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Rumor

I flushed my suppressants that night.

I’d have to have no heart at all not to.

And it was important partly because while I wanted to begin our life together in earnest, I wanted to experience lovemaking with these three without the insanity of heat or the dullness of suppressants.

Just to be me and my mates getting to know one another in the sweetest, most natural way. But I still had something to deal with. As I remembered the night before when the three of them had held me in their embrace at the same time, I couldn’t imagine deciding who to be with first.

Each of them had such an amazing personality and way of showing me their affection. And they were hot. All of them. If I could split into three people, I’d send one to be with each of them, but alas, a mere omega could not do that. Neither could an alpha, for that matter.

I rolled over in bed and pulled my pillow over my head. No rush, right? They’d all been very clear that they would wait until I was ready to go to the next level, and we were building a sweet life even without sex. Maybe we could go on that way? It would save me having to make a decision that could hurt someone’s feelings.

They insisted that wouldn’t happen. Everything was my choice. Did they understand how hard it was for me to accept that? Even before the day I disappointed them all by being an omega, my family had never let me do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted.

With whomever I wanted.

I’d had a line to toe, a reputation to uphold. My hair had to be just so, my clothing neat and appropriate at all times. In pack events, my sister and I sat side by side at the head table, if there was one. When we ran, we had our positions side by side right behind our parents at the front of the pack. We played with one another because we were too high up to have other friends, even within the pack. In short, our lives were scripted to suit our parents’ vision of the next set of alphas.

What a horrible shock I must have been. I shuddered, as memories of that day tried to seep through, wanting to take over the peace of mind I had just begun to gain. The past would have to stay there as I absorbed the freedom of the present.

And the fact that the three sexiest males I’d ever met were willing to wait forever for me to accept them in my bed. Fortunately for us all, I didn’t want to wait any longer, circling me right back to the big question.

Who first?

Vargas.

My wolf had never expressed interest in anyone in my life, not family or friends, but she’d been much more animated lately. But this? What about Vargas?

Vargas now. She followed her comment with a snarl, and her claws dug into me from the inside. Mate.

Why him? Not that he wasn’t great, but they all were.

Then I realized something. You kept me from having to decide.

Now.

Now…

I scrambled off the bed and raced toward the door. Decision made, I didn’t want to wait any longer either. Grasping the knob, I jerked the door open, but before I could take a step into the hallway, I bumped right into a solid wall of muscle.

“Vargas.”

Vargas!

“I thought I heard my name.” He was sweaty and out of breath. “I was dreaming of you.”

“That must have been some dream.”

“It was of you.” He bent and swept his lips over mine. “Were you calling, querida?”

“Spanish?”

“My first language, and I rarely have opportunity to use it.” He stroked my cheek. “What can I get you?”

I lifted my face to his. “You.”

“Rumor, what do you mean?”

I rose on tiptoe to whisper next to his ear. “I want you. Now. Here.”

“Yes.” He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bed. “I’m here.”

Vargas wore only boxer shorts, which just registered, but I pointed at them. “Off, please.”

He stepped out of them and tossed them onto the bedside chair. “Done. But you’re overdressed.”

I wore a long T-shirt and panties. “Should I take them off?” Silly question.

“No.”

“Excuse me?” He was standing there all naked and sexy and telling me not to get undressed? I’d never seen a naked male cock before, but his was intimidating. “You want me to stay dressed?”

“I want to help you with that.” And he did, kneeling beside me and easing the shirt over my head. “Lift your hips, and I’ll get those panties off.” He was kissing every part of me he revealed, whispering sweet words and telling me how beautiful I was and how much he loved me. My heart swelled to breaking, but when he bent and kissed me between my legs, a whole other set of feelings happened.

“Ohhh…is that okay? I don’t…can you?”

Lifting his face, I saw his chin was shiny with my juices. “You’re so slick, omega, and you taste amazing.”

I trembled, gripping his shoulders, trying to keep from melting completely into the bed. “It’s so good.”

“It’s supposed to be.” He lowered his face again, lapping and sucking, two fingers working their way into me. “Mmm.”

Pleasure so intense everything went black crashed over me, and I was still shivering and whimpering when Vargas rose up and placed his cock at the slicked entrance of me. His first thrust opened me up, a searing pain that faded into more pleasure…and he pushed into me again and again, faster and deeper with each thrust until he grunted and I felt the hot spill of his cum into my body. Wrapping my legs around him, I held him close as he swelled inside me, his knot tying us together.

As we lay, cuddling, the other guys came in and joined us. We cuddled in a wonderful puppy pile, the closeness so much more than I could have ever dreamed of.