Page 162 of The Heat of Us

My nest was so perfect.

Big fluffy duvets pushed to the edge. Pillows scattered but always within reach.

But the best part of it was them.

My alphas were in rut.

My beta was here too. Curved over my back, buried deep from behind.

I would have moaned louder but I was trying to get my alpha to come.

“Want you, alpha.”

His length throbbed in my hands and I caught the dribble that leaked from his tip.

He tasted like smoky liquor caught aflame.

A shattered groan and he released. On my face, neck and dripped down my tits.

Perfect alpha. He knew I wanted his scent soaked into my skin.

Fire and whiskey and a little touch of citrus. Mine.

“Give her your knot, Remy.”

He was still hard because I needed him to be.

My beta took me again, right above my alpha. So easy after hours, days of heat.

He smelled like flowers. My flowers.

I felt my prime stir before I saw him. He was the first and last piece, who held us together with me in the centre.

I pleasured him, savouring how I had to work to fit his girth into my mouth. Wanting to show him I was good and worthy too.

“You are, omega. You’re perfect.”

I sighed.

It had never been like this.

EPILOGUE

HAZEL

Six months later.

“Hazel!”

I grinned at my tall, beautiful, enthusiastically waving alpha. There was really no need for it. Remy was the only one waiting on the corner of the quad as I emerged from the Business building with my other classmates.

But I loved it, because everyone could see that he was mine.

Our bond was giddy and light, a million tiny bubbles rushing in a stream. I let my shoulder bag fall onto the grass and leapt straight into his arms.

“Oof.”

“You love it.”

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