I groaned, my already stiff cock painful in my jeans. I looked to Lin, panting with effort as I said, “One last sweep.”
Double-checking the front and back doors. Locked.
Kitchen door. Locked.
Windows in the kitchen, den, pantry. Latched. Curtains drawn.
Hunting camera connections. Still live.
Finally, I was satisfied. I held on to the last tether of myself as a man as I bounded up the stairs, following the aroma—and, fucking god, the sounds—of my omega.
Motherfuck.She’dchosenmyold bedroom.
How and why, I had no fucking clue. We followed the moans of a needy omega, passing dark room after dark room toward the lone strip of yellow light peeking out from beneath the door at the end of the hall. All the while, I prepared my heart for the sight ofmyomega inmyroom.
Was there any preparing for that?
We burst through the bedroom door, and were met with a wall of excited, wild scents.
Nope. There was absolutely no preparation that would’ve saved me from the palpitations that took me over. Even Lin swayed on the spot, gripping the doorframe. “Fuck,” he whispered, eyes glued to the bed.
To Taryn, laid bare, whimpering with her legs thrown over Brea’s shoulders. To Brea, all but burrowing into Taryn’s wet and shining vulva, her own cheeks pink with excitement. To Brooks, shirt unbuttoned but otherwise clothed, giving ouromega lazy kisses as he dragged his fingers over her breasts and across her sternum.
Brooks looked up as we entered, a wicked smile dancing on his lips. “About time.” He tipped his chin toward Brea. “She has a whole vision. Couldn’t properly start without you.”
Brea hummed, giving one long, final lick before pulling away, giving me my first full view of Taryn’s drenched, pink pussy. Taryn whined as Brea stood and motioned us both forward. Brooks nuzzled against the whimpering, whining omega.
My heart was gonna beat out of my fucking chest.
Brea locked eyes with me as I stepped up to her.
“Lin, Brooks,” she said, voice hoarse. “Warm each other up. No coming allowed.”
I was barely aware of Lin darting around me, pulling his beta off the bed and immediately taking his lips. My focus was on Brea, smiling up at me with Taryn’s slick coating her lips, her cheeks.
My alpha wanted to lick it off her face. I did too.
Brea grasped my chin between her thumb and forefinger, slowly bringing my face in closer to hers before planting a firm but slow kiss on my lips. The flavor was euphoric, Taryn’s creamy toffee notes mixing with Brea’s fruity vanilla.
I had to have more.
A groan rumbled up the back of my throat as I pulled Brea in closer, teasing her lips and sucking every bit of omega slick from them. I couldn’t stop myself from running my tongue up her cheeks, lapping every delectable drop I can find.
A desperate sob brought my attention back to the bed. “Alphas.”
I glanced between Brea and Taryn. I was desperate for her. For them both. But there was enoughCaineleft in control to cede preference to Brea. She was Taryn’s only bonded mate. I would only take when she told me I could take.
“Kiss her, alpha,” Brea whispered against my lips.
Thank fucking gods.
I approached the side of the bed, the haze of the air around Taryn adding to the euphoria as she scurried up to her knees and reached for me. Glassy brown eyes pierced right through me, and my hands hovered over her skin.
Still terrified to touch her.
You’ll break her. Scare her. Ruin her.
You have to leave, while you still—