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This heat is sharp-edged and consuming. As though it’s a parasitic consciousness that wants to tear me apart and I think—Iknow—it’s going to kill me. Acid burns through veins, searing out everything but want and emptiness and the frantic, choking hunger for my mates.
I claw for relief, but when I bury my nose against the throat of whoever’s carrying me, I’m hit with the delicious, grounding thunder of mate scent.Ronan. A groan tears out of me, and I jam my nose, sucking in his essence with greedy, frantic breaths.
"Alpha, touch me. Fuck me. Please." My words dissolve into a moan of longing as another wave of slick gushes out. My core aches, hungry and empty and bruised for anything to fill me before I shatter into pieces no one will ever be able to put back.
Air stirs hot and cold around my sweaty hair as I writhe, held in strong arms. I’m aware, distantly, of the elevator: the sterile brightness, the shudder of descent, my moans echoing off the walls. Every breath, every second, the hunger climbs higher, sharper. This is so much worse than anything I’ve experienced. My hands fist at Ronan’s shirt, at Jax’s sleeve, wherever I can find purchase. My voice is shredded, pleading.
"Need you. Need all of you. Please, Alpha, please, I’ll die, I’ll die, I swear…" Each word is a desperate, broken cry. I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. I need them. Cocks and knots and hands and teeth and every part of them, or the world will end, will go dark and cold and I’ll vanish right here, burning alive.
Their purrs vibrate around me, the sound becoming a physical thing that sinks inside me. The trembling in my muscles syncs with it; the panic swirling just beneath my skin quells, just a little, just enough to breathe.
"You’re safe, Sunshine. We’ve got you. Just breathe, that’s it… Let us take care of you, sweet girl. No one’s going to hurt you. You’re with us. We’re right here."Jax. Mate.
Soft words murmur around me, soft tones spinning with touches just as gentle. And I fall, fall, fall. I’m aware of movement, other voices that aren’t my Alphas. My fingers form claws, and I hiss at the sounds that don’t belong. I’m held down and we step into a light-filled, blurry room that stabs icepicks through my brain. I scream and then there’s a sudden commotion and Alpha barks and then blessedly, darkness.
“Breathe me in, Omega.” A large hand pulls my face to his skin. Citrus erupts around me, and my body ignites. I’m nothing but raw hunger, pain, and arousalblazing through everything I thought I was. A whimper escapes me, and I claw at the clothes covering the warm body Ineed.
I’m crying with want. The hurt spirals through me until I’m shaking so hard my bones could crack. I barely know who I am, all slick and fever and agony, but then two big, rough hands cup my face and an Alpha barks, the sound cutting through everything.
"Omega, look at me."
His command yanks my eyes open. My vision fills with Ronan’s face. His hair is a mussed mess and sweat slicks his temples. Stark lines fan from his eyes, and his pupils are huge pools of black.
The haze pulls back just enough for my brain to clock the room around us. White walls, clinical and blank. A massive bed is shoved against the wall, and a curtain of thick plastic divides the room. Blankets and pillows are strewn across the floor, but that’s all right because the sight of them makes my skin crawl.
Ronan’s purr vibrates into my bones. "Eyes back on me, Omega." He waits for my attention to track back to him. "I’m sorry I had to use my bark on you, but I need you here with me. Focus on me just for a second, Kitten, because I want your consent."
He doesn’t have to ask twice. I want to be with him. I want to drink in his honesty until the world falls away. But more than that, I need to see him. Iwantto see him. There is no command about it when it’s the same thing I want.
He brushes this thumb along my cheek. "Adrian’s bringing better nesting options, Sweetheart. Things you’ll be comfortable with, but…we need you to let us give you everything we can do to help you."
Ronan’s scent envelops me. Honest. Grounded. Protective. I lean to where his essence is the most potent and lick the sweat off his throat. It’s fucking delicious and the moan that wrenches from him goes straight to my clit where I’m hugging his body like a koala. There is no doubt in my mind. He will never take anything from me I’m not willing to offer. His eyes bore into mine, and there is nothing in them but devotion. Care. Longing so deep it aches right into my marrow.
"The only way we can get you through this is to tend to you the way nature made us. That means you’ll want our cocks, knots, every touch we can give you." Ronan’s smile is both hopeful and hurting. "Will that be okay? Can we help you like that?"
I fall into the depths of Gabriel’s liquid gold eyes, clouded by worry but so achingly gentle. He cups my cheek, his purr threading his voice when he speaks. "You set the pace, Sweetheart. This goes your way. You say the word, and we’re yours."
Jax takes my hand and kisses my knuckles. His dark eyes glitter and he’s holding himself back because that’s who he is. My Alpha. My mate. My everything. "You say stop, we stop. You say more, we give you everything."
I understand the truth of what they’re telling me. Deeper than my anguish and fear is the knowledge that they’ll never do anything that isn’t for me,withme. Not to take. Not to control. Not to use. Just love. The truth shines absolute and unbreakable.
The Omega in me whispers loud and clear and I don’t try to shove her back down. I don’t try to ignore. I don’t close the door on her.
Want Alphas.
Wantmates.
Yes. Iagree.
"I want everything you can give me." I fist Ronan’s shirt, dragging him toward me as I burn for everything they are and everything they promise, and every part of me screams yes, yes,yes.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Ronan
Leah is molten desolation and divinity. Her body undoes itself with every ragged breath, every desperate spasm of her hips as I lower her to the center of the stripped bed. The sterile walls of this godawful room should be an insult, but all I see is her, a living fire that turns the clinical white into something holy.
She’s so lost in her heat she doesn’t even notice us tossing the hastily arranged nesting materials off the bed. Pillows and blankets scatter before they can get in her way. Thank the Gods she also misses the plastic sheet we zip up the moment we slip inside. She remains oblivious to the Beta scientists in hazmat suits prowling the hall beyond the door we slam intheir faces.
