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“I’m okay now,” she says softly, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. That one small gesture of comfort instantly calms my alpha, reassuring him that she is in fact here in my arms, safe for the minute. Corey clears his throat as the kiss deepens, the scent of coffee and pumpkin spicecombining around us. Saylor breaks our kiss, twisting to Corey and placing a soft peck on his lips too. He flushes, his own scent mixing with ours and making the apartment smell incredible, like fall, and thanksgiving. Delicious.

My cock hardens as I watch them, wishing we could take this further, really enjoy the moment. But we need to make sure Saylor is safe first. And she isn’t safe here. If Luke knows she’s in Linnara, he most likely knows her address too.

“Will you come with us, Pumpkin? Just until they find Luke? We’d feel better if you weren’t here alone, especially if you’re going into heat, you’ll be even more vulnerable in that state.”

“We have an empty nest at home, one that’s never been used. We built it in case we ever found an omega to join our pack. You can lock yourself away in there and we can stand guard. It’s yours,” Corey offers.

“I…” Saylor stutters, eyes wide with disbelief. “I will come with you, I don’t want him to find me the same way you did, I—I can’t live through that again.” Pain radiates up my neck and into my temple as I clench my jaw so hard I think I might crack a tooth. “I have one thingto ask you first.”

“Anything,” Corey and I say in unison, a wave of amusement hitting me through the bond. The smile that lights up Saylor’s face makes my heart swell in my chest.

“Don’t stand guard. I’d like both of you to join me.”

Chapter Eleven

Throwing my bag in the trunk, I grimace as another cramp hits me. They’re coming on faster than ever before.

Noah and Corey.

Climbing into the car, I inhale deeply, their scents stronglycoating the space.

Yeah. I’m almost positive they’re to blame. Both their scents—rich latte and roasted marshmallows—have my omega on her knees.

The way their jaws hit the floor when I asked them to join me in their empty nest was almost comical. I know what their concerns are. It’ssuper earlyin our fledgling relationship, and my psycho stalker is on the loose, evading the police and probably trying to find me. But my omega wants them with me.

The trunk slams shut, and Noah circles the car, climbing into the front driver’s seat as Corey joins me in the back. Carefully, he grabs the seatbelt and buckles me in, before doing his own and wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I could have buckled it myself, and it’s such a small gesture, but it makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. It’s nice to have alphas wanting to care for me, and not just take what they can.

His proximity has my skin prickling and an ache slowly building between my thighs. I want both alphas equally. Noah is clearly the pack leader, strong and in charge, aggressively possessive and concerned for the safety of others. Corey is the caregiver, gentle though firm, the calming presence.

The perfect combination.

Noah pulls away from the curb as Corey drops his other hand to my bare knee, tracing slow circles on my inner thigh. My breath hitches, his touch scorching against the sensitive skin. This robe is the only thing I can tolerate against my flesh, and just barely. Soon enough, it’ll be too much.

“I’ve placed an order at Cho’s,” Corey says. “Let’s swing by to pick it up, then do a few laps around town before heading home. Just in case.”

“Roger,” Noah says.

Corey pulls me tighter against him, the circle inching higher up my thighs as he plants a kiss on my forehead.

“Now, Pumpkin, we’ll get you home, and get you fed and then you can check out your nest. Based on how strong your scent is, I don’t think it’ll be long before your heat kicks in full force,” he says.

“You need to be comfortable every step of the way, Saylor,” Noah chimes in from behind the wheel, indicating as he takes a left into the town centre. “And that means knowing what you like, what you don’t, and what your limits are.”

“We don’t have the time to discover those things naturally. So as awkward as this conversation is, we need to have it,” Corey finishes.

A little snort escapes me at the serious tone they’ve taken on.

“This isn’t my first rodeo, guys. I’m an omega. Heats come with the designation.” Corey’s fingers dip under the hem of my robe and tension coils in my core, causing slick to pool in my panties and my stomach to cramp.

Noah lets out a strangled groan from the front as Corey nips my ear, and I try really hard to focus, ignore the pain, and stop the whine that’s creeping its way up my throat. If he keeps touching me like this, we might not even make it.

“Like I said, I’m open to most things. No part of my body is off limits, every hole’s a goal. When I’m in heat, my omega is in charge, and I like to obey. Take control, and when the brat comes out, make me submit. Don’t be afraid to be rough. Choke me, spank me, fill me. I packed my toys.” I pause for a moment, inhaling deeply as both alpha’s scents increase, the car becoming a hothouse full of our combined scent. Sweat beads on my brow as their arousal hits me, my own increasing in intensity, causing me to wiggle against the seat, seeking some friction. “My only limit is being tied up. Hard no. Restrain me with your hands, but nothing else.”

“Noted. We won’t tie you up, I swear it,” Corey purrs, and I melt into a puddle of goo.

What are these alphas doing to me?

“If you want to stave off my heat long enough for me to eat, you’ll need to move your hand back to my knee,” I grumble softly, whining when he barks a laugh and does what I ask. In truth, I want his fingers to drift higher, trace along my core, and plunge inside of me.

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