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Easy for him to say. He’s not calculating how fast he needs to be to get a handful of cock without someone seeing.

Why can’t I mount them here again?

Connor stands so fast, I squeak, digging into his shoulders when he hands me back to his packmate. “Don’t go!”

I hate how fucking broken I sound, how my heart lurches at the idea of this alpha walking away.

He doesn’t hesitate this time, kissing my cheek and letting me steal more of his scent. “Not leaving, angel. Just gonna help Nate get this stuff to the car. Maybe we can use some of it for your nest. Make it smell like us.”

“Fine.” I let him go, watching as he and Nate split the bags between them. I’m still pouting when Dez wraps me around his front again, trailing behind the others. He’s tenser now and that distinct urge to soothe washes over me.

“It’s not that I don’t want you,” I promise, somehow knowing it’s what he needs.

“I know.” His hands flex against my ass, then soften again. “Did you see how fast the cashier ran? You’re such a good girl fighting for your alphas. Perfect little warrior queen.”

He’s teasing me, but the way he nuzzles my throat, shuddering at the smell of all of us together, I think Connor was telling the truth. They like me fighting for them. I think I do too.

“How long until we get to a nest?” Because desire burns under my skin again, warmth pooling in my stomach with every graze of our bodies. I want this man inside me yesterday.

“Just a while longer,” Dez promises.

“Make it faster.” My hand sneaks under his shirt, breath catching at the stacks of muscles I feel. “You’re going to look beautiful underneath me.”

He laughs, head back and carefree as the sound wipes away whatever upset him.“That’s it. We’re keeping her.”

My heart kicks. What would it be like to be kept and cared for? Part of this pack of smiling, laughing men. How would it feel to be the center of someone’s world? Because I already know that’s what they’ll offer their omega. Everything.

Suddenly, I wish I’d gone straight to the clinic. If I want them like this now, how much more intense will this urge to claim them be after riding out my heat? Can I walk away when it’s over?

I don’t know, but I’m in it now. Committed to this, if only to see for myself what it could be like to have them as my own. Let’s hope I don’t regret my decision when we leave.

REVELRY

DAPHNE

Nate and Connorstuff bags in the trunk while I try not to drool in Dez’s arms. The forest green muscle car has been lovingly restored. A peek inside shows the green continues, the additional dark brown hues giving it plant daddy vibes. I get distracted stroking the sparkly roof until Dez tangles our hands together with a pained grunt.

“Please stop touching my car like that or I’m going to embarrass myself.”

“You and me both,” Nate mutters, shifting next to me. Connor looks just as uncomfortable near the driver's door.

I kinda want to touch it again just to see what happens.

While I’m lucid, we get the messy talks out of the way. During heat alphas comemore than usual as a biological response to an omega’s fertility window. Not to mention knotting, which makes condoms fucking impossible to keep on without breakage or mistakes. While I’m down to fuck this pack until none of us can move, I amnotinterested in bringing home a souvenir from the experience.

Everyone pulls up their last STI results, and I add proof of my birth control implant before running it all through OmiGo, the omega-only app that verifies their legitimacy without infringingon medical information laws. While we’re at it, we discuss kinks and things we’re all comfortable with, as well as the typical length of my heat.

“Seven days seems really long.”

Dez isn’t saying it to be a jerk. He’s curious and a little concerned, I think. Meanwhile, I’m wondering what’s the right way to saymy pack fucking sucked and I had to be medically brought out of my cycle most of the time.

“It’s not uncommon,” Connor says. “Usually, the longer a heat is, the less satisfied an omega is.”

“So, if we do a good job, it’ll be done in two days?” Nate asks, obviously thrilled at the challenge.

“Four is the minimum, but we’ll plan for seven just in case. I’d prefer to go no longer than five.” The words are absent as Connor texts, but they hit dead center.

Another alpha inconvenienced by my biology. Another way I’m failing as an omega.