Page 112 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

Begging them to let me go.

Begging for… Gigi, strangely. And Ronin and Zayne.

I couldn’t think of anyone else who might help me. Because I was going into heat and I didn’t want anyone else to help me through it.

And now they’re here, as if I summoned them through my thoughts, and there’s Sawyer, and policemen, and noise, and I need… I need dark and warmth and quiet. I need my mates’ hands on me. Their dicks in me.

“Come on,” Gigi says, “we’re going home.”

And I know she doesn’t mean the farm, because my home is where my mates are.

They don’t know I think of them as such. I shouldn’t. They’re not mine. I snort a little. I feel drunk. And I’ve clearly gone around the bend.

Blame it on this sudden heat,I think as Gigi tugs me toward an old pick-up, though it wasn’t that sudden, was it? It’s been brewing for a while, staved off by the suppressants, then accelerated by this attraction and desire for my roommates and this gruff trainer.

It’s Zayne’s truck, I realize when he slides behind the wheel. Sawyer gets in beside him, shooting glances back at me. Zayne tells him something and Sawyer nods.

They’re talking about me, I think, but can’t work up enough energy to care. Or free any mind space. The dizziness lingers, my dick aches, and my ass throbs. I’m thirsty and hungry and fucking tired, and all I want is my mates’ scents around me, and sorry, Sawyer, but his scent isn’t doing it for me. Too damn sugary. It makes me fucking nauseous.

So I burrow my nose against Ronin’s neck—he smells spicy and musky, exactly what I’m craving—while Gigi is pressed to my other side, the male beta I don’t really know beside her, smelling nice. Not neutral but pleasant and exciting. I think she smells fruity. Something exotic and tangy-sweet.

Who knew betas would smell good to me when in heat, but another omega wouldn’t? Each omega is different, each heat is different, my mom used to say, and I don’t want to think about her right now.

Not after she handed me over to the Black Dogs without batting an eye.

“It’s okay,” Ronin says, his voice a soothing bass, his arm around me. “You’ll be fine.”

I want him. My body is craving him. But it’s also sort of overwhelming, making me panic, so I find myself turning toward Gigi. Her subtler, slightly sweeter smell relaxes me enough to close my eyes and take a deeper breath.

“We’re going to Zayne’s place,” she whispers. “Is that okay? We’ll have the place to ourselves. And it’s safer.”

“Mm…” I nuzzle her cheek, satiny skin and is that pineapple scent? No, wait… mango. Mango, and maybe peach? “Yeah…”

“Do you know Grey? He’s with us. You’ll get to meet him properly later.”

I glance at the handsome beta beside her and hum in agreement. I think I’ve seen him around the gym, and another whiff tells me that yeah, he smells good, he smells right, and his gaze is calm and kind.

But right now, I want her. Need her. I nuzzle her again. “So good… I want you…”

She gasps when I kiss her mouth, her lips parting to let my tongue inside. She’s soft and pliant, warm and gentle. It’s what I need after the ropes and the manhandling by alphas who had only been waiting for their top alpha to tear me apart.

A shiver racks me.

“What’s wrong?” Ronin’s gravelly voice is followed by a hand on my shoulder. “Casey?”

I keep kissing her, shutting out the world for now, shutting out the other male voices and scents. I’m so fucking glad she’s here, and I hope she’s willing to have sex with me. I don’t know if I wouldn’t freak out without her.

If I’d want to spend my heat without her.

Because even as I lay tied up on that filthy bed, my cock hard and my heat riding me, she was always the first face in my feverish dreams and fantasies. Oh sure, I also fantasized about the two alphas inside this truck, their cocks and knots and growly voices. Truth is, I’ve fantasized about them even before my heat came. But she was always there, a bright light, a sexy girl, a mate I can hold onto.

And now she’shere.

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For the entire drive, I get lost in kissing Gigi, and she strokes my face and kisses me back, sweet and fresh and welcoming. It goes a long way toward calming me down. I’m vaguely aware that Ronin and Grey are also petting me—my head, my shoulders, my back, any part they can reach, and it feels nice.

It feels like they’re gentling me, like I’m some feral cat they found on the street, but I need that, too. It’s been rough, a rough couple of weeks, what with running away, struggling to make a life in the city and then getting kidnapped and almost… almost…

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