Page 24 of A Pack of Pumpkins
“I-I don’t know. We just met. I’ve never taken heat suppressants, so that’s why…” I trail off.
They don’t look upset. Just calm. Steady. Happy.
“Ghost,” Bram says gently, “there’s nothing to apologize for. We’re mates. None of us did this out of obligation.”
Dagan signs something quickly.
Jack translates: “We most definitely wanted to.”
I smile as Dagan nuzzles under my chin, Bram curls around my side, and Jack slides down to use my thighs as a pillow.
We fall asleep like that.
In Victor’s bed.
Dinner forgotten.
Victor
Ihunchoutsidethedoor for the entire heat spike. Does that make me pathetic? Maybe. Could I drag myself away, even if the house was on fire?
Absolutely not.
I listened as the omega keened and whined. I listened as she took everything they gave her. I listened with my hand fisted around my cock. And when everything reached a boiling point, I came all over my hand like a fucking chump.
I’ve had plenty of omega, beta, even a few alpha partners. Nothing,nothingever made me lose control like the scent of the one in my room. On my sheets.
Things go quiet. They didnotjust fall asleep in my bed.
I tuck myself back into my pants and peek through the crack in the door. No movement at all.
My anger rises fast in my chest. Fuck them if they think they can just—
“Don’t you dare,” A deep voice whispers in my ear.
I whip around, but there’s no one. Behind me. In front of me. Beside me. Hell, I even glance up at the ceiling, just in case.
Nothing.
The omega’s scent is still making me crazy.
I close the door and stalk down the hall. If I can’t get into my own bed, I may as well work.
Bram
Clara:
I’m going to the market, do you guys need anything?
The notification to the group chat on my phone pulls me from my reverie. We’re all home except Clara. She’s been at work all morning, but it’s closing time for the Evergreen Café now. Victor has been going up and down the stairs all day, cleaning his sheets and sterilizing his room from our scents.
The heat spike yesterday springs to mind, making my cock stiffen instantly.
Now, Victor and Dagan sit on the ornate fainting couch, having a silent but heated discussion. Jack brings in a tray with coffees. He hands them out to each of us, giving Victor the only chipped mug. It’s his own subtle reprimand for Victor’s behavior.
Victor clocks it. Sets it down. Pushes it away.
Bram:
