Page 113 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

My mind shies away from what had almost happened on that filthy bed.

Gigi draws back, her mouth leaving mine, but before I can protest, she smiles at me. “We’re here.”

I hadn’t even realized we stopped moving. Ronin grips my upper arm and as I turn toward him, his scent hits me right in the gut, wrenching a grunt from my throat. My dick aches, my balls throb. I’m dripping slick inside my pants. I’d be embarrassed for the wet stain I’m sure to be sporting between my legs and all along my backside if I wasn’t so out of it.

“Come,” Ronin says, tugging. His eyes darken as his nostrils flare. “Fuck.”

“Let Gigi take him up,” Grey says. “I’ll help you and Zayne up the stairs.”

“I don’t need help,” Ronin snaps but his voice is hoarse and his scent is growing stronger by the minute. I glance down at his lap. He has his legs spread and the bulge between them is obscene.

And exciting.

Grey opens the door and jumps out, then Gigi pulls on my arm. “Casey. Better not spend your heat inside the pick-up. It can last days. Once the alphas get you, there will be no going back.”

Because of knots,I think hazily, letting her drag me out of the truck. Because of getting locked with them and having to wait for their knots to go down. Holy shit, I’m so slick I squelch as I take a step after Gigi.

My legs are shaky.

Then Sawyer appears on my other side, his face drawn in concerned lines. “Here, I’ll help. Let’s get you upstairs.”

I don’t even refuse the help. I can walk, but having them touch me is good. I feel I’ll shake loose of my skin if I’m not touched. The two days I spent tied to that bed with fear and loneliness as my only real companions while the Black Dogs prowled outside the room, waiting for permission to jump me, really did a number on my head, more so as my heat was starting.

Never realized how terrible the need for a nest and a safe environment was for an omega in heat. Never thought I’d be ready to beg for it. Beg for an embrace. Beg to be touched and held.

Beg to be filled.

A tremor shakes me at the thought that I might have begged the Dogs to fuck me if my mates hadn’t arrived on time.

“Hey…” Gigi tugs on my arm, returning me to the here and now. “It’s all right. You’re all right.”

There’s an elevator. We take it to the fourth floor, and the shivers just won’t stop.

Then we stand there, waiting for the others, and Gigi slides an arm around me. I hug her. I search for her mouth and she makes a sound.

“They’re here,” she whispers.

I turn to see Grey pushing the two growly alphas out of the elevator, Sawyer helping him.

“Are you going to be okay?” Sawyer asks, his gaze mostly on me. “Casey? Will you be okay?”

Dimly I realize he’s asking me if I’m good staying with these people, checking that this isn’t happening against my will.

“I’ll be great,” I tell him, and I’m rewarded with a smile.

Then Zayne unlocks the apartment door and we step inside, and finally it’s quiet and warm and dim. I’m with my mates, and I know I’m right.

I’ll be awesome.

* * *

Zayne opens the door to a bedroom. His bedroom, I think as I step inside. It smells like him, a subtler version of the sharp spice emanating from him now.

The bed is enormous. Not as big as some nests I’ve seen online lately—my primal brain somehow knew I was going into heat, it seems, even if the rest of me didn’t—but holy shit, did he always expect to have a pack live here?

He grins at me, gestures at the bed. “I didn’t know if I’d ever have a harem, but part of me hoped for it, I guess.”

As if he’s read my thoughts.

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