Page 112 of Claiming Their Omega

I flush at the clear innuendo in his voice, and Hendrix chuckles. “You know we can feel exactly what you’re feeling, right?” he asks. “There’s no point in playing coy.”

“We weren’t trying to play coy,” I insist, even as Cade grins. “I don’t think either of us even knows how to be coy.”

“What I mean,” Hendrix continues, “is that we know exactly how hard he made you come.”

My face flushes. I’ve been shared between all of these men, so I shouldn’t be embarrassed. But I can’t help the way my cheeks heat. Knowing they felt how hard I orgasmed and how good Cade made me feel… it’s a new form of intimacy. I’m not upset about it, far from it, but it is overwhelming.

Cade cracks a rare smile. “I get it, guys. Must be hard, knowing first-hand that you can’t make her come as hard as I can.”

That’s a lie. All four Alphas can make me come equally hard. But it’s the teasing challenge that the other three love, and I love it too—their playful banter, although there’s no real jealousy, just teasing.

My heart feels so light and full, having that precious time with Cade and then coming back home to the three others, ready to make lunch and relax. I don’t think after Cade’s confession that I can deny it anymore—I’m falling for them.

Or, well… maybe that is me dodging the truth: that I’ve already fallen.

I wish that it made me happy. It does, I feel so incredibly happy, it’s just that I can’t just bask in this joy. I have my life back in New York to think about. My career. My boss is waiting on me, my apartment, my life. I can’t just give that up.

But I also love these men. And I’m not sure what to do with that.

Hendrix collapses onto the couch, lounging on it, and tugs me into his lap. I giggle as I land sprawled across him, unprepared.

“Well, I think there’s only one way to settle this,” Hendrix drawls. He idly kisses up my neck.

I tip my head back, shivering with heat. I have the feeling I know where this is going. They’re all going to share me and compete on who can make me come the hardest.

The very idea has me getting wet.

We all pause when Jesse’s phone rings, cutting through the sexual tension gathering in the room. He groans, pulling his cell out of his pocket before swiping to answer.

“Hello?”

Whatever the person on the other end of the line says makes Jesse frown, his entire body going stiff. I can feel how tense he is, his displeasure and frustration.

“Is that so? Uh huh.” He nods, his brows drawing together. “Okay. Thank you for telling me. All right. Yeah, you too.”

Jesse hangs up, and I scramble up from Hendrix’s lap as Hendrix straightens. “What was that?”

Jesse’s face is grim. “That was Grady.” He glances at me. “He’s one of the guys who helps organize the livestock options. He’s heard a rumor recently, and with the reputation the McAllisters have, he figured better safe than sorry and wanted to warn us.”

“What’re those rattlesnakes up to now?” Hendrix’s voice is hard.

“A lot, apparently.” Jesse rubs his forehead. “They’re on the warpath against us. Properly this time. No half-measures.”

“What do you mean?” My stomach churns with nerves.

Jesse starts to pace. “They plan to attend this cattle auction that’s coming up and bid aggressively on some key livestock.”

“Let me guess.” Easton snorts. “The same bulls we had our eye on for our breeding program.”

“You guessed it. I don’t know how they figured out what our plans are, but they’re going to do everything they can to outbid us. And they just might have the money to manage it too. Grady also mentioned something about underhanded tactics—he’s going to sequester the auctioneers, he was worried about any of them taking bribes to ignore us and give the bids to the McAllisters.”

“These are the kinds of tactics those bastards always use,” Hendrix growls. “And they never succeed.”

“They might this time if we don’t jump on it,” Jesse replies. “Grady says he’s already heard some rumors about our supposed ‘bad behavior.’ The McAllisters have been talking shit about us. He refuted the rumors and let the people doing the talking know what horseshit it is, but that doesn’t mean that there aren’t others who still believe it.”

“A lie gets around the world before the truth can even get its pants on,” Easton intones grimly.

“You think the McAllisters are the source of the rumors?” I ask.

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