Page 185 of Candy & Her Saints

Thomas stretches out on the nest, clenching his hands on his thighs to control himself.

Ghost bursts into the room in a flash of lean masculine perfection. His platinum tousled mess of curls fall over his face, but his blue eyes burn.

He’s gloriously naked.

The only thing that he’s wearing is Thomas’ tie.

He’s both growling and purring at the same time, which I didn’t know was possible, as if he can’t decide between them.

“Oh, shit,” I breathe.

Ghost’s gaze instantly focuses on me.

He dives across the room. He’s untamed and primal.

He’s lost in his heat.

I open my arms, and Ghost tackles me. I let out a laugh, as we tumble together into the nest of cushions and clothes.

Thomas makes a disgruntled sound, but Lincoln looks amused.

Ghost pushes me onto my back. He licks at my scent gland at the same time as he reaches out like he’s desperate for the rest of his pack’s touch.

Immediately Thomas edges closer, taking Ghost’s hand. “I’m here, good Omega.”

Ghost’s purr deepens in response.

Lincoln sits next to Thomas, leaning to run his hand down Ghost’s spine. Ghost arches into his touch. He’s deliciously sensitive like this.

I’m going to enjoy this.

I trace down Ghost’s neck. He’s feverish, hot, and damp.

I know how it feels to be at this stage, desperate and aching for your pack’s touch and Alpha’s knot.

Yet Ghost can’t beg like I normally do.

I’m not going to let him suffer or tease him. I’m going to watch him carefully for cues and his facial expression because he can’t talk. I haven’t seen him in heat before to be certain how he communicates like this.

Ghost lies above me. Our legs tangle together. It’s electric how our naked skin is pressed together. His hard cock is pressed against my fake one.

Our gazes lock.

I feel deeply connected with my beautiful Omega soul mate.

“Do you want to rut and bond with us?” I murmur.

Ghost nods.

I kiss Ghost’s plush lips, unable to resist. He whines, deepening the kiss.

I lose myself in this nest that smells of all three of my men.

Slowly, I begin to hump my hips against Ghost, and he pants.

Then he pulls back from me. His nose scrunches up.

He reaches between us like he’s only just noticing my strap-on for the first time. He strokes over it from the knot to the tip in curiosity.

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