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“Oh my god. Oh fuck.” It’s only on the first setting, but the low vibration is so good. I relax into my nest, closing my eyes, leaving it up to the guys to decide what they want to do with the rest of me.

“Any requests?”

“Just don’t ignore my tits,” I murmur, an arm thrown over my eyes. I’m close to coming again already.

“Never.”

It’s Scott who settles between my legs, his finger teasing my clit with agonisingly slow circles until I’m begging. Matiu’s mouth latches over one nipple, sucking hard while he pinches the other one, and I dig my fingers through his hair, my hips bucking against Scott’s hand.

“Please,” I beg.

“Hurry up and fuck her, bro,” Matiu growls, and I laugh, pulling him to me for a quick kiss. His teeth are at my neck when Scott thrusts in to the knot in one swift movement and I cry out, letting myself go, orgasming again.

“Fuck I love heat pussy. So fucking slick,” Scott growls, fucking me through it. “I wanna see her choke on your dick.”

There’s something in his tone that scratches my omega hindbrain in all the right ways and I latch onto it, looking into Scott’s eyes, fighting the heat fog that I can feel coming back on. I’m more than happy to lose myself to my heat again soon, but I want to see Scott lose control first.

“Would that turn you on, alpha?” I purr, grabbing at my breasts. “If I were sucking his cock? If you watched me choke down his cum?”

He thrusts harder, faster, and I don’t know how but I can feel him on the edge. I want to tip him over it, I want to send him into rut knowing it was me that did it to him.

I grab at Matiu’s cock, pumping it in my fist before pulling it to my lips. He tastes like the three of us combined, and I moan around him, allowing him to thrust into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes as I struggle around the size of him.

Scott grips my thighs harder, thrusts deeper, and I know this is what I want. I squeeze Matiu’s ass, groaning as he increases his pace, understanding what I need. He hisses a moment later, squeezing his knot, spilling down my throat before pulling back slightly to fill my mouth, slipping free and coating my lips messily with the last of his cum.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, sitting back.

Scott stares down at me, frozen. “Rut me, alpha,” I whisper, and it’s enough. His eyes darken, pupils dilating, a low growl rumbling in the back of his throat as he tips forward, pinning my arms above my head, fucking me hard and fast. His lips capture mine, kissing my cum-coated mouth, a messy tangle of lips and tongue, teeth biting, and growls that go straight to my clit.

“Yes,” I yell, heedless of the noise I’m making. “Yes, knot me!”

I love the thrill of being under an alpha who has lost their control. Us omegas aren’t the only hormonal ones. I love knowing that I did this to him.

The sound of our flesh slapping together is obscene. It’s lucky I’ve already been knotted so many times, because his thrusts are so hard he partially knots me each time, and all I can do is cling on for the ride.

When the restless feeling within me grows to be too much I bite down on his ear lobe, and I’m rewarded with a deep groan, his hips stuttering for a moment before resuming their pace with renewed effort. “Knot me,” I demand again, this time sinking my teeth into his shoulder, only just managing to avoid breaking the skin. “Please.”

“Come then,” he barks, knotting me just like I wanted, and I shake beneath him, pulsing over his cock until I’m utterly spent, savouring the way he collapses on top of me.

This. This is what a heat is all about.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Scott

Icould do this forever.

There comes a point in every omega's heat when their energy levels start to flag and the length of time between each round of sex lengthens. Matiu and I take these moments to sort our shit out—to heat up one of the microwave meals for a quick lunch, to make sure Lizzie has access to water and other drinks, to check our messages and reply to those who are expecting something from us. We wrap Lizzie’s Christmas presents one by one, slowly adding to the pile under the tree as the day goes on.

When everything is done we let ourselves relax in the nest, Lizzie and her gorgeous curves lying between us. It’s here, while she sleeps soundly, that I finally dare to say what I've really been thinking.

“I don't think Elaine was ever right for us,” I whisper to Matiu. “I’m not just saying that because I didn't fight for her when I know… when I know you wanted me to. I’m sorry I hurt you by giving up early, but I don’t think she was the one. I think I loved the idea of her more than I loved her.”

“I agree.”

“It's our scents that brought us together here,” I say, gesturing at the three of us now. “But that's not why I love Lizzie. I would love her anyway. Regardless of scent match or not, I would still want her.”

Between us, the sheets rustle, and I freeze, locking eyes with Lizzie. I don’t think I’ve ever been so panicked in my life—if this is the way she finds out about Elaine, mid-heat, I think we’re fucked.