A cool, wet glass was pressed against my cheek and I hissed. “Sit up and drink some water,” she commanded.
I did as I was told, grabbing a blanket from the pile of Kiara’s nesting material to drape across my lap. The other alpha didn’t have the same impulse to cover up, standing in front of me fully nude.
When I’d gulped down a few sips of water, she asked me again. “Did it help?”
Her expression was more open than I’d ever seen it. Maybe a little nervous, even.
She wanted us to be good. No more tension.
“It definitely separated our relationship with each other from our relationships with Ambrose,” I said, resisting the urge to glance away from her. “So… yeah. It helped a lot.”
Leighton smiled, sitting down on the couch beside me. We were close to each other. Almost a snuggle, but not quite. I wasn’t sure if we were at cuddle territory—or if that would even be something we did. Steps were being made, though.
She grabbed the remote, flipping on the TV. “Relax for a bit,” she commanded. “We’re going to have to switch onto Kiara duty soon, and I don’t want you exhausted.”
I almost complained, insisting on doing dishes or something. It’s what I would have done before. But I didn’t. I leaned back into the couch and downed the rest of my water, letting my mind take a moment to be a little quieter than normal.
SIXTY-FIVE
AMBROSE
“You’re so good for me, princess,” I murmured, raining kisses down on Kiara’s body.
I started at her ankle, going up one leg, down the other, and across her entire torso. She whined softly, squirming beneath me, but didn’t grab me and demand more. Her movements were lazy, her body tired.
Her heat was almost over. It would break soon, and her skin would cool down to a normal temperature again.
Then, we’d be able to have the difficult conversations.
Like about how long it would be before I could claim her, because I didn’t want her walking around without my mark for long. Especially not as her bandaged neck taunted me with what had almost happened.
She’d almost belonged to someone else. Not my pack, but someone else entirely.
“Can you fuck me, Ambrose?” she mumbled, her lips parting on a yawn.
I purred, reaching down to stroke my cock. I was always hard for her, the scent of coconut and chocolate heavy around us. She was far too complementary to Leighton. It drove me goddamn insane.
“Come here if you want it,” I said. “I don’t want to fuck a half-asleep little omega.”
Laying down on my back, I patted my thighs. She grumbled softly but mounted me, her pussy sinking down on my length as she sighed softly. This would be a lazy fuck, but that’s what she needed right now. One more to break the heat.
All of us alphas were dead tired—and that should have been an easy heat. Omega heats varied in intensity depending on how many alphas they had bonded to them. Kiara only had one alpha, unless her biology had counted the bondmarks she’d left on my pack.
I was intrigued to see how her next heat would go.
Holding her hips, I fucked up into her as she bounced on my lap. Her hands landed on my arms, nails digging in and threatening to leave more scratch marks. They were the kind of marks I enjoyed receiving from her.
It was good that she was now keeping her knife to herself.
“Harder,” Kiara breathed.
“Ask properly, princess.”
Her breath hitched. Even as she got closer to orgasm, her scent was fading. The heat was officially broken, so it wasn’t unfair of me to ask this of her. She had the faculties to do what I wanted.
“Sir, please fuck me harder.”
“Good girl.”
