Page 103 of Talk About… History

The mixed emotions in the bond had us desperate to calm the rising tide of worry and disgust.

“I’m blocking the number that they’ve tried to call you on. In fact, we’re going to get you a new number very soon.”

“That’s go-” Her words cut off as Avery gasped in pain, curling in on herself. “I think you’re right, Arden. I think I’m going into heat.”

If she wasn’t before, the stress of the phone call was enough to fully kick it in. “I’m so fucking scared. I don’t want to black out.”

“I promise you, you’re not going to black out. I’ve done plenty of classes on this. That’s not something that happens naturally,” I reassured her. “Just like yesterday when your mind was a little foggy and you kind of got lost in the moment, that’s what it’s like. There will be moments of lucidity and moments of just pure pleasure, and that’s fine. We’re going to take care of you through it all.”

“I don’t want to nest,” she said, clutching me in a tight grip. Her eyes were wide and desperate, almost feral.

I didn’t protest, just rubbed soothing circles over her back while Ford smoothed back her hair.

“And you don’t have to,” Ford said. “We’re going to set up a comfortable spot in the den. It’ll be wide open, plenty of space—not a nest, just a place for us all to ride this out, okay?”

“Not a nest?” she repeated back, her voice still quivering in a way that broke my heart.

Fuck them for taking away something so instinctual to an omega.

They never deserved her, and I couldn’t wait to see Lance humble them. In fact, the first moment I had, I’d be forwarding that voicemail right to him. Yet another thing to add to her case.

“Come on, Avery, let’s go get something to eat,” I urged.

She nodded numbly and followed us downstairs. Ford fixed her a plate before sitting down and pulling her into his lap. He fed her bites and continued to whisper reassurance at her, trying to convince her everything would be fine.

I just wish she could believe us.

While she was distracted, I slipped away to send a message to Lance. He needed to know she’d be out of touch for a few days and I wanted to give him a warning about the voicemail.

His response was immediate.

Lance: Thank you. Sending this venom on to the other lawyers. Take care of her.

Arden: We already are. She’s safe with us.

Lance: Good.

With that, I tossed my phone aside, knowing there was nothing else I’d need. All I wanted was to be with my omega.

As I stepped into the room, I was hit with a strong scent of cranberries, fig, and warm spices. It was so strong that I could practically drink it out of the air. My cock hardened and I had to take a breath to steady myself.

Avery was no longer in pre-heat, she was in heat. She shoved the plate away and turned clumsily in Ford’s arms, devouring his mouth. Her eyes were unfocused, pure instinct driving her now.

Knowing what she needed, I didn’t hesitate to help her out of her sleep shorts. She was so wet that slick was dripping down her thighs.

The scent of her slick was so fucking sweet that I had to hold my breath so I didn’t go into a rut myself. My alpha wanted her again already, needed to feel her wet heat wrapped around our knot.

Ford shoved his own sweatpants down and she sank right onto him. My eyes were locked on her ass as she rode him, not even realizing that I’d shoved my own pants down until I was pumping my cock.

She glanced behind her as if she could sense it, her mouth opening in a silent demand. Fuck, she was perfect.

I moved around the table, not caring about boundaries as I half-stood on the bench seat and lined myself up with her waiting lips.

The feel of her mouth on me nearly broke me. I could feel her raw desire in our bond, mixing with my own. I’d never been so turned on, so focused on one person in my life. I knew heats affected alphas, but this was intense.

Avery was needy for us, whimpering as she swallowed me down. I tried to be gentle and not rut her throat, but I couldn’t hold back completely. I fucked my omega’s mouth in desperation, coming down her throat embarrassingly quickly.

The door slammed closed and the other two walked in just as I pulled away. Ford was still fucking her, making eye contact with Cohen as his fingers pressed into her sensitive clit, sending her into a screaming orgasm.

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