Page 121 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

Electrifying.

Casey’s cock throbs inside me and he curses softly as he comes, his mouth falling open, his hot cum filling me.

Gasping, I arch up against him, my nipples brushing against his smooth, hard chest. I’m so close, almost there… He thrusts again, sweat rolling down his temples, his neck, and throbs again, groaning.

Release comes like a roaring flood, rolling over me, devastating me. Every release with these men is different, but somehow this one is the finishing blow.

I writhe, claw at Casey’s shoulders, cry out his name—and then fall back on the mattress, exhausted, dark teasing at my vision.

Holy shit.

And I’m not even the one in heat…

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RONIN

These guys are trying to kill me. I’m about to croak from acute arousal, and that’s after getting my rocks off with the pretty Gigi. I mean, fuck. This is unreal.

If I’d known going into a rut over a sweet omega was so good, I’d have done it sooner.

Maybe.

No, fuck, not true. I wasn’t ready until now. It’s a miracle I’m not freaking the hell out as my body takes over and leaves my rational mind in the dust. But this is Casey, this is my pack, and I don’t feel untethered or insane.

I feel perfectly fucking fine.

More than fine, I feel fantastic. Also, fantastically hard and yeah, with a knot the size of my fist throbbing at the base of my cock.

Hence the dying of arousal thing as I watch Zayne knot our omega and our omega fuck our beta, while our other beta watches, getting hard all over again from the other side of the bed.

Meanwhile I’m so hard I’m fucking dizzy.

But hot damn, there’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be, that’s for sure.

I know that Casey is my omega in my bones. I fuckingfeelit. We fit together. And I always thought that would be all, but no. I feel that Gigi and Grey are my betas, that Zayne is my top alpha. In my bones. In my soul. We fit, but not just physically. You can feel the affection combined with the lust inside this room. You can’t fake that.

You can’t ignore it.

Seeing Zayne’s knot go into Casey… changes me. It speaks to something deep inside of me, something visceral and instinctive. I need to do it. I need to knot our omega and fulfill my role in this pack, mate him and mark him, bite him and bind myself to him.

And at the same time, unexpectedly, I find I need to create that same bond with all my mates. The urge to bite their scent glands and mark them as mine, leave my brand on them, is making my heart pound.

An urge I need to curb, much like I’m sure Zayne is doing right now. It’s too soon to mark one another. This pack isn’t official yet, not by a long shot. We have a lot to talk about—once Casey’s heat is over.

Patience. It has never been one of my few virtues.

“Z! Are you done yet, fucker?” I stroke my cock but I’ve been hard since I smelled Casey inside that apartment from hell. No amount of normal sex, no matter how hot, will get my knot down and allow my erection to go away, and I knew that. I’ve slogged through school, but some classes stick with you.

Once in a rut, you need to knot an omega to finish it. Much like an omega needs to be knotted to end his or her heat, otherwise both alpha and omega can be in trouble. Physical repercussions, genital issues, sometimes heart issues. It’s fucked up.

And you wonder why I’ve been so dead-set against ever finding myself in such a situation. Happened to a buddy of mine from school. He passed away from the complications.

Add to that my shitty family, and you have Ronin, alpha of betas, not omegas.

Until now.

Zayne grunts, very obviously still stuck inside Casey’s ass. He curses.

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