Page 113 of Puck & Her Blades

They still echo inside my head: When Omegas forget their place, then they frequently end up dead.

Asher stands with his back to me, breathing heavily. His hands are balled into fists at his side.

Then he makes an effort to calm himself, relaxing his hands.

He turns back to me. “Well, wasn’t the doctor a ray of sunshine?”

Instantly, the tension is broken in the room, and I open my arms to Cygnus.

“I need to hump against something, and you’re soft and fuckable. Plus, you smell delicious. Get back here.” I make grabby hands.

Cygnus smirks at Asher like he’s won a competition, before diving onto the bed and snuggling under the soft blankets to join me.

I throw my leg over his waist and whine in pleasure as my pussy rubs against Cygnus’ hip. It’s just enough to feed the waves of heat, which are being stoked in me.

Asher pouts, and it’s fucking adorable “When do I get to be dry humped like a sex toy, huh? I’m feeling left out.”

“When you’re as cute as me.” Cygnus flutters his eyelashes at Asher.

Asher sighs. “Guess that’ll be never then.”

Cygnus kisses along the shell of my ear, loving and intimate. “Don’t listen to McKay. I hate doctors anyway; I’ve had to see more than I’ve ever wanted to of them in my life. They think that they’re experts but most are so arrogant that they don’t listen to the patient. They definitely don’t care about an Omega or their pain.”

“What am I going to do?” I whisper. “I could die…”

“You won’t,” Cygnus insists, fervently. “Because Jackson and Zev will rut and bond with you. They’ll save you.”

Asher strolls to the fridge, swinging it open and peering inside. He pulls out a Gatorade and a box of handmade, luxury chocolates with a cry of triumph. Then he darts to the bed and leaps onto it next to me.

He brandishes the Gatorade and chocolates like weapons. “And I’m going to care for you with these throughout your heat because that’s the role of a Beta. You didn’t think that you weren’t going to need me just because I don’t have a knot, right? Harsh. As the only one who’ll be able to think straight for the next twenty-four hours, I’ll be making sure that all of you are hydrated, fed, cleaned and generally maintained. Just like hamsters.”

I laugh. “So, we’re your pets now…?”

“Yeah, more like Jackson’s pets.”

Asher leans down, carefully placing the drink and chocolates onto the floor by the side of the bed.

Then his pupils dilate, as he watches me pleasuring myself on Cygnus.

Asher strokes my hair at the same time as he strokes Cygnus’. “I’m going to take care of you too, Cyg. You’re looking fucking wrecked. You both need to get through tonight, and don’t think that you can hide how tired you are from me. I’’ll make sure that you’re both okay.”

I study Asher.

I love how he protects his pack but I also love him. I don’t think that he realizes it.

“You’re my Beta too,” I say. “You don’t need a knot to be part of my first heat. I don’t want you just feeding me. I want you eating me out too.”

Pink tints Asher’s cheeks, but he smiles. “I can so fucking do that. Although, I’d recommend Zev for that because his tongue piercing feels incredible. I have other skills.”

His gaze darts to the sports bag.

My brow furrows in confusion.

Then he sits back on his haunches and pulls his t-shirt over his head with one hand. He hurls it across the room.

I stare at his chest. He’s muscled with strong abs. His chest is a fucking work of art.

Yet my eye is drawn to a beautiful tattoo, which is above his heart.

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