Page 38 of In Deep

“Coming up two years,” Zane mutters against my gland. I’ve been seeing Zane for a month and we’ve somehow avoided talking in detail about his pack. I’ve been in denial, trying to push it from my mind. I’ve fooled myself into thinking it could just be me and Zane. But it never could. This is a man who is prepared to share everything with his pack. His home, his life, his omega.

“Tell me about the others,” I say, feeling brave enough to face this lying between them.

“There’s Ollie and Seb. Ollie’s an undergrad like us. Seb’s older. He’s doing his PhD,” Zane says.

“And were you all rowing before you came to this college?”

“Yeah, being a rower is a huge advantage to getting into one of the top colleges.” I nod, that much I know. “Our schools had us rowing as soon as we could pick up an oar.”

“Except Seb,” Duncan adds, “he didn’t start rowing until he got to college.”

“So which one of you is in charge out there on the water?”

I feel Duncan shake his head on the pillow above me. “It doesn’t work like that. No one person’s in charge. We work together, as one, as a pack.”

“We all have our role.” Zane points above our heads. “Ollie is our most technically proficient rower, so he sits at the stern.”

“Stern?”

“Back of the boat. He’s our stroke. He sets our pace. Then it’s our power engines in the middle, Seb and Duncan. And then I’m at the bow, steering.”

“It sounds complicated.”

I want to ask them more, but sandwiched securely between the two alphas, I soon drift away into sleep, my body still buzzing.

It’s dark when I’m woken by the sensation of a wet mouth nuzzling my throat and hands roaming between my legs and over my breasts.

“Omega,” Zane growls in my ear. His hard cock prods against my backside and I wriggle against him, making him groan. “Are you awake?” he asks.

“I am now,” I giggle, realising there’s still another body in the bed with us, and there are two pairs of hands roaming me. My body responds, stirring into life immediately. I find Zane’s mouth and kiss him, but my hands glide through the covers and wrap around Duncan’s stiffness.

“We want to fuck you, Omega,” Zane whispers. “You smell so good in this bed, it’s hard to sleep.”

“You’re a tempting wee dish,” Duncan adds.

“I want to be fucked,” I admit, squeezing Duncan and rubbing my fist down his shaft. I smell the arousal of both alphas. It’s intoxicating.

Zane flips off the covers and drags me up onto my hands and knees, his grip tight on my hips. In the dim light, I can make out Duncan observing us, his eyes locked to my backside as Zane thrusts his way inside. I’m jolted forward by the force and Zane has to pull me back up onto my hands.

“You want him too?” Zane grunts, pounding me hard so that the breath is knocked from my lungs.

I stare up into Duncan’s eyes, full of lust, full of desire, and then my gaze drops down to his groin. His cock is hard and even bigger than it looked hours earlier.

I’ve been imagining this. Desires have seeped into my mind unbidden. Stirred me up. Images of them both … with me.

Do I act on those desires? And if I do, will there be any turning back?

Duncan’s cock jerks under my scrutiny and a drop of precome beads on the tip. I want to taste it.

“Yes, Alpha. I want you both.”

Duncan scrambles up onto his knees. He palms at his cock and I’m sure my eyes are wide. He draws closer, the head bobbing in front of my face.

“Omega–”

“I want it,” I tell him. “I want you in my mouth.”

Zane’s fingers dig into my flesh and he pounds harder as Duncan lets out a groan and guides his cock carefully between my waiting lips.