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The alphas' scents have intensified, filling the room with a potent mixture that makes my omega instincts howl with longing. I look over Fox's shoulder to find Jonathan and Alexander watching us, their expressions a mixture of shock and raw desire.
"Alpha," I beg.
Chapter38
Rook
The scent hits me like a physical force the moment I walk through the open door—dark chocolate and honey. Arousal is so thick in the air I can almost taste it. My vision tunnels, instincts surging to the surface as I take in the scene before me. Storm and Fox, tangled together in the nest of blankets.
Jonathan stands frozen beside me, his strong black pepper scent mixes with the sweet chocolate and honey notes of our omegas and Alex’s vanilla sandalwood. The sweet and spicy combination has my head spinning.
Storm's eyes meet mine across the room, wild and desperate, pupils blown wide with need. Her skin glistens with sweat, her auburn curls are damp and clinging to her flushed face. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
"Rook," she whimpers, the word tearing from her throat.
That single word—that plea—shatters the last of my control. My cock hardens painfully against my jeans as Fox and Storm lie squirming in each other's arms.
"She needs a knot," Jonathan murmurs beside me, his voice rough with restraint. "They both do."
I take a step forward, drawn by Storm's scent, by her need, by everything in me that recognizes her as mine. The alpha in me roars to claim, to mark, to satisfy my omega writhing in her nest.
Fox slides away from Storm, his honey-chamomile scent rich with heat and lingering pleasure, but still tinged with the sharp edge of unsatisfied need. His hazel eyes meet mine, unfocused and desperate as he whimpers, clearly needing a knot. But it's his heat calling to an alpha. Not to me. I have no desire to touch Fox and respect his boundaries completely. I privately explained to him that I've never been attracted to men, and he understood and respected my orientation just as I respect his needs.
"I need you," Storm gasps, reaching for me with trembling hands. "Rook, please."
I move to her without conscious thought, my body responding to the desperate plea in her voice. Every nerve is alive, thrumming with the need to claim, to take, to fill her with my knot and watch her come undone in my arms.
I shrug off my tee and shuck my jeans and boxers, letting them fall to the floor. Fully naked, I approach the nest. I can feel, smell, and almost taste the heat coming off her in waves, the dark chocolate of her scent so thick in the air that it makes my head spin.
It's unlike anything I've ever experienced—this frenzied need to be inside her, to give her everything she's begging for. But then I pause at the edge of her nest—the nest she’s now sharing with another omega. My entire body is coiled, tense with the effort it takes to keep from pouncing on her, to keep some shred of control in a room thick with want. It's the hardest thing I've ever done.
Alexander and Jonathan are already tugging at their clothes, stripping with greater urgency than my hesitation allows. They're beside me, their alphas responding instinctively to the call of two omegas in heat. I remember Jonathan's rule.Do not enter her nest without permission.Not to touch an omega unless the omega explicitly asks.
Storm's eyes are wild, frantic as she reaches for me, her pupils blown with need.
"May I enter?" The words come out rough and barely recognizable through the guttural rasp of my voice.
She nods frantically, her fingers already burning my skin as I climb into the nest beside her. I can feel the heat radiating off her skin, her scent enveloping me completely. My control slips with each heartbeat, with each breath that fills my lungs with her intoxicating essence.
"Need you," she whimpers against my throat, and I can feel the soft tremble of her lips as she forms the words. "Need your knot. Please, Rook."
Her words unleash something primal in me. I capture her mouth with mine, swallowing her desperate sounds as I taste the lingering sweetness of Fox on her tongue.
My hands roam over Storm's slick body, traveling across every inch of skin, every spot so sensitive that it makes her gasp aloud. She's so wet, so impossibly ready, her response so immediate that it's clear Fox has primed her but hasn't satisfied what only an alpha can.
My fingers slide over her clit, and she arches up, her hands clutching at my arms as if trying to hold herself together until I can give her everything. Her entire body aching, and desperate, and it only makes me want her more.
Jonathan and Alex move toward Fox, and I'm dimly aware of the other omega getting the same attention as Storm. The sounds of their pleasure rising and blending with hers. Our moans mingle. The rhythm of their bodies echoes across the nest, but my focus sharpens on Storm, on her soft cries, on the way she moves under me, on the way she's panting and writhing and begging.
My own control is slipping, the need to push into her, to fill her, to knot her.
"Look at me," I command, as I position myself between her thighs, needing to see her eyes when I claim her.
Storm's gaze locks with mine, gray eyes, fierce and vulnerable all at once. That look from her breaks the last of my restraint, and I push into her slowly, feeling the delicious way her body stretches to accommodate me. Her scent, her heat, every part of her calls to the deepest part of me, and I can see the way relief and pleasure wash over her features as that call is finally answered.
"Alpha," she breathes, her words heavy and electric as they hang in the air. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, urging me deeper, urging me to give her everything she craves.
"I've got you," I promise, rolling my hips to fill her completely. "I'll take care of you."
