Page 23 of Cleat Heat

“Nah. Fuck. Shit. My bad. It’s not your fault.” And I totally get it. My Alpha is raking at my skin, angry at having our mate removed from our sight. We’ve never shared a woman, let alone an omega, as a pack, and it seems we may all have a bit to learn.

Freaking Ty, especially.

Mako paws at the door, letting out a pitiful meow that fills me with hope. She must be on the other side. Inhaling deeply, I catch the faintest whiff of her cupcake scent, and a thrill runs straight to my cock, making him throb angrily against my zipper.

“He took her to the gym? When we have ten bedrooms and a nest... Why here?” Dash snarls, his voice deep with annoyance. Agreed.

“Who the hell knows what goes on in his head? Bought himself some damn time, though—if it weren’t for the cat, I would have checked about a dozen other places first,” I agree, sliding in front of Dash to grab for the door handle.

“Good kitty,” Dash agrees.

Muffled moans come through the thick wood, and my aggression spikes. Not waiting for another second, I twist much harder than necessary and push it open. Vivi cries out in ecstasy, her scent clogging my nostrils and hitting me like a punch to the gut. My mouth waters, and I’m dying for a taste, but it’s hella dark in here.

“I think you’ve killed me. Death by orgasm,” my omega whimpers. On silent feet, I stalk slowly through the room, trying to locate her.

“Oh, Vivi, we’re just getting started,” Dash’s impatient voice says, and every light in the gym flicks on.

My knot swells uncontrollably at the perfection of the sight before me. Vivi is lying on one of our many weight benches, her clothing in tatters on the floor, allowing me to get my first glimpse of all of her. Long white-blond hair hangs off the bench, her skin covered in a film of sweat that makes her practically glow. My gaze can’t help but travel lower, and my mouth waters at her sexy pink nipples—hardened points that beg for me. Ty meets my eyes, giving me a wicked grin yet never stopping his slow licks of her pussy. Cupcake slick drenches his face, making it glisten, and I war between wanting to taste it and needing to steal her away for myself.

Growls fill the room, and I can’t even tell which one of us it’s coming from anymore.

Vivi squeaks in alarm at our sudden appearance, her little hands immediately covering those perky tits as she attempts to sit up, but Ty’s having none of it. His hands clamp down on her hips, holding her in place as his tongue continues to swirl over her sensitive clit.

With a snarl, I stalk toward him, mirrored by Dash. My cock is raging, unable to be controlled any further, and I rip down the zipper of my pants to give myself some breathing room.

“Get off her, Ty, you’ve had enough,” Dash demands, but that little shit lets out a chuckle, not letting up his languid rhythm that’s causing Vivi’s skin to turn pink and her breathing to become labored.

Her silvery blue eyes are wide with lust, and she bites her plump lower lip as she darts a look between all of us. The scent of rich chocolate-frosted cupcakes blooms around us, and I can sense her desire as well as her embarrassment. Can’t have that.

“You’re so beautiful, little flier. Do you want Ty to make you come again?” I ask, close enough now to touch her, but I don’t—not yet. She nods her head, swallowing hard, but now her focus is on me instead of the Alpha between her legs. Just the way I want it.

Slowly moving down her body, I position myself behind Ty, running my nails through his green mohawk, fisting it roughly, and pulling him from her. She cries out at the loss, her eyes flaring with anger and outrage—completely lost to her instincts. The sound only enrages Ty, who twists in my hand, but I tighten my grip.

“You want this, Vivi? Want him to make you come? Fast? Hard?” And she nods frantically, so close to the edge.

“Fine,” I snarl, pushing his head roughly into her pretty pink pussy. I’m still pissed at him, so I hold him there, hoping he can’t breathe. Drown him in your slick, little flier. As close as I am, I can see her cunt throbbing with need, her clit pulsing. A drop of sweat slides down the underside of Vivi’s breast, and she shakes as my packmate toys with her. But her eyes are still on me. I own this moment.

“Pinch those little nipples for me, omega. Squirt all over him. But when you come—it better be my name on your lips,” I command, and her pupils blow wide with desire. Holding him down, I push Ty harder against her cunt.

“Make her come now,” I growl. “Or I’ll lock you out of her heat.”

Ty lets out a strangled sound but stops his lazy playing and goes to town on our omega, eating at her like the feral beast he is. The way he guzzles her cunt is fucking filthy, and the wet sloppy sounds only make me harder. Holding him there with a punishing grip, I use my other hand to yank my raging hard-on from my pants. Vivi gasps, her jaw gaping open as I fist my length and begin jacking it hard. Working my shaft, I wish I had some of her slick to rub into my skin. She licks her lips, plucking at her nipples and undulating against Ty’s face. Watching her come undone brings me so close to the edge.

“Ohhhhh, Fox,” Vivi cries out as she goes over, and I follow her, releasing ropes of cum that land all over Ty and coat her stomach. Then, like the sexy vixen she is, Vivi reaches down, gathers some of my cum on her finger, and brings it to her lips. She sucks the digit deep into her mouth and lets out a pleased hum. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, and she moans like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted. And it’s the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

“What the fuck, dude—Did you just jizz in my hair?” Ty pops up, annoyance flickering in his eyes.

A dark chuckle bursts from Dash, who watched the whole thing go down with amusement.

“You got what you deserved. Honestly, Fox was nicer than I would have been. I was ready to pound you. Still might.”

Ty replies, but I’m no longer paying any attention to them. Vivi shivers, and I’m done.

Using my bulk, I shove Ty out of the way. Let him and Dash bicker. I have an omega to take care of. Reaching down, I pluck her from the bench, pleased at how she wraps her arms around me immediately and nuzzles into my neck.

“Ready for me to take you upstairs, little omega?” I ask, unsure whether she wants to get cleaned up, make a nest, eat something, or get some rest. Worry spikes in my gut. Shit. A nest… we have a room, but there are absolutely no furnishings… “The nest is a little sparse… but we can put in some orders and see how quickly they can get here. And I can show you around and get you some food. Whatever you want.”

“Upstairs sounds nice,” she sighs. Her warm breath fans my neck, causing me to harden again, but I lift her higher, trying not to poke her with it. “No nest. Too many decisions. I just want to snuggle in your bed and make some rules for my heat before it pulls me under.”

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