Page 90 of Heat Hesitation

"To your nest. You've been a bad girl, hiding out down here from your alphas because you didn't get your way."

"That's a little reductive," I reply boredly. It fools neither of us. With every step I take, my legs rub and squeeze together, and it feels like torture.

A sharp sting on my ass has me jumping. "Keep going." His tone is so demanding and bossy.

I'm practically panting by the time we get up the next flight. It's still a long walk down the hallway, and when I enter the nest and find the other three alphas in various states of undress, I nearly come on the spot. I am way too worked up.

Theo, wearing those goddamn sweatpants that scream big knot energy, doing nothing to hide the now-hardening outline of his cock, is also shirtless, showing off his incredible physique. He works hard for it, shaping it in the gym and sparring with his brothers. He's golden all over, glistening somehow despite the comforting soft glow of the room. His bright, crystal blue eyes narrow on me, making me shiver.

"Hey, sugar plum, you still pouting all alone down there?"

I feel Sully at my back, a soft sniff telling me he's laughing. Unfortunately, I can't laugh back. Theo's Adonis belt is distracting me. I'm nearly flooding in slick, and I haven't been touched in almost a week.

"Turn around, Omega."

I turn. Sully's pulling off his shirt. My knees buckle. Where Theo is ripped but lean, Sully is pure stacked muscle. His biceps bulge and pecs ripple as he undresses, leaving his briefs on.

I swallow audibly in a cartoonish gulp.

"Get on your knees, Omega."

My eyes widen at the command, but I do as he says. Barely. I'm shaking, uncoordinated, needy, and a wash of arousal is pouring out of my skin, scenting the air with unadulterated lust.

On my knees, barely reaching Sully's hips he's so tall, his thumbs hook into his briefs, and he shoves them down his legs. His cock, massive, the size of my forearm, long and thick and veiny, pops out and bobs in place, nearly slapping me in the face.

"Oh my god," I whisper. There are no other words.

Sully bends his knee a bit, letting his cock caress one side of my cheek while he brings his palm to the other. Precum wets the tip and he rubs it against my cheek.

"What's the matter, Omega?"

I swallow. "Umm… I'm not sure…"

"Say it. I want to hear you say it."

"What if you don't fit?" I look up and can only imagine the visual. His cock rubbing against my face, I'm wide-eyed and on my knees. He smiles.

"That's a good point."

"It is?" I ask, worried now that he won't even try.

"It is. So I think maybe I should let my brothers make some room for me, hmm? Stretch open that tight omega pussy. Take that sweet ass, get your body ready for me."

I moan, my eyes rolling back in my head, but he's not finished. "Present for your alphas."

I always thought if I heard that command, I would fucking hate it. I'd buck against their stolen authority and fight their demands.

That's not what happens. At all. God help me I love it, and like a hussy in need—or an omega in heat—I scramble in place.

"On the bed," he corrects, so I rush up to the bed. Enzo climbs on beside me, touching my cheek reverently, before tugging at the hem of my shirt and pulling it up. Theo's behind me, pulling down my pants and underwear, and the second everything is off, my scent blooms around us and all four of them moan.

The air feels cool around my naked body but does nothing to alleviate the heat burning my skin. Enzo grips my chin, turning my face and devours me in a passionate kiss. His tongue claims mine and at the same moment, I feel a tongue on my ass, licking up from my pussy and I moan into Enzo's mouth.

A sharp slap on my ass cheek has me clenching, and I whimper. Enzo releases me and smiles. And like always, because they're so rare and usually only reserved for me, it lights me up from within. Already down to an undershirt, he takes off his glasses and the rest of his clothes, and I watch with anticipation. He pushes off his briefs and grips his cock, stroking it once before letting go.

My mouth waters and I reach out to touch him, but Sully interrupts. "I don't think so, Omega. You're not dictating anything, tonight." I whine and it's the most pathetic sound I've ever made, only making him chuckle in response.

Someone at my back slaps my ass again and I cry out, burying my head in the pillow, ass high in the air, begging for more. After this week of being untouched, and being in here, like this, surrounded by their scents, I'm in pain with the emptiness, hot and aching. Another slap and I'm clenching and crying, "Please, Sully. I need it. So fucking bad, I need more. Please."

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