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When his cock pops free, I grab it and stroke it a few times. I press my other hand on his stomach to stop him from moving.

Dash lets out a small whimper when I let go of his hard length. His eyes are hungry and needy as I run my tongue along the head of his cock. Fuck, the taste of him is like a drug to me.

Dash moans loudly, and I pull away. Fuck. I didn’t think this through.

“Shhh...her room is just across the hall.” I should have thought about how loud Dash is and how she probably doesn’t want to hear us. I know she said love is love, and I made it clear he’s with me. That Dash is mine. But I doubt she wants to hear a live sex show on her first night here.

The guys know to put headphones in or they get the Jax and Dash show most nights. They never complain, but I don’t want to scare Harley as I pound my cock deep in Dash’s ass.

“She will want to hear how good you give it to me, need to know at least one of you is good at this. Maybe she will want to come in and join us. You could be her first knot.” He chuckles, and I roll my eyes at him. I don’t think she wants that. Right now, she seems scared of the nest and knots.

“She’s a virgin, Dash. One look at my cock, and she’s gonna run scared.” Not at the size but at the hardware it’s rocking. I love tattoos, but piercings are my first love. My tongue is pierced and my cock too—Jacob’s Ladder and a Prince Albert.

“Think the first cock she sees will be yours, Dash. You have such a pretty cock.” I watch his cheeks pinken before I wrap my lips around the tip, groaning as I suck him down deep. His hands grip my head. Though I keep my hair fairly short, it doesn’t stop him from grabbing on to whatever he can to try fuck my face.

He has no patience tonight. Most nights are the same, but he’s usually a little more restrained. I love it; Harley’s scent must be affecting him too.

I watch him come undone as I work him. He moves and writhes beneath me as I pull back and replace my mouth with my hand. He curses me as I slowly stroke his length, teasing him and not giving him what he wants, staving off the orgasm that was so close.

“Fuck me. Please,” he whimpers. “I want your knot.”

I pause for a moment. Betas aren’t designed to take knots. It’s something Dash and I have spoken about in the past. But we’ve never done it. I might like to be an alpha in the bedroom, but I enjoy giving pleasure...not pain. He’s never asked me for it before. And now I’m worried he wants this because he feels like he’s being replaced now that Harley is here.

“I’m not knotting you,” I growl down at him. His face falls a little as he nods.

Fuck, tonight’s been a mess. I sit up and run my hand over my face. I knew having Harley here would change things, but I expected that to be because she’s a female and our omega and her presence would alter the pack forever. Not that she would change the dynamic between me and Dash.

“It’s not that I don’t want to knot your sexy little ass, but I won’t do it because you feel like you have to now that Harley is here. Nothing will change between us...she knows you’re mine. The idea of us together turned her on. But knotting you...” I shake my head.

Yeah, in the past, I’d wished I could have knotted him. It takes everything in me to hold back each time. But I never would. He’s not built for my knot, and even though we could have tried, I didn’t want to cause him any pain or make him feel less than if it didn’t work out.

“Okay,” Dash whispers. “I’m sorry. You’re right. As much as I wish I could take your knot, I don’t think I can.” He runs his fingertips over my swollen knot. It sends shivers up my spine, and I moan.

“Grab the lube and get on your hands and knees. I’m gonna teach you how to be my good little beta.”

He flips over and grabs the lube before wiggling his ass at me. I slap it.

He’s such a tease.

CHAPTER 14

HARLEY

This room smells like Dash and Jax. More Dash, though. He told me that this was his room, but he barely stayed here. That there are only five bedrooms, and I need a nest more than he needs somewhere to store his stuff.

So, he gave me his room for my nest. I was about to protest and tell him that it's okay—I don't need a nest—but I knew that’s a lie. And if Veronica stays true to her word, we will need a nest to help prove to her that this pack can treat me right.

Gage apparently painted one of the walls for me, and it’s perfect. I’m beneath our tree at the Omega House. Only, I’m still missing my beta.

There are so many blankets in here, and I have all their tee shirts. I brought them all to my nose and inhaled them one by one as I lay here in this dark room. It was warm from the little heater in the corner, but now...I’m cold. After all the touch I received, I now feel sad to not have anyone in here with me.

Just one night. Just tonight to get used to being in a new place, without any of my things. Without being able to talk to Storm or seek out Gage in the garden to chat with him. I should have asked Ace if I could borrow a phone to call him. I think, just hearing his voice would help me settle a little more here.

I didn't expect my reaction to them to be so extreme. I can't believe we're all scent matches. I always thought it was a myth, but now, thinking about it, it all makes sense. But just because they're my scent matches doesn't mean I have to jump into bed with them.

Because I haven’t taken my heat suppressants, the slick between my thighs is warning me that a heat is coming sooner rather than later. I’m wearing Dash’s T-shirt and my panties. They’re drenched and its uncomfortable. I roll around a few times, trying to get comfy, but I can’t seem to be able to settle.

I'd never had a nest before. Since I didn’t want to be an omega, I’d ignored the classes on the subject. Like, I thought not participating in my classes would somehow change my designation. It wouldn't, and I should have known that. Now, it’s as though something’s under my skin, itching at me. I need to make this nest. I just didn't know how.

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