Page 126 of Lonely Alpha

“Alphas are feral beasts. If you think you’re going to enjoy your heat, think again. They’ll tear you to pieces, little sis, because omegas are only warm holes to them.”

He was wrong. A fucking liar. I’d known it then, and I was doubly certain now that I’d met these alphas.

It didn’t stop the doubts from swirling.

Ambrose squeezed my tits, drawing me from the panic. I shouldn’t be panicking. A knot wasn’t going to happen right now. He was putting me in the shower, for fuck’s sake. That was all.

“Princess, don’t get lost in your head while you’re with me,” he said quietly. “Focus on me, and tell me to stop if you’re uncomfortable.”

His grip loosened and I panicked again, shaking my head. “No. Keep going.”

He plucked at my nipples through the thin fabric of my bra, brushing his lips across the top of my head. “Alright. Let’s get you in the shower.”

He made it sound like it was a simple task, but that wasn’t how he treated it. He took his time with me, fondling and caressing and making slick pool between my legs. By the time my bra was on the counter, my breasts freed, I was aching for an orgasm.

One I wasn’t going to get.

Though he hadn’t said it aloud, I knew there were no plans for anything sexual. He was going to undress me as sensually as possible, put me in the shower, and then put me to bed. I might be able to beg Leighton to make me come, but something about that felt wrong.

I wanted to listen to him.

If he said no coming tonight, it didn’t feel right to go behind his back.

My panties were removed with an equal amount of care. He stroked his fingers along my pussy, but didn’t give me enough stimulation to really matter. When they hit the floor he was on his knees on the tile, inhaling deeply to get a hit of my scent.

“Can you shower by yourself?” he asked.

He was the one on his knees, and yet I was the one who trembled. I was the one who was controlled.

“Yes,” I said.

Ambrose stood, his palms grazing my bare flesh one more time. He pressed a kiss to my cheek and smiled. More of a smirk, really, because he knew he was in control. He’d made me beg for his touch and hadn’t given me anywhere near enough.

“I’ll see you in the morning then, princess.”

I was still catching my breath when he vanished from the bathroom, closing the door softly behind him.

I showered in a daze, washing off the day with scent free soap. He was in the kitchen with his pack when I left the office and scurried to the primary bedroom, wearing nothing but a towel. I didn’t stop to check in, or say hello. It was comfort enough that they were all here, and now I would be able to sleep.

Without putting on a stitch of clothing, I crawled into bed beside Leighton. She hadn’t bothered with clothes either and was already halfway asleep.

Ambrose had taken his time with me.

“Goodnight, dove,” she murmured, curling around me the way we’d taken to doing.

“Goodnight,” I whispered.

For a while, I stared at the far wall, calming my pounding heart. And then, I whispered into the dark silence. “I want them with me during my heat. Them and you.”

I didn’t think she was awake. I thought my admission would be lost to the god of sleep, and no one would ever know.

But her mouth brushed against my skin and she chuckled. “Don’t worry. I know.”

She pulled me closer and I let the warmth of her body lull me, finally, to sleep.

THIRTY-NINE

LEIGHTON

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