Page 8 of Fight or Fly

A full-body shiver took me, as hazy memories of Flynn’s rough voice narrating filthy suggestions as Kam fucked me with a dildo flitted across my mind. He’d been watching us the whole time, cataloguing my responses. Probably Kam’s as well, now that I thought about it.

“Oh,” I managed.

Jax shot Flynn a flat stare before turning his attention back to me. “Unlike my packmate, I’m not a mind reader. I’d love to hear your about likes and dislikes, so we can make sure this is as good for you as it can possibly be.”

I looked at him blankly for long moments, trying not to get swept up in the way his full lips moved as he spoke, or how incredibly blue his eyes were.

“Uhh...” Outside of my last heat, the sum total of my experience consisted of the times Kam and I had fooled around. “I like... oral?”

“Giving and receiving?” Jax asked. “Or just receiving?”

“Both,” I said, aware that an alpha cock was likely to be a much different proposition than Kam’s slender, half-hard shaft. The idea still made my mouth water. I swallowed and licked my lips, both alphas’ gazes dipping to my mouth as I did.

I thought about the stories betas told about alphas, and added reluctantly, “I don’t think I want it rough. I wouldn’t want to be held down or... forced.”

Kam’s fingers stilled against the skin of my neck. I glanced up at him, but his face was a mask.

“Our sweet girl wants to be worshipped,” Flynn said. “I could’ve told you that. It’s our Ginger Tea here who wants to be pinned down by the throat and used over and over until he breaks.”

The faintest sound of an inhaled breath came from above me, and my eyes flew to Kam’s face again. He was still holding his expression carefully neutral, but his eyes had darkened, and there was a fine tremor in his hand.

Jax looked between his packmate and mine before addressing Kam in a wry tone. “I think we’ll start out concentrating on Leona. If this asshole is wrong about things, just stay near Alex and she’ll make sure he minds his manners. And if he’s right, well... we’ll have plenty of time to play with that, once the initial edge is off.”

“I’ll take that under consideration,” Kam replied, a bit hoarsely.

Flynn let out a rumble of laughter.

I frowned up at my packmate, placing a hand on his knee and giving it a squeeze. “Are you all right,odama?”

The atmosphere had grown a bit...odd, and I couldn’t quite pin it down. I felt like Flynn’s words should have upset me, rather than sending a trickle of heat down my spine. There was nothing threatening in his scent or demeanor. If anything, it feltfond. And Kam didn’t seem upset, as such... only disconcerted.

“Of course I am, Leo,” he said. “Let’s just keep the focus on you, where it belongs.”

“I’m good at multitasking,” Flynn said serenely. “But that’s enough talk. As much as I like seeing you in my shirt, I’d much rather see you out of it. Easier to give you a massage that way.”

My breath caught at the idea of Flynn’s big hands running over my body. I felt a flush heat my cheeks. “I’m not sure that’s...” I trailed off, unsure how to finish the sentence.

“Do as he says,” Jax ordered. There was nothing unkind in his tone, but the hint of alpha power beneath it went straight to my core. “Alex is watching over things. Yourodamais watching over things. It’s time to let go and let the rest of us take care of you.”

I couldn’t breathe for a moment, as a lifetime of struggle not to succumb to omega weakness battled my body’s need for surrender to the alphas who would knot me through my heat. My gaze flew to Kam’s. He took my chin in his slender fingers and leaned down, pressing a kiss to my lips.

“I’m right here, beloved,” he murmured into our shared air. “But it’s them you need right now.”

Liquid warmth rolled through my body. The nest was awash in the scents of cypress and musk, cardamom and sandalwood. It felt like a drug... like an answer to a question I hadn’t thought to ask yet.

“Come to us, Leona,” Flynn rumbled.

Without conscious thought, my arms and legs moved, pulled by that tone of casual command. I crawled toward the alphas who’d shepherded me through a heat once before, the softness of the nest cushioning my hands and knees. When I reached them, I knelt, not able to look either of them in the eye.

A dark-skinned hand entered my field of vision. Fingers cupped my jaw, and Flynn’s thumb brushed over my lower lip, lighting every nerve in my body. My nipples tightened into painful points. He lifted my chin until I had to look at him.

“Shirt off, little omega,” he said. The merest hint of an alpha bark had me scrambling to pull the oversized tee over my head and toss it away. I crossed my arms over my chest to cover it, not even sure where the impulse had come from. My sex was throbbing.

“None of that,” Jax said gently. “Let go, Leona. We’ve got you now.”

A touch on the side of my neck guided me to bare my throat for them, and my whole body followed a moment later. I rolled onto my back among the soft furs and cushions, all of the tension flowing out of me as I showed the alphas my belly, and nothing horrible happened.

“So beautiful,” Flynn said, running a single fingertip from my chin, down my throat, between my breasts, and along my stomach to my navel.

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