Page 85 of Candy & Her Saints

Thomas looks fascinated. “That’s a myth.”

“Not amongst my pack. So, that’s an affirmative to my bond biting our Omega then, sir?”

I shiver at his casual use of our Omega.

Thomas reaches out and tucks the curl of hair that falls forward behind Lincoln’s ear. “Anything to help her and anything that you want too, love.” He hesitates like he was testing out the word and is waiting for Lincoln to react badly to the pet name. When instead, Lincoln only challengingly meets his gaze, Thomas’ lips curl into a smile. “And don’t call me sir, during the heat. I’m not the boss in bed.”

To my shock, Lincoln’s hand shoots out and grips Thomas hard by the back of the neck. Lincoln gives him a shake.

It makes me realize how much larger and stronger he is than our Alpha.

“Yeah, you’re not.” Lincoln tightens his hold.

Thomas’ eyes are wide with shock, but then, he looks delighted, before he can school his expression. “So, call me Tom.”

Lincoln’s eyes take on a dangerous gleam, as he nudges at the peacock stuffie behind Thomas. “I’ll call you my peacock.”

When Thomas growls, Lincoln only laughs.

Unexpectedly, Lincoln drags Thomas closer into a kiss, which is rough and hard.

But it makes Thomas melt.

The two of them together is the hottest thing that I’ve seen.

For the first time, I know that this is going to work.

Finally, I relax, and my heat takes me.

Pulses of need wash over me. Slick drips down my thighs.

Yet I’m caught up in the joy of the moment, snuggled in my first true nest, surrounded by my Alpha’s pheromones and the scents of the two men who are going to bond me.

I feel safe.

Purring, I watch as Thomas and Lincoln kiss.

Lincoln plays with the soft hair on the nape of Thomas’ neck, as he gentles the kiss, before pulling back. They exchange a long, silent look.

“I can smell that our Omega is in heat.” Thomas kisses Lincoln again like he can’t resist it or can’t believe that he’s allowed to. “Go and strip her. Then prepare her for my knot.”

“Bossy peacock.” Lincoln gives a sardonic smirk.

“Always.” Thomas smooths down his hair, when Lincoln lets go of him.

Lincoln grabs him by his tie, however, and drags him like the tie is a leash to sit with his back at the headboard. “Stay.”

“Bossy, love.” Thomas jerks his tie out of Lincoln’s hold.

“Always.” Lincoln cages me, pushing my sweaty hair back from my face. “Okay?”

I nod.

“Hot. Need…need…” It’s hard through the haze to think clearly.

My mind feels like it’s full of cottonwool.

I feel hollow and empty.

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