Page 118 of Mark & Don't Tell

Daria’s pupils are blown wide, and her eyes snap to meet mine, almost like she didn’t hear me greet her. She’s wielding a pretzel like a sword and snarling at me.

A smile tugs at my lips. A smart alpha knows better than to mess with an omega during this phase. She’ll likely stab me in the eye before letting me touch her, her instincts telling her the most important thing right now is to eat enough food to sustain her through her heat. I let my gaze drift over the empty wrappers and snacks she still has left to eat. It’s an impressive load, but there’s no water.

Tsking, I go grab a bottle and return to the end of the bed, crouching and handing it to her.

She growls at me like a feral cat, and I chuckle.

“Come on, baby. You have to drink something.” Especially now. It’ll only get harder to talk sense into her. Worst-case scenario, we pour little sips into her mouth right before she falls asleep between rounds of fucking.

Squinting at me like I’m enemy number one, she snatches the water bottle and side-eyes me while she uncaps it and drinks half of it in one go.

“That’s my girl,” I tell Daria, placing my palms on the bed and moving to climb in.

Her warning growl is back, but I’m careful not to touch her or her snacks as I find a place on the mattress. “You’re wearing my shirt,” I muse, tipping my head when I spot two more collars. “You’re wearing all of our shirts.”

“Scents.”

“Mmm. Do you need them?”

She casts a glance over her shoulder and nods before shoving three pretzels into her mouth.

Her curls are damp, and the dried pieces are frizzier than normal. She probably didn’t even think about applying her products. While she’s busy eating, I pull out my phone and order a hair mask and a new vial of the oil she likes to use. “Vic and Linc are on their way home.”

She pauses eating long enough to hum, then resumes her snacking. By the time the guys arrive, she’s traded the pretzels for little chocolates.

“Heya, bunny.” Linc reaches out to run his palm over her cheek, but she recoils.

“No touching,” she grouses, mouth full of chocolate.

“Fair enough,” he says with a laugh.

“Can’t blame her,” I tell him. “Soon enough, she’ll be overloaded with touching and kissing and?—”

“Rutting,” Linc finishes, quickly kicking off his shoes and scooting onto the bed, avoiding Daria’s safe space.

That just leaves Vic. He lingers outside, gaze flicking over me and Linc before resting on our mate. She stares back at him, sucking on a new piece of chocolate, maybe oblivious to what’s making him hesitate.

“She needs you,” I tell him.

Daria shakes her head. “Want.”

And that one word changes everything. A slow smirk breaks across his face, and the traces of doubt bleed away. “You have me, little doe.”

He climbs onto the bed, dropping down between me and Linc at the head of the bed. Daria turns so she’s facing us, sitting closer to the end with her legs crisscross. She unwraps another piece of chocolate. “Mine,” she says, looking at each of us before putting the candy in her mouth.

“Us or the chocolate?” Lincoln teases.

I chuckle. “Probably both.”

“Don’t make her mad,” Vic warns.

And we both listen, falling silent and watching our omega watch us, waiting for her to need us. To demand everything we have to give.

Good thing I ate a good lunch.

A hand on my cock wakes me. Daria is completely naked and on top of me. Her scent is a musky lavender mist in the air, needy and filled with desire. She undid my pants so she could reach my length. Running her silky palm up and down my length, she holds my gaze, lining the head of my dick with her center.

“Knot,” she rasps and sinks onto my length with a deep, husky moan. Her slick-coated walls allow her to easily take me all the way in, her wet pussy slipping against my skin as she grinds with me sheathed inside of her.

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