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Pan

The scent of Tully overtook everything in the nest. Including me.

It wound its way through my brain, made my tongue want to fall out and pant like a dog. She rushed through my veins and blurred the edges of my thoughts. Even with Walden’s cock in my mouth, his cum coating my throat, I needed Tully.

And it felt so right.

Walden tugged on my collar, and I pulled off his cock, following the line of his gaze. Ajax lifted Tully from his softening knot. She’d been curled into his chest for the past ten minutes. She blinked lazily and her fingers curled in a wordless beg for his touch. Lloyd pressed himself against her side, the first in her nest and the most comfortable by her side.

My brother’s cheeks were ruddy, and his smile was lopsided with heady pleasure. I squashed a flare of envy.

Ajax pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’m going to get some things for the fridge. Be back soon.”

She made a noise, straining toward him. Her eyes widened as Lloyd stood as well.

“B-but I need you.” Her husky voice was accompanied by a pout.

“You have two other alphas you can invite into your nest, Tully,” Lloyd reminded her, and he saluted to us over her head.

He padded to the exit with an ease I hadn’t realized he’d been missing. Perhaps all his tension transferred to me. My bones were heavy steel, and my nerves jangled as I waited.

Tully flicked a look between Walden and me. She spotted the shirts we’d tried to offer her earlier, and I held my breath as she dragged them into the nest. My stomach tightened as she gave them a tentative sniff. Lloyd and Ajax were gone, but Tully didn’t say a word to us. Occasionally, she rubbed her stomach with a flinch before returning to perfecting her nest.

She spun, tucked and wove the blankets, all while ignoring Walden and me. I dug my nails into my biceps, preferring the sharp, sudden pinch to the other pain.

An internal ache that grew the longer Tully’s gaze shied away.

Tully might not choose me.

It was a new sensation to be looked over. That sounded bratty, and it was. From the moment I started playing piano, I could no longer blend into the crowd. I wasPanMythos,and the weight that my name carried grew bigger than my considerable talent. It was eyes burning, eyes coveting, always eyes, all the time.

When I succumbed to the lure of SubduX, and whatever else I could get my hands on, the praise turned to judgment. I didn’t care. It was easy to become what the critics thought of me than to face my future. I only cared when the drugs wore off and I saw the disdain in the too-bright light of day. Now that I was sober, I bore the looks with nail-tearing determination.

I couldn’t remember the last time someone overlooked me.

The sting filled my lungs with needles, pressed new holes into weak places I didn’t know existed. I hadn’t considered this option.

Walden stood frozen next to me, his toes curled on the lip of the nest. As if drawn by a magnetic force. Tully dropped her gaze to the offending touch, and he sprang back with a choke.

She wouldn’t refuse Walden, would she?

Bitterness soiled the lust in my stomach. Was it because of our relationship? My shoulders caved in, as if doused in ice water. Omegas could be possessive. But she’d watched me suck Walden’s cock before, without a word of protest. Her mouth had hung with open desire, so heady I felt the high of it still.

I wanted that look back on her face.

“Please, Tully. Won’t you invite us into your nest?” Walden asked with impeccable manners, despite his naked body and straining cock promising the opposite.

So much tension coiled his muscles, and our scents burned.

Tully crawled to the edge of the nest. Her small breasts marked with strawberry blemishes from Ajax and Lloyd’s attention. Mine would be there soon. They had to be. My knees trembled despite my surety.

This wasn’t the skittish omega who intruded in my piano room.

Her omega instincts came to the forefront and crooked their finger. Her eyes roved over Walden and me in glazed, desperate sweeps. I fisted my cock and raised my eyebrow. Manners might have worked before, but Tully was in heat. She might be unconsciously reluctant, but there was nothing more she wanted than our knots.

“Don’t you want these cocks, angel?”

Walden fisted his and matched his strokes to mine. We agreed for once.