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She wasn’t as unsteady on her feet as I expected. Though, she clung to me as we stopped in the bathroom for her to brush her teeth, though she kicked me out to use the toilet. Once she was done, I led her slowly to the kitchen. She didn’t stop to grab clothes or protest being naked. There was no hiding now like she would have before.
Dani let out a squeak as I picked her up by her hips and set her on the counter. Her eyes tracked my every move as I poured her a glass of her favorite strawberry watermelon drink and heated up her alfredo again.
The moment I pressed the straw to her lips she drank it down, not stopping until it was empty. She let out a happy little sigh of relief.
“I needed that,” she admitted. “I never realized how much a heat takes out of me.
“How did you handle them before?” I was almost afraid to hear her answer. The idea of her riding it out alone and in pain was enough to break my heart.
“Suppressents sometimes. I didn’t like the idea of heat partners,” she admitted. “My self-esteem in that regard was too fragile to risk it. I’d be hurt and I didn’t want to do that to myself. Heat clinics were also out. They weren’t my style. Too cold and clinical.”
“Well, you never have to do either of those things again. You have us now and we aren’t going anywhere,” I promised, leaning in to brush a kiss over her lips.
She caught her lip between her teeth when I pulled back, a flush creeping up her chest and cheeks.
“What’s wrong?”
“You guys aren’t ready to run? I haven’t been too needy?” she asked. Her voice was quiet now, subdued.
I didn’t answer until she looked back up at me. My eyes narrowed slightly. “No, of course, we aren’t. You aren’t too needy, you're in heat. We are not only honored you chose us to help you through it, we’re loving it. Soaking in every fucking second.”
That appeased her, a grin spreading across her face. “Good. Just checking.”
“You’re doing so good for us,” I said as I refilled her drink. I set it beside us and twisted her noodles around her fork, holding out a bite.
She opened easily, chewing and groaning at the taste. “Who made this?”
“Your friend sent us some meals. This one was marked as your favorite,” I explained with a grin. “There might be some merit to this ‘small town’ thing.”
“Holt made this for sure,” she said as she took another bite. The scent of garlic and herbs filled the air. I was just relieved to see her back to herself and eating.
When the bowl was empty, she patted her stomach and groaned. “That was so good. Remind me to send them flowers or something after this is over.”
“Is our omega back?” Jackson asked as he walked in.
Her smile lit up again at the sight of her other alpha. She held her arms open and he quickly put himself between her legs, pulling her close and hugging her. He only had on a pair of boxers, not one of us bothered much with clothes over the last few days.
“Cy was being a good alpha and feeding me,” she said. “I was feeling a bit better but I can feel it coming back. I’m hot and…” Her word cut off as she shifted.
“That’s not surprising, we’re only a few days in,” he said, kissing her again. He moved to her chest, his tongue ghosting over the marks we’d given her. The omega’s entire body shuddered, goosebumps dotting her pale skin.
Then her scent was swelling in the air, that sweet edge to it telling us she was definitely not out of the woods yet.
“Please,” she begged. Her eyes were glassy again as she gave back into the heat.
“Come here, omega, I’ll take care of you,” I promised, helping her off the counter and turning her. I gently put a hand between her shoulders, pushing gently so she was bent over it, her cheeks resting on the cool countertop. She let out a relieved breath at the feel of it.
I dropped my boxers and kicked them aside while I shifted her legs apart.
“Your alphas are going to make you feel so good,” I promised as I lined myself up and slammed forward. Her fingers foughtto grip the countertop, finally wrapping around the edge as she lifted to her tiptoes, deepening the angle.
Jackson watched, completely enraptured by her. She was letting out soft little gasps with each slam of my hips, her scent so strong now I drank it in with each breath.
“You’re so gorgeous, Dani,” Jackson said, voice husky now. His hand wrapped around his cock and the move didn’t go unnoticed. Dani was watching him now, her moans growing louder.
My own balls felt like they might burst if I didn’t come soon. I snaked a hand around her hip, giving it a squeeze before continuing until my fingers found her wet pussy. I barely brushed my fingers over her when she lost control, shattering with a sob and flooding slick around me.
As much as I wanted to knot her, I held back, knowing Jackson needed her, too. She protested, but it was hard to be mad while shaking with the aftershocks of an intense orgasm.
