Page 110 of Knight Life In Vegas

“We do what every omega needs during a heat,” said Dylan. “We fuck her until it breaks.”

Fate knew what I wanted and it fucking delivered.

My omega: in heat, safe in her nest, and surrounded by a pack who would lay the world at her feet.

Chico and Beau looked like they were a half second off going into a rut and I didn’t want to be on the outskirts if that happened.

Charlotte’s scent was like lemon syrup in the air, so thick I could stick my tongue out and taste it. I’d much rather get it from the source. I nudged Chico away and opened her thighs like the pages of a book to swipe my tongue through her slick. Her hips followed me until I pinned her back down into her mountain of pillows and feasted. My girl was a dessert I would never get tired of eating. Every pitiful whimper and gorgeous whine I coaxed out of her branded itself into the core of my being. We were alpha and omega, fated, scent-matched, and meant to experience each other just like this for all of forever.

Who knew burying my face in her cunt would make me wax poetic?

She hadn’t said she loved me back, and I didn’t need her to. I was well aware I loved easier than most. I hauled out that word for friends and family earlier than plenty would expect, though I’d been a bit more restrained for partners. I didn’t want to hold back with Charlotte. I already knew she was my forever, so why wait? My girl had a shit ton of baggage so I wasn’t going to begrudge her taking a little longer with how much weight she had to drag behind her.

Her fingers locked in my hair. I chuckled against her tender skin. She was so much fun when she let go.

I purred, letting the vibrations ghost over my tongue and against her clit.

Eduardo wedged himself at her back, Beau and Chico on either side of her, each holding her thighs open for me. I liked this system. Everyone would get to touch our girl while we took turns trying to battering ram through her heat haze. I could be doing a better job of that. Licking her pussy wasn’t going to break the haze, but if I couldn’t indulge myself a little, what was the point?

I lifted my head, looking at Eduardo. “Are we going to starve during this heat?”

“We can use what I meal prepped. It’s all in the fridge.”

“Good. I don’t want to go far. Someone has to let Ava’s pack know Charlotte’s in heat so they can keep the boys.”

Realistically, we could take shifts watching the kids if we needed to, but this was her first heat with us. She hadn’t had one in years, so maybe it would be heronlyheat. If this was our one chance, I didn’t want to lose any time.

Eduardo hissed out a curse and I dragged my gaze back to him and away from Charlotte’s pussy. Her teeth were latched onto his wrist, her hands locked around it.

No fucking way.

Had his bite on her been a short enough time ago that it triggered a bond?

His growl was our only warning before he grabbed her hair to angle her throat so his teeth could sink into her again.

Goddamn.

“You guys were supposed to be watching her,” I hissed. “I can’t monitor when I have a face full of pussy.”

Beau and Chico both jolted, their breaths shifting, and I couldn’t help but assume that meant Eduardo had slid into the bond with them.

No fair! Maybe pussy-eating first was a mistake.

I couldn’t be the only one in the pack who wasn’t bonded to her, but I couldn’t just bite her without permission when I was clearly the only one who had half a brain cell working right now.

This was bullshit.

Since when wasIthe responsible one here?

With a curse, I pulled back, my pack rearranging our omega so Eduardo could fuck her into the pillow mountain.

Sighing, I dragged myself out of the nest and found a pair of pants to pull on. If I was going to be excluded, I might as well do something useful. I loaded up a laundry basket in our apartment with all the food Eduardo had prepared earlier todayand grabbed anything else that would be easy to eat, transferring it back to Charlotte’s and stuffing it into the fridge.

Listening to them ruin her and not being a part of it was a special kind of torture. I picked up her phone and carefully slid it between her and Eduardo so her face could unlock it, snatching it away before either of them could bite me. I scrolled through her messages and found one with Ava.

Charlotte:

It’s Dylan. Charlotte went into heat

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