Page 83 of Candy & Her Saints

Without a bond — multiple bonds — I won’t survive.

I thought that rutting an Alpha would be enough but it’s not.

Was I wrong to cling to my independence? Should I have given up on Lincoln long ago? Settled for any Alpha who’d accept me as a Reject?

Is it better to live a long life with clipped wings in a cage or a short life fleeing through the forest toward freedom?

I’d take the flight toward freedom every time.

I set my jaw.

If this is my last heat, then there aren’t two men who I’d rather spend it with.

Perhaps, this is fated.

“Alpha,” I whimper.

Thomas immediately clasps his hand lightly at the base of my throat over my scent gland.

I gasp, arching toward his touch.

My nipples harden. My pussy throbs.

My gaze shoots to meet Thomas’.

Thomas is sprawled on the bed next to me, studying me intently.

He’s the most undressed that I’ve seen him but he’s still wearing a light green shirt and black pants. He’s loosened his blue tie, however, and his hair is mussed.

I love seeing his hair like that.

I can tell that he’s close to tipping into rut by the spots of pink on his high cheekbones, how fast he’s breathing, and how hard his dick is in his pants.

He's struggling to keep himself under control, however, despite how darkened his eyes are.

His gaze is so hungry that it’s like he’s devouring me.

I shiver, happily.

Thomas is giving off such dominant pheromones that they calm my fear.

Lincoln is already stripped down to only his pants on the other side of me. His muscles gleam in the light.

He’s playing with my hair.

“I’m here, sweet Omega.” Thomas sounds as commanding as he always has. It makes me shiver in a good way. “I know that you’re sinking into your heat because hell, I’m being dragged into rut. I have the most beautiful Omega who I’ve ever seen in my bed, after all. But I need you to hang on and make one final decision, before I bring you more pleasure than you’ve known.”

I whine, attempting to wriggle closer to him, needing his touch. But he tightens his hand on my neck in warning.

“I will not have you die.” Thomas’ voice is frosty. “You will not die. I won’t let you, when I…” He cuts off, turning his head away sharply. What was he going to say? He takes a deep breath, before turning back to face me. “Whatever you need, I’m going to offer you.”

My breath stutters. “You’d bond with me to save my life?”

“Fated,” Lincoln wraps his arms around my middle like he’s lost me already; his eyes gleam with tears, “I can’t live in a world without you in it. I’d do anything for you. Tom is my pack. He wants us both.”

I study Thomas.

Does he?

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