Shoot. They were nearly out of time. And Ronan had returned. The alpha paced restlessly downstairs, knocking into furniture. Teal knew his husband was waiting to be called into the bedroom, but he wouldn’t be able to wait forever.
“Ronan will help you, if you’ll let him,” Teal told Sorcha. He dared to run a fingertip across the younger man’s cheek, gratified when Sorcha nuzzled into the touch. “Are you okay withRonan fucking you? You need an alpha knot. These toys won’t cut it.”
Teal seethed inwardly, livid at Dale and Abe for thinking two ridiculous dildos were going to get Sorcha through a risky heat.
Sorcha stared at Teal with wide eyes. A tear dripped down his cheek. “He’s…your alpha…your…husband.”
“Oh, my darling.” Teal reached out and wiped the teardrop. “I know this must be so confusing for you. And such a frightening experience.” He let his palm rest on the young omega’s jaw. “But make no mistake—I want Ronan to help you. I’m the one who called him here. This is a terrible time to explain it. When you’re hurting and your body is on fire. But I’ll try. Because I don’t want you to feel guilty. Or have regrets once this heat passes and you fully digest it.” Teal ran his thumb back and forth across Sorcha’s chin. “Ronan and I care deeply about you. Both of us. I don’t have a knot to offer, but I feel the same desperation to protect you that Ronan does. I’m sure you sense it too. There’s something pulling the three of us together. Knowing you need Ronan, the way I’ve needed him, makes me feel close to you. Your pain right now is causing me pain, and you need to let me take it away.”
Sorcha’s expression looked haunted. “I guess I don’t…have a choice.”
“Sorcha, youalwayshave a choice. If you’d rather we take you to the hospital or try to use these toys instead, or if there’s someone else you want us to call, we can do that.”
Sorcha sniffed. “No…there’s…no one.”
“There’s us,” Teal assured him. “You’re not alone. Please, will you let Ronan help you?”
The conflict in Sorcha’s features, especially his bright eyes, tore at Teal’s heart.
“I promise you, it’s okay to say yes,” Teal implored him, leaning down to place a chaste kiss on Sorcha’s wet cheek. “Please say yes, my darling.”
Sorcha held Teal’s gaze for a long moment. Searching.
Finally, he nodded. “Yes, I…want Ronan. He smells…so good.”
Teal smiled in relief. “He certainly does.”
Thank the stars Sorcha consented to Ronan fucking him!Teal didn’t want to push his luck, but since Sorcha seemed more aware than he’d been earlier—Ronan’s nearness probably helped—he addressed the other big issue.
“Sorcha, I’m going to tell you what I imagine will happen here. Ronan’s going to come in and he’s going to fuck you. Knot you. Once he’s done it a few times, his head will be clearer and he’ll be able to have more control during the rest of your heat. By tomorrow, you’ll be delirious, so you’ll have to trust him to take care of you, okay?”
“Okay,” Sorcha murmured.
“He’ll use condoms the first few times, but with how long you’ve gone unserviced today, it’s probable that won’t be good enough and he’ll need to fuck you bare.” Teal wasn’t sure Sorcha understood the implication, so he continued, “Because you’ve been on suppressants so long and have never had a proper heat, it’s unlikely this is a breeding heat, but there’s always the chance.”
Teal expected that once Ronan had more control of himself, he’d object to going bare, but as with Sorcha’s earlier dilemma, they didn’t have many options. The little omega was already sick and feverish. Ronan needed to make him well. By any means necessary.
Sorcha nodded, whispering “yes,” before whining pitifully and twisting against the sheets. Another wave would arrive soon.
The alpha downstairs knew it too. Teal heard his husband moving about frantically. His peppery sage scent grew stronger, wafting to the bedroom.
“Okay, Sorcha, I’m going to call Ronan up. He’ll take good care of you. You’ll need to be fucked and sucked and stroked a lot. And he’ll do all of it. He’s a good alpha.”
Sorcha didn't answer. Instead, he began scratching at his skin again. He rolled onto his stomach, rubbing his swollen shaft along the mattress as he released a pained cry into the pillow.
Stomping on the stairs alerted Teal he wouldn’t need to summon Ronan. His husband had reached the limit of his restraint.
Seconds later, Ronan slammed into the doorframe, red-faced and growling fiercely. His pants and boxers pooled at his ankles. He gave his cock a few punishing strokes as he reached for a condom from the bag in his hand.
Teal took that as his cue to leave. He wondered how quickly he could get next door to his own bed so he could jack off to the mental image of Ronan fucking Sorcha into oblivion.
The three men's lust-fueled scents swirled together in the darkened room, thickening the air as the little omega’s heat frenzy raged. Teal’s crease dripped with slick, causing his thighs to clench.Good grief. If he was this turned on, he could only imagine how Ronan and Sorcha felt.
Condom in place, Ronan stalked toward the bed, pushing his lips against Teal’s in a bruising kiss as they passed. “I love you, my omega,” he said gruffly.
“And I you.”
On the bed, Sorcha gasped with desire. He peered up at Ronan as the alpha bent one knee onto the mattress, kicking his clothes off.
