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Verity

M y mouth tasted nasty, and every muscle ached. Even ones I didn’t know I had.

Also, I felt horny. Very horny.

My eyes pried themselves open. It took a moment for everything to come into focus. I wasn’t in my room–or any room at the guys’ place.

No, I seemed to be in lumberjack paradise with a gigantic bed hewn of logs, along with the rest of the furniture in the room, and wood-paneled walls. A fireplace roared in the background.

It smelled like Jonas .

Where was I? My phone sat plugged in on the nightstand along with a water bottle, a sandwich, a thermal coffee cup, two pills, and a little tablet.

As well as a text from Jonas.

Jonas

We’re at the cabin. Drink your water. Have your tea. Eat your sandwich. Take your meds and a shower. Find us when you’re ready. No rush. I love you.

Yes, Mercy is okay and with your brothers.

What? The last thing I recalled was being at the gala and Freddie wanted to talk…

My hand flew to my shoulder. A big bandage covered both sides. Memories smacked me in the face. Some bitch tried to shoot Grif.

How did I get to their cabin? Also, I was naked.

I took the medicine, gulping the water. The tumbler had a still-warm chai latte in it. Huh.

The sibling group chat was full of sex jokes. I didn’t have the headspace for that, though I checked in with Mercy. Grace’s text caught my eye.

Grace

Glad they took you away to recuperate. Call me if you need me.

Made sense. But I still didn’t recall going to the hospital, being discharged, or coming here.

Groaning, I made my way slowly to the bathroom. It was done in wood paneling and granite tiles, with a trough sink and recessed lighting.

Oh, that giant tub. It occupied one corner and looked out into a window. All I saw was darkness. The rest of the wall was a slate and granite rain shower with glass doors.

As much as I wanted to find someone and figure out what had happened, they were all probably sleeping. The bond I had with Grif felt quiet.

I’d take a hot bath and be careful not to get the bandage too wet. Then I’d track everyone down and figure out what happened.

Or at least find someone to snuggle with.

Or I could stay in the tub until someone found me. With how deep the tub was, I wasn’t sure if I could get myself back out.

Not necessarily a bad thing.

While the bath filled, I munched on the sandwich. Someone had packed me a bag of clothes, which sat on the chair by the fireplace. It was mostly panties and their T-shirts. Sadly, no vibrator because I’d like the unicorn horn one right now.

No. The tentacle one. Definitely the tentacle.

I lit the candles in the bathroom and carefully got into the giant tub. As I lounged in the bubbles, I finished my latte. Oh, yeah, this was it.

Closing my eyes, I touched myself, bringing myself close to my peak.

“Sweet girl.”

My eyes opened, though I didn’t stop touching myself. “Hi.”

Jonas leaned in the doorway, completely naked. Smirking, he came into the bathroom, then climbed in behind me, careful of my shoulder.

He reeked of sweat, sex, and omega perfume. Mmmm.

“Let me help you with that.” His hand went between my legs.

“Yes please, Alpha Jonas.” Sighing in pleasure, I leaned into him as he finished the job, making me gasp and moan.

“Am I in your room?” I leaned my head on his shoulder, satisfied. “I don’t remember much past meeting Freddie on the patio at the gala.”

“Short version, you got shot at the gala trying to protect Grif from Chet’s wife. Now Grif and Dean are in heat. You don’t remember me taking you from the hospital? Or having a whole lot of sleepy car sex with Dean in the back of the SUV on the way here?” Jonas continued playing with my pussy as he nuzzled my neck.

“I’m sorry I missed it. Both of them are in heat? Aren’t they on suppressants?” Worry shot through me. Though I vaguely recalled being in a bed of blankets in the SUV, kissing Dean, and Jonas carrying me.

“Breakthrough heat. Dean’s sleeping, so I thought I’d check on you. AJ and Grif got here first and took over the nest and won’t let us in. Which is making Dean pouty. We’re in his room for now.” One hand worked my clit, while three fingers entered me and I moaned.

I moved my hips to get his hands in just the right… ooh, right there.

“Jonas.” My chest shuddered as I came all over his hand.

Jonas kissed my temple. “That’s my Sweet Girl.”

“They’re in heat? I… I don’t know what to do.” They were both in heat. While I’d seen some heat porn, it was always with female omegas. I had no idea what to expect.

Especially with two male omegas.

He chuckled. “You do them , Sweetheart. Lock them a lot, and it’ll be fine. Start with Grif. He’s your mate. When you need a break–if you can leave him–come in here. There’s food and drinks in the mini-fridge. I have more pain pills for you, too. They won’t make you as sleepy as what they gave you in the hospital.”

This was a lot to take in. I’d been shot. I was in the hospital. Now Dean and Grif were in heat.

Desire and need shot through me. I grabbed Jonas’ hard cock. He gasped. My leg felt okay, so turning to face him, I speared myself on it. Water splashing over the edge of the tub as I snagged his lips. Coming on his hand wasn’t enough.

“You need my cock, Sweet Girl? You have no idea how much you’re about to get. It’ll be their dicks, but we’ll make sure you get some alpha cum so you can heal faster. It’s nice to have a moment with you.” Jonas’ eyes closed as his hands circled my waist as he helped me move up and down on his cock.

I sighed as it eased that ache I felt. Like alpha cum making you feel better, I didn’t realize the healing properties worked on alpha females. Good to know.

Pleasure overwhelmed me as his moss scent intensified, wrapping around me like a sudden summer thunderstorm. The surrounding air grew heavy with our passion and electricity, as if lightning could sizzle through the bathroom at any time.

I explored his mouth, kissing him, feeling his tongue ring. My kisses traced his prickly jaw.

Leaning into his body, I tried to take him deeper, working up to another release. One hand cupped my ass as the other trailed up and down my back. His neck tasted of sweat as I nibbled his throat. Oh, that throat. Mmmm, that juncture at his neck and throat was so satisfying to taste.

A moan escaped my lips, even though I had a mouth full of his salty skin. My hands toyed with his nipples as I ground against him. My teeth ached. Want burst inside me. His moss scent flared with need.

Right there.

“You can bite me if you want, Sweet Girl.” His husky voice broke through my reverie.

I looked at his neck, full of my bites, none of which actually broke the surface, but some were close. Shame shot through me, and I stilled on his cock.

I’d almost bit him without asking.

“Jonas, I… I’m so sorry.” My head ducked in mortification, cheeks blazing.

Jonas cupped my face with his hands, tipping it back up. His eyes were full of love, not anger, as his thumb stroked my jaw. “Nothing to be sorry about. I’d love your bite. Also, Dean’s going to demand it, I’m sure. He wanted to ask you to mark him the night of the gala.”

“Oh. I…” I was so close to coming. Need overrode everything rational in my brain.

I want.

Leaning in, he kissed me, long and deep. “Claim us, Verity. Take us. Make us all yours. None of this changes your pretty island wedding with Grif. All the rest of us need is a place in your heart.”

Take him.

Something primal rose in me. My inner alpha wanted to sink her teeth into the beautiful tattooed alpha under her, claiming him, making him hers.

“Mine.” The word ripped from my lips, urgent and feral. My orgasm ripped through me and I locked his cock tight, squeezing it.

Mine.

My aching teeth sunk into his flesh, the metallic tang of blood filling my mouth.

Pain shot through my shoulder. Not the one that was bandaged, but the other. The warm, sweet pain made my pussy throb and pulse around the cock locked inside me as Jonas pulled my hair.

I licked the bite, my teeth marks red against his skin.

Pretty mark.

Oh, yes, my Jonas would look so lovely with my bite on his neck.

“There you are, Sweet Girl. Right there where you belong.” Jonas licked the bite on my shoulder.

My chest felt heavy in a good way, like a magnetic force drew me to him. Something sparked in my heart, right next to Grif.

Love, pleasure, and devotion sluiced over me.

Jonas cuddled me to him. “I love you. We were so fucking scared when you got shot. You’ll be okay. I’m fucking proud of you for barking at Derva, standing up for yourself, and protecting those you love. We all love you so fucking much.”

“I love you, too.” I laid my head on his shoulder. We stayed that way as the water cooled, the bubbles fading, curled together, just us.

Mine.