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Conall had stormeddown the hallway, leaving me to jog after him, but when we’d gotten to the door, he’d turned, bracing his back against the solid wood. I was reminded of Beau, faced with the alphas.

But the only thing Conall was facing was me.

“Do you want to leave?” he asked.

“What?” I said, blinking rapidly. “No, I… Do you want me to leave?”

“Beau wants you here,” he said, and rubbed a hand across his eyes, his shoulders tense. “Beau wants you here. It’s up to him, but also…” I wished I could read what the tension around his eyes meant. “I’m his alpha, so, whatever Beau wants, I want that for him. But also, I can tell him no, if that’s whatyouwant.”

I stared at him. “I don’t understand,” I said.

“I’m doing a shit job of explaining this,” he said, scrubbing a hand through his hair, but he didn’t sound sorry. He sounded angry. “I’m sorry, I–I can’t think, not when–”

“You need to get to him,” I said, finally realizing what was going on: Conall was this pack’s alpha, and his omega was going into heat. He needed to be with Beau, and instead, he was standing in the hallway talking to a beta. “Go. And… If Beau wants me there–” the man hadn’t told me so, but I could trust Conall to tell me how his packmate was feeling, through the bond they shared, “then I’ll be there.”

“Okay,” Conall said. “Okay, fine.” He didn’t look fine.The pain of being away from Beau.He closed his eyes, took a deep breath of something I could not smell, and turned, pushing open the door to the suite.

Things happened quickly after that. Beau was there, his skin hot to the touch, his eyes wide and unfocused, his cock a thick bulge in the boxer briefs that were his only clothing. Adrian, too, was half-dressed, and I stared at his bare chest, waiting for a smirk and a jibe that never came. Instead, it was Conall who spoke.

“Take care of Britt,” he said to the room, and Adrian nodded seriously. Even Beau seemed–well, chastened wasn’t the right word, was it, with the way he was palming himself through the thin material of his underwear, the way his hips were jerking up against his own touch–but he was obviously listening to Conall.

“Yes, alpha,” he said, and my own stomach twisted at the look in Beau’s eyes. The need. It was like the way he looked at me, but… also, it was nothing like that. It was dangerous, in a different way. I shivered; the room was cold.

“Of course,” said Adrian.Would our first time really be like this?He glanced at Conall from the corner of his eyes, but the other alpha staring fixedly at Beau.

“I know what I’m here for, Adrian,” I said, with more confidence than I felt, and I stepped towards him, reaching out one hand to press it flat on his chest. His heart was beating wildly under his skin as I stood up on tiptoes and placed a kiss on his lips.

His hands came up to grip my waist, too tight, and when I pulled away he took a deep breath, nodding at me. “I won’t—I won’t touch you, Britt, not if you don’t want me to. “We can—”

“I want to,” I said, and my own pulse was just as wild, just as desperate, half fear and half excitement—

“Ahh,” Beau moaned from the bed, and when I looked back at him over my shoulder, his eyes were squeezed closed tight, his fist wrapped around his cock, boxer briefs gone. Heat burned in the base of my spine. “Britt, baby, please, need you to ride me,” he groaned. “Now.”

And then Adrian pulled my shirt, myuniformshirt, from my body, buttons pinging off onto the floor. It didn’t feel quite real–what was going to happen, where I was, who I was with–even as I peeled off my pants and my practical cotton bra and panties and walked over to the bed naked, feeling the eyes of all three men on me.

I was going to do this.

Beau needed me–hewantedme–and the shudder that rolled over his entire body as I sank down onto his stiff shaft made me forget myself and any lingering self-consciousness.

This was heat,I thought, as he pulled me down to crash my mouth against his, licking into me with his tongue. I gasped at the change of angle, and at the realization that he was tasting Adrian,alpha, there.

And yet, when he came, it was with my name on his lips: “Britt, yes, baby, ah–again, just like we practiced,” he breathed, and then–

He was gone.

* * *

We spentthree days in the safe room, the four of us.

Beau, slipping in and out of lucidity, more out than in: begging and moaning and taking knot after knot from his alphas while he came again and again, making the sheets sticky, and my thighs, and belly, and ass. My hair, my throat, everything smelled like the sugar-sweetness that permeated the room so thickly that even I could taste it in the back of my mouth when I swallowed down his pleas for more.

Adrian, soothing his omega and friend with firm touches and soft words and hard cock. He’d kissed me, soft pecks and deep, searching embraces, as we’d lain side by side on sticky sheets, and as we’d taken care of Beau, leading him to the ensuite bathtub to relax in cool water that quickly turned warm against his skin as the fever took him under. I’d felt his hands on my breasts, and his mouth, his cock sliding slickly against my ass as he knelt behind me, working my hips up and down as my thighs shook and gave out, his words flowing over my skin,yes, Britt, see how he needs you?

And Conall.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO

Conall

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