Page 30 of Love in Excess

“How did you guys meet? She told me a lot on our first date but…”

I snort, stretching out a little bit. “It’s not as wild as it sounds but she was caught up in the system after a rather poor hacking job into the database to erase one of her previous convictions. She has a way with computers, mostly with programming. I don’t understand half of it. All I know is that her digital signature was in places it shouldn’t be. The chief wanted her locked up for a few days.”

Lincoln frowns. “Wait… Celeste? Like our Omega was in jail?”

“No. I saw her and knew she was mine. I was still with the precinct at the time but I wasn’t going to let her spend a lick of time behind bars. Somehow, I conned the chief into letting me bring her on as an informant for the case we were solving. Something about fraud. She helped out and it erased that last charge.”

The memory is both fond and a little terrifying, knowing who my Omega was and that I very well could lose her all at once.

“It didn’t get all the way to the courts but part of her probation is no computers. No internet. Nothing that could give her an opportunity to step back into that life.”

Lincoln leans down to press a kiss to Celeste’s head. “That explains the brick of a phone she’s got.”

I laugh at that too because she’s the one who picked it out. I had no problems just disabling one of the newer phones when it came to Wi-Fi or internet capabilities but she was adamant about that little device, calling itcute.

“Yeah and it probably took us a day or two to make things official, although it was a bit longer before we made it public.”

Lincoln searches my face, his gaze narrowing slightly before he just laughs. “Why do I feel like it was more that you were a bit overprotective and she told you exactly how she wanted it? The few times I’ve been around Celeste, she’s always in charge.”

“You’re not wrong. She definitely claimed me before I claimed her.”

The conversation dies off as I continue to watch Lincoln with Celeste, his soft touches making her shudder in her sleep. Suddenly, her eyes snap open, her scent exploding through the bathroom as a whine tears from her throat. He stares down at her, confused, our Omega turning to me for relief.

I gladly open my arms as Celeste scrambles into them, trying and failing to get my cock into her pussy. Lincoln is still staring, turned on but confused, unsure of where he’s supposed to fit.I had expected as much. “I can feel one of her spikes about to come on. Unless you’d like to stay….” Uncertainty flares in those beautiful hazel-green eyes. “You don’t have to make an excuse if you need some space, Doc. Color?”

He breathes, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yellow.”

“I thought so. Take Jasmine home. Eat something. Let me know when you get there, okay?”

Lincoln’s eyes search mine, uncertainty lingering in his expression. “And this is okay?”

“I’m just happy to know you want this.”

CELESTE

I can’t find the relief I need, another whine pouring from my lips as I press myself against Hunter’s chest, mourning the loss of Lincoln at my back. I understand why he left but it’s also fucking with my senses, the lingering scent of hazelnut coffee demanding that someone brings him back to me.

Water sloshes over the edge of the tub as I grind my hips down, slick pouring between my thighs, as heat claws at me, demanding more. I bury my face in Hunter’s neck, my lips grazing the tattoos curling along his skin, seeking relief in his scent, his warmth, his everything. My nails dig into his shoulders, a desperate moan slipping from my throat.

Hunter’s laugh is infuriating as he wraps his hands beneath my thighs before standing up out of the water. “I got you, baby girl,” he murmurs into my hair before stepping out of the tub.The cold air of the bathroom has me shivering as I cling to my Alpha, my tongue darting out to drag along his skin.

It’s not enough, though.

He takes a step toward the hallway and I squirm in his arms, afraid that out there Lincoln’s scent will be gone. “In here, Alpha. Knot me here.”

He hesitates, his brown eyes searching mine, concern flickering through the heat in his gaze. “Your nest will be more comfortable, baby,” he says, his hands sliding under my ass to better support me.

I shake my head, my breath catching in my throat. “But Lincoln’s scent isn’t there. Please, Alpha.” I need this, need him, need the connection to both my mates, even if Lincoln’s not here yet. The thought of his hazelnut and coffee scent mixing with Hunter’s makes my core clench, more slick gathering between my thighs and slipping down Hunter’s chest.

His cock bobs against my ass as his resolve cracks, his jaw tightening as he nods. “Alright, baby.” He lowers me to the bathmat, the soft fabric cool against my fevered skin. I spread my thighs, my body trembling as he kneels between them, his hands roughly gripping my hips. His eyes lock on mine, the intensity that I fell for staring back at me before he surges forward, filling me in one deep thrust.

A cry tears from my throat, my back arching off the mat as he moves, each thrust driving me higher up the wall and sating my need. My nails rake down his arms, leaving red trails across his tattoos, Hunter reaching between us to pinch my clit.

My pussy clenches around him, trying to suck his knot inside of me for relief. The slick eases each time he sinks into me, my body greedy and desperate for my Alpha. I’ve always loved my heats, the mess and need and whines… those three c’s—cocks, cuddles, and cum keeping me blissed out for a day or two.

But this time, I need Lincoln. I need both of them.

Hunter lets out a possessive growl as he fucks into me harder, one of my hands moving to brace against the cabinet at my head. My body shifts up with every thrust, his knot thickening as he pushes inside one last time.

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