Page 80 of In Doubt

I give Dylan a playful slap on his arse and then I suck him, pumping him in and out of my mouth, taking him as deep as it’s possible to go, down my throat until I’m struggling to breathe, black spots dotting my vision.

I don’t stop. Jake and Giorgie’s sounds are blocked out now, overridden by Dylan’s as he grunts loudly above me, his hands gripping my shoulders.

He’s not a talker in sex. No words or encouragement. No dirty talk. Just appreciative groans. Groans that get more feral and animalistic the closer he nears release. His cock throbs against my lips and I give him an extra hard suck.

He hisses through his teeth and bucks his cock straight down my throat, warm come pumping from him a second later.

Yeah, that stuff tastes good.

I swallow it down, returning the favour and gripping his knot.

It’s hot and throbbing in my hands and different from my own in a way that’s hard to explain. A slightly different shape and angle. And impressive. It would stretch any omega wide open.

And that’s my other fantasy. The one I’d give a lot to make reality. Fucking an omega with my packmate, knotting her together. Showing her the power of both our knots.

I wonder if there’s any chance a girl like Giorgie Martinelli would want to do that.

Afterwards, we lie out on one of the giant sofas together, Dylan’s head resting against my shoulder, his dark curls spilling across my chest.

I feel better now, but it’s a temporary relief.

“That was good,” I tell Dylan. “But I can’t handle being shut out of that room for the next three days and subjected to all those pornographic noises. If this is a Jake only thing, then I’m going to need to find somewhere else to stay.”

“Same,” Dylan mutters.

I sigh. “It’s fucking ironic, don’t you think? He’s the one who’s always said we need to be careful when it comes to omegas. That it was too soon to find one for our pack, and then here he is, rutting one through a heat.”

“But he’s fallen in love with her, hasn’t he? It changes everything.”

I peer down at my packmate. “He told you that?”

“He didn’t need to, Levi. It’s bloody obvious.”

I run my fingers through his hair. “You think he’ll want to leave the pack?” I say, trying to keep my words steady, when the thought has my heart cracking in my chest. Our pack is so young, barely a year old, but it’s been the happiest year of my life. If Jake leaves, will Aiden too? Will everything fall apart? I can’t imagine life without them.

“I think that’s going to depend on Giorgie. What she wants. What she decides.”

“I couldn’t make that decision. I couldn’t choose between my omega and my pack.” I hold my packmate tighter.

Dylan shuffles against me, crooking his head up to look at me. “You like her.”

Dylan knows me better than any of my packmates, intimately. He can read me like one of his recipe books. Yet, I can’t quite admit it to myself, let alone him, so I mumble, “I hardly know her.”

“With some people you don’t have to.” He stares at me.

And I know there is no use arguing with that. We’d fallen into bed with each other on the first day we’d met. Someone had suggested drinks after training, we’d got chatting, and I’d been instantly seduced by those emerald eyes of his, his pale skin, and his dark hair. Seduced also by the fact we’d held similar philosophies about life. We both knew pack life was for us, that we had the capacity to love and commit to more than one person. It was bloody intoxicating to find someone who thought like me. I’d fallen hard. We’ve been pretty inseparable ever since.

And he has a way of making me see reason. I’m all red hot fire, passionate about everything I do. But that spills into hotheadedness sometimes. I’ve been sin-binned more than anyone else on our team and when I see the red mist like that it’s only ever Dylan who can talk me down.

“What do you like about her?” he asks.

“Are you jealous?” I ask him earnestly, genuinely concerned. It’s one thing to theorise about these things, another to enact them, and I’d never want to hurt Dylan.

“No,” he answers firmly. “You know I’m not like that.”

“Yeah,” I say, kissing the crown of his head. “What do I like about her?” I mull it over. “The girl has attitude. She’s smart and beautiful, and she gives Jake shit.” Dylan chuckles. “But there’s something vulnerable about her too, delicate, it makes me want to fix her. Shit, man. That probably sounds really fucked up.”

“No,” Dylan says. “You’re an alpha. It’s in our blood to want to look after omegas.”