Page 78 of In Doubt

To his pack. An omega in heat. If he isn’t prepared to share.

He’s been locked in the bedroom with her for the last two hours, enjoying himself if the delicious noises coming from the room are anything to go by. The omega’s little whimpers, her moans and groans, her cries of ecstasy are nothing short of torture. I want to see that. I want to drive those noises from her mouth.

Shit!

This isn’t how a pack operates. Packs share. Packs work together to look after an omega through her heat.

One alpha doesn’t get to call dibs. They can’t dominate her time and her attention.

If that’s what Jake wanted then why the hell did he join the pack?

“Doesn’t sound like they’re talking to me?” Aiden mutters, as the rhythmic sound of a headboard hitting a wall pounds from the bedroom.

“He said he’d talk to her, explain the situation, find out what she wanted. And he will,” Dylan insists, but he doesn’t look convinced, his eyes keep flicking towards the bedroom.

“And what if she doesn’t want to be rutted by a pack?”

“I think she’s beginning to mellow towards us,” Aiden says, striding to the window. “Hell, I think she may even like us.”

“She likes Jake!” I snap.

“Up until a few days ago she hated him,” Dylan scrubs his hand through his dark curls.

“She never hated him,” I say. “She wouldn’t be fucking his brains out now if she hated him.”

“I don’t know,” Aiden shakes his head. “In my experience hate sex is some of the best.”

“That’s because you’re a pervert.”

Aiden grins before an especially loud moan has all of us glancing towards the bedroom. The noise permeates straight to my dick. I’m rock hard and if I’m not getting invited in soon, then I’m going to have to take care of things myself.

“I’m going for a walk,” Aiden snaps. “I can’t stand around here waiting for a golden ticket to paradise. It’s going to drive me crazy.” He doesn’t wait for a response, storming from the room, the door slamming a minute later.

Dylan coughs, then strides to the kitchen cabinets flinging them open and dragging pots and pans from the cupboards.

“What the hell are you doing?” I ask. My skin is crawling with irritation, the knot at the base of my cock throbbing with the need to lock into omega pussy.

“I’m going to make the omega a snack. We need to keep her hydrated and well fed.”

“I know that, dickhead,” I mumble.

Dylan stares at me, then drops the bowl he’s holding onto the counter, and walks around to me, placing his hands on my shoulders and massaging the tension he finds there.

“You’re all tense.”

I nod. “That smell. It’s driving me into rut.”

He drags me closer, smoothing his palm against my cheek.

“You need to come?” he asks me, his other hand trailing down my body to cup me through my shorts.

“More than you could ever know.” There’s desire sparking in my packmate’s eyes, the kind that has my own blood heating.

“Want me to help you out with that?”

I grip his hand on my shoulder, squeezing his knuckles, and pulling him closer for a kiss.

“What do you think, Alpha?” I growl when I let him go.