Page 39 of Ruffled Feathers

My Alpha—yes,mine—stared at Strat. “Omega, are you okay?”

Strat shook his head. “No. I’m going into heat too.” He cleared his throat, but I could sense the strain in his tone. “Otillie-James has indicated she’d like me there during her heat, but I think that unless all the Alphas are on board, having two Omegas in heat would make it harder on Otillie-James.”

I whined again, but suddenly, Truett appeared, and it became too much. Everything was too much now. I sucked on Sonny’s neck, and he groaned, gripping my ass as I wrapped my legs around him. I ground my core against his abs, and normal me would’ve been horrified, but right now, I didn’t give a flying fuck.

He buried his hand in my hair and pulled it back slightly. “Calm, Omega. I’m going to make everything better, I promise.”

Everything was hazy. I reached for Truett, and finally, he was there, taking my lips with his and kissing away the pain.Yes. This is what I need.I climbed from Sonny’s arms to his and gave him long, sucking kisses that were sloppy and desperate.

Truett pulled back, heaving in oxygen. “Baby girl, this is a surprise.”

I wanted to sayno shit,but I had better things I wanted to do with my mouth than verbally spar with him.

A scent hit me between the eyes, and I moaned. It wasn’t Truett, though he smelled like heaven. It wasn’t even Sonny, with his warm, earthy scent. No, I knew who it was, and I washungry.

Pulling away, I looked over at Strat. “Omega,” I growled. He was in heat too, and I was going to fuck my Omega. He was mine. “Mine.”

Wiggling out of Truett’s arms, I went straight to Strat and climbed him like a tree. Bless his horny Omega heart, he didn’t even hesitate, taking my lips with his and giving me a scorching kiss that just made me even more desperate. We fed off eachother until I was clawing at his shirt. I needed his skin. I needed to touch it, to taste it.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” someone groaned. “Omega, we would be honored if you let us see you through your heat also.” I realized it was Sonny, and he wasn’t talking to me, but to Strat.

“I accept. Thank you, Alphas,” he mumbled against my lips. I pulled away so I could look at him. Did I look like that too? Flushed and wild?. “And thank you, my little Omega.”

Holy shit.Why did that make me gush? He was also an Omega—it shouldn’t have the same effect, should it?

“Now if you can point me in the direction of her bedroom, I’m this close to losing it and fucking her on your front porch.”

Someone breathed the wordfuckagain, but it didn’t matter to me anymore. The haze was fully down, and the Omega was in charge.

Twenty

Truett

Iwas reeling. Not a lot of things in my life threw me for a loop, but Strat Wilmington calling to tell me that not only was OJ an Omega, but that she was in heat, well… I doubted I’d ever top it.

I’d expected neither of those things when I woke up this morning. I especially didn’t think I’d be helping two Omegas through their heats.

Fuck.We were going to die. But what a way to go.

Male Omegas were reasonably rare, and people who bonded male Omegas coddled them, like they were some kind of rare and expensive creature. To have a maleandfemale Omega during a heat was almost unheard of. I was kind of hoping, for the sake of all our health, that their heats would almost feed off each other.

We hovered behind as Strat carried OJ up the stairs, not even removing his mouth from hers to watch his step, either trusting himself or us to ensure he didn’t fall to his death, taking her with him.

I moved closer behind him. He was a big guy, but I was bigger. The combination of their scents was enchanting. Beguiling. I was like a rat following the pied piper to certaindeath with a smile on my face. Strat was fucking gorgeous, his well-muscled body flexing as he strode up the stairs with self-assurance. His ass was so fucking biteable, I could barely resist the urge to lean forward and take it between my teeth.

I still couldn’t believe Strat was here. My brain kept feeding me scenarios and positions, and each one got filthier and filthier, until I was fairly sure my cock was about to burst through the seams of my pants.

This was fate. Or luck.

Sonny and Strat had apparently come to some kind of agreement, and my Packmate was also staring at the two with stars in his eyes. Once we made it to the landing, I grabbed his arm. “No biting, Edison.”

It wasn’t the right time. She’d had enough upheaval; she needed to come to terms with that before we brought her into the Pack. But shewouldbe Pack. She’d be our Omega.

Sonny nodded. “No biting. Not this time, anyway.”

In agreement, we stepped through the door to OJ’s bedroom, and obviously, we’d taken too long having our thirty-second conversation, because they were already naked. It was almost a superpower.

They were gorgeous together. Hard lines and soft curves, pale skin and golden tan. They were perfect, two sides of the same coin. And they’d be mine for the next week. My Alpha roared to the surface, and I moved toward them. I wanted to watch, but I wanted to taste even more.

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