Page 16 of Vegas Baby!

This was exactly what I needed.

When Bryce dipped his fingers between my thighs, I tumbled over the edge, flinging over a second rise when Jesse bit down on my shoulder, his hips stuttering as he bucked in hard, hisknot swelling to trap us together. I turned, biting the first thing I could get into my mouth: his bicep.

Bliss erupted through me. Bryce pulled me back and devoured my mouth, sandwiching me between him and Jesse. My fingers locked around Bryce’s cock as he rocked his hips, thrusting himself through my grip. The burn from before faded into an insistent throb, my entire body steeped in pleasure.

My alphas were a growly cacophony surrounding me. The moment Jesse’s knot deflated enough to remove himself, I was pressed back against his chest, the two of us leaning to let Bryce have his turn. He moved like a demon, lifting my hips and riding me so hard every breath was punctuated by a desperate sound.

While I tried to stay above water, the two of them worked my body into a frenzy. Even when the heat began to slip away and reality returned, I didn’t want them to stop. I kept an arm locked around each of them, drunk on their scents and too many orgasms to count.

I was deep into a kiss with Bryce when reality hit him, his body tensing as he pulled away, his eyes impossibly wide.

“Ava, fuck, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I should’ve been stronger.”

“Bryce,” I said softly, drawing him back in. “It’s okay. You helped me when I needed you. How could I be mad?”

He let out a relieved breath, resting his forehead against mine. “I promise I’m usually a dinner and date kind of guy before this happens.”

Jesse was silent at my back, and I angled my head to look at him. “I’m not mad at you either, in case you were worried.”

“I’ve never gone into a rut that easily before. I think the scent match made us all more susceptible.” His brows pinched together and he held me tighter. “I think that was a heat flush. They’re not very common since most omegas tend to be bonded by the time they get pregnant. It’s a bit of an evolutionarymeasure to make sure you’re taken care of. They trigger with a scent match if you’re not already bonded.”

“Oh.” I heard the words, but they took a few moments to sink in. “Wait,bonded?”

Even as I said it, I could feel the truth of it, both of their presences warming me from the inside out.

Bryce paled. “My dad might murder me.”

A growl tore from my throat. “He won’t touch you.”

“Someone’s protective.” Jesse nuzzled my cheek, his heartbeat still pounding against my back. “Luke might do the same to me when he finds out.”

“ButI’mthe one who went into a weird heat thing. If he wants to be an asshole, he can do it to my face.”

“He won’t. He’ll be pissed at me, not you.”

“Um,” said Bryce. “What do we do now?”

My father was going to kick my ass into next week no matter what Ava had to say about the situation. I’d fucked up so hard, falling into a rut and bonding Ava. She’d bitten me first…I thought, anyway. But I still bit back. She was pregnant and heartbroken and I’d fallen under the tsunami of alpha instincts I’d never had to battle before being around her.

I didn’t know anything about the sweet, beautiful mate fate had dropped into my lap, but I wanted to know everything.

“Fuck if I know what we’re going to do,” Jesse said with a sigh. “We live in three different cities and are both going to develop bonding sickness if either of us have to leave Ava early in the bond. I don’t know how to navigate that.”

“I’m supposed to go back to New York Sunday night.”

Ava cupped my cheeks, her hazel eyes bright and clear, so different from the moment we’d met. “I can feel you freaking out.”

Oh, shit. She was going to feel every single anxiety spike. The thought of stressing her out only stressedmeout more.

Ava dragged me closer, wedging my face against her throat where her perfume was sweetest, her purr rumbling softly. Between the two, and her gentle touch, my anxiety melted away in record time. I let her cradle me there, my lungs filling with praline, muscles relaxing with each breath.

“You’re really, really sure you’re not mad?” I asked.

“Freaked out? Yes. Mad? No.”

An undercurrent of stress wove through the bond from her, but the longer she was held between Jesse and me, the more it calmed.

I barely knew a thing about the other alpha now bonded to my mate. He seemed like a decent guy from what I had observed, and not as combative as Luke, nor as relaxed as Micah. Jesse struck a happy medium between his other packmates.Mypackmates now too? I guess with bonds in place above a simple scent match, they and Ava would have to decide whether they would be part of this new unit.

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