… I deserved happiness.

Shepherd

My omega was so strong. The way she fought this feral heat spike meant that she had more control than she realized.

After the trauma she told us about, even though it was only a glimpse of how far it went, it was easy to see that this was her omega’s grand entrance back to the world.

She’d been through hell, abused, used, and now she needed to know that we were safe before she’d truly let herself be content.

We’d have to fight every instinct riding us to bite our mate. She deserved better than not remembering such an intense and powerful moment.

“We’re here,” I soothed as Nash laid her out in the bed. Her eyes went from their gorgeous blues to this midnight black. The fog had consumed her and all that was left was instinct and desperation.

“She needs us,” Devon said pointedly. “Show both of us you’re a worthy pack.” There was a hint of vulnerability in his words, too.

I revised my earlier statement in my head. Both of my omegas were strong.

Here he was, feeling every bit of the pheromones in the air but holding on for her. Giving her what she needed and making sure we did the same.

He cast each one of us a long look before his full attention was on Wren. She was splayed out on the bed, writhing and pleading. He made quick work of pulling off the panties and long tee she had on, baring her for us.

She was gorgeous, almost ethereal.

Her head lolled to the side, more pleas falling from those gorgeous pouty lips.

“Alpha, please.”

Fuck that. She didn’t need to beg. I’d give her everything to ease this discomfort. We all would. I knew that without even looking at the other alpha or our beta.

It was insane how quickly we were falling into place. When our omega was in distress we didn’t hesitate to lean on each other.

I’d always written off ever being in a pack. Not just for the lack of guidance from my failure of fathers, but the fact I barely had friends.

Now, it felt as natural as breathing. We weren’t a fully bonded pack, so I didn’t feel them, but it was as if my alpha already knew what to do.

How wrong my fathers were.

Devon wasn’t as bogged down by his hangups, diving right between her legs and devouring her. Then my thoughts fell away and my alpha stepped up. Even if she was captivating with hermouth falling open and her back arched, I knew she needed us close, craved our touch and our knots.

And she’d get them.

“We’ve got you, little dove,” I purred, tracing my nose over her neck, down her chest, to her torso. Her scent was bright and rich now. I nipped and sucked at her exposed skin, drinking in the sweet moans our omega was teasing from her.

When I made it closer to his face, I moved from her skin to his as Nash moved in behind me, Braxton on her other side.

Devon let out a soft whimper as I nipped at his ear and ran my calloused hands down his exposed skin. Goosebumps erupted and the sweet, unmistakable scent of slick and his scent bloomed in the air.

She smelled it, too, her feral gasp followed by her shoving our omega’s face into her pussy, demanding he make her come.

“Give her what she wants,” I rumbled in his ear, nipping at it again. “Make our omega come so she’s nice and relaxed for our knots.”

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