Page 57 of Rut Bar

“That was so good, baby,” Anthony praises her as he clicks the remote and the toy’s buzzing stops. She sags against her chair and he follows her so he can stroke her. He runs his hands over her hair and face and breasts and then lightly over her thighs and finally her pussy. She jerks away from his touch, probably too sensitive, and her purr stutters.

Anthony slaps her right on her mound and grins when she gasps and jerks against him. “Hold still, baby. Let me take care of you. That’s my good girl. Relax. I know what you need.” He dips a finger and thumb inside her pussy and takes out the purple toy. It disappears into his pocket.

The beta leaves her limp and pleased and purring as he kneels by the equally collapsed Jamie and presses a kiss to the alpha’s mouth. Fingers run over the alpha’s messy stomach. Anthony stands and holds those cum-drenched fingers up to her mouth.

“Open, baby.” He shoves his fingers and Jamie’s cum past her red lips and whispers praise when she sucks his fingers clean. Twice more he repeats this until Jamie’s stomach is as clean as it will get without soap and water and her contented omega purr rumbles to a stop.

“Whose house are we going to have your heat in, baby? Yours? Jamie’s? My place is too small. It’s coming soon. Probably tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” Jamie agrees.

Silently, I agree with him. She’s right on the cusp. And she probably wouldn’t have let us do anything like we just did if she wasn’t so close to her heat already. The closer she gets, the less she’ll care about anything but being knotted.

Although, with her Domme tendencies, I’m not sure what her heat will be like. I wouldn’t mind letting the little goddess ride my knot rather than feeding it into her doggy style. As long as it’s in her sweet orange-scented pussy, I don’t care about positions.

The prospect of her heat fills me with excitement until reality comes crashing down and I realize there’s no way that I can join them. I’m auditing her, for God’s sake. If the IRS finds out I’ve had a lapse in judgment and fucked her, my whole case will get thrown out and she’ll have to go through the process again, but with someone else. Someone who isn’t me. Someone who doesn’t understand why she’s doing what she’s doing. And I can’t let that happen.

The world needs more places like Rut in it. And that’s exactly why I can’t join them for her heat. It doesn’t matter how much I want it. How much my instincts say Ineedto knot and breed her and lap up her pheromones.

Being an alpha means doing the hard things, and sometimes that means knowing you don’t get what you want. And I want her. I’ve tried to fight it, fight this intense attraction, but I can’t.

But this isn’t the time. Not yet. It won’t kill me to wait out this one heat. Not when the benefit of waiting outweighs the risk of getting my dick covered in her slick.

“My place is too small,” she says while she puts her feet on the floor and tugs her skirt down her thighs.

“No big fancy condo or house down in the valley?” Anthony asks.

“No. I’m hardly ever there except to shower and change and sleep, so what’s the point? All my money goes back into Rut.”

That’s true. She barely pays herself the wage she should be compared to what Rut’s earning. I have to talk to her about that because under paying herself won’t help her businesses in the long run. Looks too suspicious. The last thing she needs is to put her S Corp status in jeopardy.

“My place,” Jamie says. “If you don’t mind leaving your nest.” He sits up and tugs his hoodie down, but he seems content to stay at her feet as long as he can nuzzle his cheek against her knee. She reaches down and runs her fingers through his hair, and I’m struck with the urge to have her scratch her nails over my scalp too.

“It’s not much of a nest,” she says. “Like I said, I’m rarely there.”

“We’ll handle it,” Anthony promises. “You don’t have to worry about anything but showing up.” He drops a kiss into her hair, then fixes his clothes and buckles his belt. Jamie and I both put ourselves right as well.

I open my mouth to tell them I’ll have to abstain when there’s a disturbance somewhere outside. There’s loud shouting. Angry. Male. Alphas.

Something’s wrong in the bar.

ChapterSixteen

BRENDAN

My hackles rise,and I’m struck with the urge to either pick her up and run her somewhere safe or go down there and beat a man half to death. My head spins and I realize I’m standing up on instinct.

Oh, fuck. They weren’t kidding. The mood swings an alpha gets when they’re around a scent match omega near their heat is insane.

The sound of glass shattering makes me growl, and even Jamie seems on edge.

“What the fuck?” Veronica curses as she pops out of her chair and runs to the bank of floor-to-ceiling windows.

“Shit,” Anthony says, following her. “Is that the alpha from yesterday fighting Dan?”

“Fuck!” she yells. “I forgot to print his picture and post it. Dan’s training a new guy on the door.”

There’s another crash and then the sound of wooden furniture splintering. Omegas scream and a few alphas roar.

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