Page 30 of The Silver Pact

My mouth goes instantly dry as heat lights up my insides. My attention focuses almost entirely on the alpha tracking me across the patio.

“Would you like that?” West murmurs.

I watch his tongue dip out and moisten his lower lip. Oh, help me. I feel strange in my body, awkward, heavy. But so alive. Like I’ve been sleeping all this time.

“Silver?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I’d like it.” It’s a bare whisper of sound. Said to the alpha in front of me in the empty darkness of the front of his house. Glass windows are the only witness to my sin.

West moves closer. He’s hunting me. The steady, slow prowl as he inches towards me. The focus, the sound of his voice. Trying to get my guards lowered so I don’t run.

I don’t think I could move if someone screamed for me to run. I’m tired and exhilarated. I just…need.

As soon as I think the word, the heat that I’ve been controlling, the heat I’ve been suppressing blazes into life. A whine, low and needy, fills the air around us, and West pauses, his head cocked to the side.

“Silver?”

I ignore the question in his voice and stumble towards him. It hurts, it hurts so badly. I don’t think I can take this.

“What is it?”

Ian catches me as my legs buckle. He casually lifts me into his arms, staring down at me. But I don’t care, I can smell him. Far stronger than I normally do? The drugs I couldn’t afford anymore have stopped working.

Where did he come from? Has he been here in the shadows all along?

I can see Ian adding it up, too. His lips press together in anger, and he lets out a growl of such displeasure that my pussy starts weeping. Weeping! It’s so humiliating.

“Quint! Ross!” West shouts into the house.

“Prepare to lock down the house for a heat,” Ian says evenly.

I look up with a moment of crystal clarity. “But you hate me.”

Ian shakes his head. He looks so disappointed. “I don’t hate you, Silver. I hate what you did. And that is in the past. But none of us are going to leave an omega to suffer a heat alone. We will help you.”

“You can’t.” My protest is weak.

“Did you have someone else lined up?” Ian asks softly.

I shake my head, cringing as a cramp ripples through my lower abdomen. His expression softens.

“Let us see you through this heat. Let us make you feel good,” Ian says softly.

“Yeah, we can do that for you. It’s no hardship, Silver.”

I whip my head towards Ross who pulls a robe onto his body and ties it hastily. He could tell me the sky's a picture of red carnations falling, and with that tone, I would believe him.

“You won’t hate me tomorrow?”

Ross leans forward, pressing his lips to my cheek. “I won’t hate you any day, Silver.”

Ian carries me through the house as the other three scatter. The heat is causing my head to ache and my mouth to go bone dry. But at the same time, I have this restless energy.

“I haven’t had a heat in a long time.”

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