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I don’t even realize I’m doing it until I feel the sharp inhale of his breath, his entire body going still beneath me.
“Sophie,” he growls, voice strained.
I whimper again, rolling my hips against him, desperate, needy. “Alpha, please?—”
A snarl tears from his throat, his chest heaves, his eyes wild as he stares at me like I’m the only thing in the world.
And I realize with a hazy, aching sort of clarity—Brodie isn’t holding himself back anymore.
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SOPHIE
“Well, this I wasn’t expecting,” says a voice I barely recognize over the lust-filled haze I’m in.
Tyler.
My entire body freezes, my heart lurching into my throat as I whip my head around. Tyler stands a few feet away, his signature smile firmly in place, though his eyes gleam with something darker, something…predatory. The golden glow of the dock’s lanterns dances across his face, highlighting the sharp edge of his jaw and the amusement tugging at his lips.
When I hear Tyler’s voice, something in me shifts—tightens. My body, already primed and aching with need, responds to the weight of his presence like a spark catching fire.
His scent, bright and fresh, crashes against the earthy heat of Brodie’s smell, making my head swim. My Omega, already on edge, whines at the thick, tangible Alpha energy surrounding me.
I turn slightly, my breath coming in shallow, uneven pants. Tyler stands a few steps away, his sharp gaze sweeping over me, lingering on the way I’m still perched on Brodie’s lap. His smirk is playful, but there’s something darker beneath it—something knowing.
“Well,” he drawls, stepping closer, “don’t let me interrupt. Looks like things were just getting interesting.”
Brodie’s grip on my hips tightens slightly, grounding me against him. His chest rumbles, the sound reverberating through my body. “You’ve always had the most interesting timing, Hawk,” he murmurs, amusement laced with something possessive.
Tyler chuckles, but his gaze flicks to mine, assessing. I know what he’s seeing—the dazed way I’m breathing, the way my pupils are blown wide, the tremble in my fingers where they clutch at Brodie’s shoulders. The undeniable scent of my slick is in the air.
My cheeks burn as I try to slide off Brodie’s lap, looking to regain some semblance of control, but his hands don’t let me go. Instead, they flex against my waist, keeping me caged where he wants me.
“Stay,” he murmurs, his voice so low it’s almost a growl. “You need us.”
Tyler’s eyes darken, his nostrils flaring slightly as he inhales deeply. The reaction is instant—his body goes tense, his fingers twitching at his sides.He knows.
“She’s in heat,” he says, flicking a glance at Brodie.
Brodie inhales again, his mouth at my collarbone. His hands flex on my hips, gripping tighter, his pupils nearly swallowing the amber of his irises. A slow, primal growl rolls from his throat, one that makes my Omega shudder in response.
“Fuck,” he grits out, his voice rough, almost pained. “You smell so fucking good. I can’t wait to taste you.”
The words slam into me, sending a violent shiver down my spine.
Brodie’s hold shifts, his fingers gripping the back of my neck, tilting my head up so I have no choice but to look at him. His gaze is molten, wild with restrained hunger.
His scent intensifies, drowning me in sun-warmed leather and spice. I can barely breathe past it, my body leaning into him without permission. My thighs press together, desperate for relief that Iknowthey can give me.
Tyler’s leans in to whisper in my ear, the contact making my entire body tense. “You don’t have to do this alone,” he murmurs, voice like gravel and silk. “Youshouldn’tdo this alone.”
The way they’re both looking at me—Alpha,primal,ready—makes me whimper before I can stop myself. The sound seems to break something in Brodie.
He moves fast.
Before I can react, I’m being lifted, my legs wrapping around Brodie’s waist on instinct. My body molds to his like I belong there. His grip is firm but careful, his breathing uneven against my ear.
“Tell me to stop,” he growls, his voice barely more than a rasp, his restraint hanging by a thread. “Tell me now, Sophie, or I won’t.”
