Page 122 of Mask and the Magnolia

Kind of like that underlying urge to make our pack whole; we just know this is how it’s supposed to be, and we’re determined to make them happy because of it.

”You are such a good boy, Calix,” Magnolia says as she helps him undress. She leans into him, gently pushing his body down onto the mountain of pillows then starts to kiss her way down his body. “Such a good fucking boy for your alphas and omegas.”

Calix hisses between his teeth as Maggie drags her tongue up the sensitive underside of his length, his cock hard and leaking precum over the swollen head. With a whine, she takes him into her mouth, settling between his thighs, widening her own as she presents herself to me, slick and Korvin’s cum still dripping from her pussy as both omegas start squirming, their heat already picking back up where it left off.

I watch Isaak bend at the waist and kiss Calix, thanking him for the water before he winces in pain and our beta proves once again, he knows what he’s supposed to do during our pack’s greatest hour of need.

Calix reaches for Isaak, encouraging him to move closer and once he’s in rage, he looks up, watching our omega’s face as he takes his cock between his lips and starts to suck.

And it’s that one simple act, a simple demonstration of the unconditional love that is pulsing through our pack, that sends Korvin into a haze that almost drags me down with him as we both mount our omegas from behind.

Almost.

I like watching too much to let his beautiful alpha hormones blur my vision. I am the one with a clear head, after all, and I intend to enjoy it.

TWENTY-ONE

WHEN THE BOUGH BREAKS

MAGNOLIA

Imindlessly run my fingers over the mark on my shoulder, Des’s mark, and feel a smile slowly spread across my face.

They bit me again during my heat. At different times and without planning, all four of my men bit their mate marks on my body during my first heat with them, and I’ve been a stupid dreamy mess ever since.

Well, it was technicallyourheat.

From previous conversations, I knew Isaak and I weren’t on the same schedule. We were opposite months, and our expected start times were different despite how they varied. It came up not too long ago actually, when we kind of joked about how busy our men were going to be if we couldn’t ever sync up.

I had no idea that my heat would trigger his. None.

It’s probably ignorant on my part. I’m sure I learned it during sex ed, and it’s crazy to think I never read about it while I was going to medical school. Not that omega’s cycles have a whole lot to do with forensic psychology, but still. My entire life has been spent around some form of medical learning facility, and I didn’t know my heat would trigger my omega’s until it fucking happened.

I thought for sure once Isaak went down we were both going to die right there in his nest.

I shouldn’t have underestimated him, though.

When he left to get help, I didn’t know what the hell he was doing and I was in way too much pain to ask, but unless he planned on pulling a miracle out of his slick covered ass, I figured we were toast.

Never again will I doubt Dr. Isaak Lowe, not after he managed to make a miracle happen three times over while he was trying to take care of me and fighting off his own surprise heat. He had our alphas and beta brought to us before it was too late, and I might have fallen a little harder for my nerdy, sexy omega because of it.

“There’s that look again,” Evie says as she drags a ladder through the patio doors of her new apartment. “If I ever disassociate to the point of drooling once I’m mated, please book me a room up on Ward C.”

“Why there?” I giggle as I help her set it up. “Wouldn’t you rather get locked up in one of the cushy suites down on A?”

Eve shakes her head and starts climbing. “Nope. If I look like you when I’m mated, I’ve probably murdered at least two people already and with the confidence packing up brings, I’ll convince myself I’m untouchable. C is the only way to make sure my reign of terror comes to an end.”

I crack up at her dramatics but I can’t help the way my heart pinches over her words.

She’s been actively trying to find her mate for such a long time, I think after seeing me literally fall into my pack within the first few months of working at the asylum, she’s getting more discouraged.

Eve is happy for me, don’t get me wrong. I know she is, she loves me too much not to be, but there’s a little sadness therewhen it comes up, and I wish I knew how to help make that go away.

“How’s that?”

Taking a few steps back, I tilt my head and look at the painting of Lady Godiva she did years ago, making sure it’s level and even over the brand new sectional.

“A little to the left. Hey, where did you find this? I thought it got ruined when we were in high school?”

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