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My stomach cramps in anger, and I turn onto my side, pulling my knees up to my chest. Yanking the blanket that smells like Domh up to my nose like a support system, I struggle to string two words together.

“I'm masturbating, Evan. Think I can get some privacy?” I ask, eyes closing in pain.

There goes my filter. I’ll be begging for knots before I know it. Damnit.

The sound of a head thumping on the door is muffled by the cloud of pain I’m in as my ears begin to faintly ring.

“Is she okay?” a hushed voice asks as I twist in the bed to get more comfortable.

I want an ice bucket dropped on my body. I’m beginning to sweat from the amount of heat that I’m emitting, and it’s joining the puddle of slick pooled underneath me.

“No,” Evan grunts, cursing as I begin to sob.

It hurts so much.I don’t know what’s changed, but I can’t get ahead of things now. Maybe it’s because my concentration is shot.

“Go away!” I scream, writhing as fire licks up my spine. That’s how it feels as my heat gets more intense.

Yet, it’s still not as bad as my first heat, nor the one I rode out with the guys. The pills are definitely doing their job, even though the pain is high.

“Aisling, you didn’t sound this bad before I knocked,” Evan says. “Was it helping to play with your pretty, pink pussy?”

His words make me perfume, and I moan. It should be illegal to speak to an omega like that during her heat.

“Yes… yes,” I moan, flopping onto my back.

“What were you doing it with?” Evan asks. “I heard a motor.”

Flushing with embarrassment, I glance at the toy, wincing as the pain gets worse. I need to do something, or I’m going to pass out at some point and scare the shit out of them all.

I don’t want anyone in my nest without permission, and that’s what makes me try to focus on Evan’s words.

“I got some new toys,” I force out. “It has a knot on the bottom, but I didn’t get that far before you knocked.”

“So pick it up and use it,” Evan says, as if that’s the only natural option.

I would if it didn’t feel so odd to do it with him on the other side of the door. I also am not in the right frame of mind anymore, and my body is spasming in pain.

“I can’t,” I grunt, gritting my teeth.

Sticking a pillow in between my legs to attempt to get comfortable, only to find myself rubbing against the material. The feeling of the cool fabric along with the friction feels incredible against my overly warm pussy.

Ugh, this is what I’m being reduced to. I’m scent marking everything in my nest inadvertently, and it all smells like sugar, my matches, and my pack.

Only they’re not mine, are they?Tears well up as I bite down on my lip, keeping in the sounds as the waterworks begin. If no one hears me, does it really count?

“Aisling!” Evan roars. “Come on, baby. I didn’t mean to fuck up your headspace. Can I help? Please?”

“No,” I tell him, my voice thick with tears.

“Fuck,” he says. “You’re hurting, and I want to fix it. I fucked up this time. Would it help if I could promise I’d be the only one in your nest? The guys will stay out.”

“You’re not their keeper,” I whimper, rocking my hips to gain more friction against the pillow. This feels good, and it’s not as awkward for some reason.

“Aye, he’s not, but we’re bound to his promise just the same,” Domh drawls, making me squeak in surprise. “Sugar, if he can help you, let him. Evan won’t try to influence you in any way.”

Another wave of pain rocks my body, and I can't help it, I scream out to help release the intensity.

“Aisling,” Evan growls. “Tell me to come in. You don’t even have to unlock the door, I promise to fix it later after I break it down.”

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