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It takes real strength of character.

Cygnus’ eyes sparkle. “I wish that I could have seen Zev in action. I bet he had at least three screens in front of him, as well as two phones, setting everything in motion.”

Asher smirks. “Four screens. It was like a sexy mage, stirring this whole social media cauldron. It was fucking hot to watch him work his magic. If I hadn’t been desperate to get to my gorgeous Omegas in here, then I’d have bent him over that desk, pulled down his pants and…” He licks his lips. “…fucked him hard enough to make the desk rock, as he worked.”

Instantly, the image floods my mind, and that’s it.

I’m pushed over the edge.

Heat floods through me, and I can’t stop my hand sliding down to work over my clit.

Cygnus catches my wrist, however, stopping me.

I whimper in frustration, but immediately, Cygnus replaces my fingers with his own. He circles my clit, and my eyelashes flutter.

This is perfect but not enough.

I need my Alphas.

Asher leans over to whisper, hot into my ear, “Zev’s posting everywhere about you now. He has contacts. You know the guy who took those hot pictures of him dancing, which I put up on the wall of your cottage…? He’s an Omega movie star and director, Jex. He’s already made a short film that cuts together montages of you skating and then the Blades on the ice, along with their romantic dive to rescue you in your heat. It’s gone viral. Then the Omega singer, Roman, is writing a song, “Her Crown of Ice”. There’s a poem by the anonymous and subversive poet, Ben, about you. It’s being scrawled over buildings by Blades fans. Don’t you see? This is a cultural rebellion to protect the Blades and you.”

Cygnus’ clever fingers never stop circling my clit, and my breaths are short and fast. The tightness in my chest, however, is not only because of my heat or the winding pleasure.

It’s because of unexpected hope.

Movie stars, famous singers, poets, and Omega fans throughout the country are backing the Blades’ choice of me, a Reject Omega.

They’re supporting their right to protect me in my heat and bond with me, over their role on the ice.

Roarke can’t touch us.

Yet I force myself to say, “But you still lost the game for me. I remember what almost winning feels like and the devastation, when your shot at the prize is taken away. I know that hockey is everything to you.”

Asher rests his forehead against mine, his gaze is intense and firm. “Yeah, you don’t know that. Once you understand me better, you’ll realize that hockey has never been everything to me. Family is. I trust that Jackson is smart enough to work out a way to make this right. But you and I don’t need to worry about that. Your heat is what matters. I need you to really listen to me: Even if I never play hockey again, I won because I won a woman who wants me to be her equal.”

Then he draws me into a kiss, and I feel like I’m licked by the sun’s flames.

I’m burning up, and I never want it to end.

Yet I still need to survive tonight.

Even if both my Alphas bond with me, I may still die.

CHAPTER 16

Omega Chamber, Blade House

“Alpha!” I whine.

Naked now, apart from my Rej bracelet, I writhe on the silk sheets.

I crave…need…

Please…

Hot, hot, hot.

I roll between the piles of delicious smelling jerseys and fluffy pillows, as waves of fever wash over me.

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