Page 29 of Prodigy & Tybalt
“Keep rubbing that cock against me and I’ll let you know.”
He huffed out a laugh. “I meant your heat, warrior. Your temperature’s soaring, your pupils are dilated as fuck, and your pulse is quick.”
“Good to know, Doc.”
His expression flattened, dark brows in a line above them, but he said, “God, I love it when you get smart with me. Are you going into heat right now? Do you want your nest?”
“I don’t want to go back inside yet,” I admitted. I needed the rain, the air, needed the way the haze around us amplified his scent until it overwhelmed all my senses with sweet burning fire.
“Alright, warrior,” he soothed, eyeing the garden, searching for something I didn’t have enough thought process to care about. A cramp struck through my lower belly, and I whimpered. “I’ll give you something to take the edge off, but then we need to get you in your nest. Okay?”
“Fine,” I muttered.
“You remember your heat plan?”
I sighed, annoyed when he let go of me. “When it gets too bad to handle, I’ll call Prodigy on my phone, and you’ll both come and fuck me so hard I forget my name.”
His laugh was loud, full, beautiful. “That’s about the measure of it, yeah. I already got you stocked up with water, food, and electrolyte shit.”
“Don’t care.” I grabbed his wrists and put his hands back on my body, my lashes fluttering in relief when he ducked to pickme up. My legs circled his waist like we’d done this a hundred times.
“Yeah, well, I care. Can’t have you getting dehydrated and passing out, can we? Gotta keep you healthy so you can sass me the moment you regain brain function.”
“I’ll ass you right now,” I offered eagerly.
“I said sass and we both know it.”
I let out a surly whine, resting my head on his shoulder, my nose to his neck as he carried me across the garden, the rain a veil around us, refreshing and cool against my heated skin. “I’ve never had anyone in my ass before,” I said conversationally.
His steps faltered for a moment. “Jesus fuck, warrior. You trying to off me?”
“I never trusted anyone enough for that.” I rubbed my cheek against his neck. “I trust you, though. Both of you.”
“You asking for something in particular, Miraya?”
“Both,” I answered without hesitation. “You and Prodigy. Inside me at the same time.”
My whole body shuddered as I thought about it, imagining them moving at once, making me completely theirs, all three of us connected. A deep, quivering pulse went through me, so strong it was like a mini-orgasm.
“That’s the heat talking,” Tybalt replied, gravelly and soft at once.
“Nah, we’re both on board with DP. Meandmy omega. We agree it’s a great idea and we should do it right now.”
Tybalt groaned. My clit was swollen and aching, and his steps shifted me against him, adding enough stimulation to make my toes curl.
I whined when he set my feet on the ground, a full omega whine not the half-whines I’d been fighting back all day.
“Shh,” he soothed, tucking loose strands of hair behind his ears as he knelt on the path beside the stone shed he’d leanedme up against. I barely noticed it, too consumed with the sight of Tybalt on his knees for me. The last time I saw him kneel, he was beating my abuser.
My purr was so sudden and loud that my ribs shook. Tybalt glanced up at me, the sharp edges of his face gentled by surprise. “You’re a good alpha,” I told him, reaching down to pet his face.
His eyes slid shut, his chest expanding with a rough breath. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I liked watching you punch that bastard.”
“He’s going to suffer for a long, long time,” he promised in a darker tone that made my heartbeat quicken.
“Can I watch?”
