Page 29 of Cleat Heat

Mine. Forever.

“Give me one more, omega,” I demand, needing to hear her scream for me. Dash leans down, taking her mouth in a sloppy kiss, plucking at her nipples while I make small thrusts, and circle her slippery clit. It takes only seconds before her body gives in, and she shatters around me.

“Yessssss, Ty,” she moans, her toes curling, before her body goes lax.

Fox appears at my side suddenly, and together, the three of us work to release her from the swing gently so that my knot doesn’t tug at her too hard. Collecting her in my arms, I stagger over to the bed.

Her skin flares hot for an instant before droplets of sweat break out and cool her… ending the heat.

Chapter Twenty

Vivi

Light filters in, gently rousing me, and I crack my eyes open.

Three warm bodies surround me, and there are hands and arms everywhere. Someone is cupping my breast, another splayed between my legs, while yet another arm is hugging me tightly to a muscular chest.

But one thing is for certain—I need to pee. Now.

Wiggling back and forth, I try to move out of the embrace of my Alphas, amazed at how good I feel after so many days of non-stop knotting. I’m a bit sore, but not bad. The arm around me bands tighter when I attempt to escape, and a sweet purr rolls down my back.

“Where are you going, little flier?” Fox’s sleepy voice asks.

“Just to the bathroom.”

He releases me reluctantly, making me promise to return, and I scurry into the enormous ensuite. Holy crap. This bathroom may be bigger than my whole apartment.

The space is bright; silver and blue. It matches my eyes and my heart stutters. A pack-sized jetted tub sits along one wall, and next to it is a shower with more heads than I can count. The floor is warm under my toes, and I sigh at the sheer luxury of the space.

Wow!

I do my business and catch my first glimpse of myself in the mirror. Yikes. My hair is a wreck, and though my skin has marks, none of them are the bites I so desperately want to see. My eyes fill with tears, and desolation clogs my throat.

They’re mine. We belong together. And yet they didn’t claim me…because you asked them not to.

Regret coils around my chest, squeezing me until it’s suddenly hard to breathe. They were so wonderful during my heat. Kind, generous, not to mention hot as fuck. Any omega would be lucky to have them. But no. I told them not to bite me., What if they find someone better?

Reaching back, I run my finger over the crescent on my neck that identifies me as an omega. I’ve always endured it stoically, using it as a shield that made me determined to prove that my designation didn’t define me. But now all I want is to be coddled by my Alphas.

Pathetic. Weak.

For the first time, I realize how sticky I am, coated in their essence, their scents. My skin begs to be clean, yet I struggle with my instincts—warring with the anxiety that comes from washing away their scents. Without it what marks me as their omega?

Indecision builds inside me. Shower? Bath? Stay just as I am? The options are before me, and yet I stand in the middle of the bathroom, staring at my reflection, completely frozen.

My eyes fall to the mark on my neck. It’s a dark purple, but already fading around the edges.

“Next time, it’s going to be real.” Dash’s deep voice rasps behind me as his handsome face appears in the mirror over my shoulder. He bends forward, eyes dark as he lowers his mouth to the mark. Our gaze locks, and he scrapes his teeth against it, causing lust to bloom low in my belly. Tilting my head, I offer my neck, giving him better access, watching with rapt attention as he loves on the spot.

Mate. Safety. Comfort. Mine.

A sigh escapes me, and he draws back after rubbing his rough stubble against my cheek.

“Come on, little omega, let’s get clean,” he says with a grin. “Before I decide to take you again.”

“Shower time!” Ty sings, entering the gigantic bathroom with Fox hot on his heels. Rushing, they grab bottles and prepare the water before ushering me in.

Steam surrounds me along with the scents of my Alphas. Looking up at them, I still can’t believe this is happening—they’re mine. Between scenting them and being thrown into an early heat, I’ve had barely any time to process.

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