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Slowly, Alex stands, crossing the room and standing beside me. This close, her scent has my hips thrusting forward, unable to control the way my cock seeks her out.
I want her so bad I can’t breathe.
She stares at me for a moment before speaking. “Let go of your brother, Dario.”
I immediately scramble away.
She places two fingers on my brother’s neck andpauses, counting to herself. Then she holds his eyelids open and pulls his lips from his teeth, ignoring his protests and the way he tries to slap her away.
“He’s right,” she concludes, looking at Matteo. “He’s not in a full rut. Minor symptoms, but completely manageable.” She holds her hands up, giving him a chance to decline before her hands run across his body as if searching for injury.
I’m so jealous I can’t see straight, and a snarl escapes me. I nearly lunge for him again, but Matteo’s arms band around me, stopping my motions.
“What are we going to do here, Alex?” Matteo’s voice is strained with the effort of holding me back.
“Pheromone exposure,” she says simply. “They all need Omega pheromones to chill the fuck out.”
“So what, you’re going to fuck them all?” Dexter asks dryly. “They’ll tear you apart.”
Our Omega chuckles and shakes her head. “No, I’m not going to fuck them all. But maybe it’ll be enough if I fuck you.”
Chapter 36
I am a physician first,and the physician in me recognizes that this is a medically sound course of action to calm down a mass of Alphas in rut when there isn’t enough Omegas to go around.
The Omega in me preens at the idea of getting this much Alpha attention exclusively on her.
And the woman in me? She realizes that this is a stupid plan, but it’s the only one I’ve got.
As soon as the words leave my lips, Dario whines, slumping in Matteo’s hold and trying to crawl towards me.
“Please,” he whimpers, reaching out for me. “Please.”
I know what he’s begging for.
An Alpha rut consists of three phases. Which is dominant, the one that drives the rut and lasts the longest, depends on the Alpha.
The first is sexual desire. This is always the first phase of a rut, and is the one most Alphas stay in, because they either get blockers immediately or they have a partner to help them through it. It’s characterized by an extreme need to fuck, bite, and claim. It can be dangerous for an Omegaif there isn’t a Beta around to ensure the Alpha keeps some of his control, but they are still susceptible to Omega growls.
Then, there is aggression. Without exposure to an Omega during the sexual desire phase, an Alpha may progress to phase two of a rut, which means they’re going to want to fight anything and everything until they find one. Once they reach this phase, it’s harder to pull them out of a rut, but not impossible. An unbonded Alpha is more likely to fall into an aggressive stage of rut.
Finally, there is desperation. This stage is characterized by an Alpha feeling as if he is going to die without an Omega, and his sole focus will be on finding an Omega and knotting them. He will do anything to get one. During the desperation phase, an Alpha may beg, plead, and cry for his Omega. He’s despondent and unable to focus on anything but an Omega. Once an Alpha reaches the desperation phase, no amount of blockers will help get him out of the rut.
And Dario just crossed over to desperation.
Dexter is staring at me, his face expressionless. “You want to fuck me?”
I pull my hair back with the elastic on my wrist, trying to calm my breathing and approach this as the physician part of me, not the Omega or the woman. “It makes the most sense. From what I can see, they are all quite far gone to the rut, which means it’s not safe for me to be with any of them right now. But they need my pheromones to come out of the haze. You’re not in a rut, and can keep control of yourself.”
“How is me fucking you going to help them?” he asks, rubbing his face with one hand. His bicep flexes around that circular black tattoo, drawing my attention and making my mouth water.
It will be no hardship to sleep with Dexter Reynolds.
I push past the desire that curls inside me. “My pheromones will saturate the air, made more potent by exposure to yours and taking your knot. The ones in here are stale, and they weren’t a part of the production of them, so it’s making the rut worse because jealousy is in play. Us being together, it should be enough to get them to manageable levels where masturbation could satisfy the residual urges.” I’m doing my best to keep this clinical. I had no intention of sleeping with Matteo, but I won’t deny that it was incredible.
Part of me regrets that, if Dexter agrees to my plan, this will be our first, and potentially only, time together.
“There is no pressure, however,” I tell him, slowly reaching out to place a hand on his arm. “I understand that this isn’t something you want. But we can’t just wait out a rut, and they are all at risk of hurting me if I try to ease them through this. Plus, I had a heat spike earlier. Our pheromones would feed off each other, and I don’t think anyone would like the way that could end. There is the potential that it could force me into an early heat.”
