Page 194 of Lonely Alpha

“No way.” Mercury shook his head. “Why would she want me? All I’ve done is be rude to her about Ambrose.”

“Kiara,” I said, infusing my tone with the kind of command she was incapable of refusing. “Tell Mercury what you told me a few days ago.”

She whined, grinding down on Ambrose’s knot as he slowly rutted into her. His face was buried against her, grunts and groans coming from him, but she was staring with hooded eyes at Mercury.

“I want all of you for my heat. Even you. All of you, and you’re not going to fetch me my things from my old nest. You’re going to make me a new nest.”

Ambrose’s hand worked its way between them, finding her clit easily. She shuddered and cried out, her nails digging into my hand and her body falling back against me. I held her up, fondling her breasts.

“I want another knot,” she begged.

Dash groaned, his lips coming down on my shoulder. “Where would you put another knot, little omega?”

“My ass.”

She wasn’t shy—not now. Kiara didn’t seem to have a care in the world for the intensity of what she was asking for, or our one-woman audience in the front seat.

“You think you’d like that?” he asked.

“I loved when Leighton played with it.”

She gasped, claws digging into Ambrose’s shoulder. He didn’t seem to mind, moaning from the pleasure. They were drawing closer to another peak, this one lazier than their first frantic one would have been.

“I can play with it again, dove,” I murmured. “Get you all nice and stretched out to take Dash’s knot in your ass. Mercury can knot your pussy at the same time.”

My omega was past the point of speaking, but her moan and a heightened flash of arousal through the bond told me she liked it.

“Maybe you can suck Ambrose’s cock while you’re at it.”

Dash’s voice was a low purr at my ear when he spoke. “And what will you be doing, while we fuck your omega?”

I grinned, turning my head so we were face to face. His eyes flashed with heat, spring rain and peaches spiking—though Kiara’s coconut chocolate was always stronger. He cast a glance down at my lips.

“Watching. To make sure you all do it right.”

I swallowed down his husky groan, tasting him more thoroughly than I had down in the basement. Kiara’s scream shook the van—or maybe that was a pothole. Either way, she came hard, body bowing as Ambrose growled and filled her once again with his release.

I lazily kissed Dash until Ambrose slid his cock out of her, then left the bratty alpha with a glazed expression, wanting me. Gathering Kiara into my arms, I held her to my chest.

“I want another knot,” she whimpered.

“Does it hurt anywhere, dove?”

She shrugged, wincing. “Not because of the heat.”

“In that case, we’re going to wait. I want you showered so that head wound doesn’t get infected. What did he do to you?”

“Hit me in the head with his gun,” Kiara said, biting her lip.

Maybe I should have killed him. It may have made her more comfortable, knowing that asshole was no longer on the same planet as her. When she was out of heat, I could ask.

There was always the option to take back my kindness. Liberty was a whizz at cleaning up anything. I was sure that extended to bodies.

“I was glad he did, because everything hurt so bad.”

Kiara’s quiet admittance had me bundling her closer, cursing the morning traffic that was making the trek across town longer than it needed to be. We rocked back and forth until the van came to a stop, then I got her dressed again. She was dishevelled and bloody, and her scent would draw attention if we happened to run into anyone, but clothed was good.

The guys tossed their weapons down in the van, looking somewhat presentable for polite company.

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