My eyes lift, filled with vulnerability I’ve only shared a handful of times in my life. “It hurts,” I whimper.
Gavin lifts me to steady me on my feet, cupping my face while Brady steps behind me, holding my hips. Their hands on my body provide a comforting touch that soothes some of the ache inside me.
“How do you want to do this, Lulu?” Brady asks me, voice thick and serious. “We don’t want to overstep. This is all so new, and while Gavin and I know what we want, we don’t want to pressure you into something you're not ready for or something you might regret.”
Licking my lips, I try to breathe through the cramping feeling that seems to be lessening the more I breathe in their intoxicating scents. “What is it that you want?” I have to ask. A part of me still thinks all of this is too good to be true and that helping an Omega they just met through her heat might be more than they signed up for.
“You, Little One,” Gavin murmurs softly, his thumb lightly brushing my cheekbone.
“So you’re not going to go running for the hills if I beg you to please help me through this heat?” I hate how vulnerable my tone of voice is right now, but it’s been years since I’ve gone through a heat on my own, and the thought of doing that right now is more terrifying than having these two be a part of it.
“Never,” Brady vows. “We’ve got you, baby. Just let us take care of you, okay? Can you do that?”
“Yes.” I nod, shoulders sagging in relief. “Please.”
“There's no way we’re bringing her to one of our rooms. I don’t care if these men are our brothers; they don’t get to smell her like this,” Brady growls. “I’ll fucking kill them for even looking at her funny.”
Gavin lifts me in his arms, and I wrap myself around him like a koala, burying my nose into his neck. Breathing in lungfuls of his scent, I moan as I rock my hips, that aching pain in my stomach turning to something more pleasurable.
My clit is swollen, pussy is throbbing, and my body feels hot and achy.
“Fuck,” Gavin grunts, his fully hard cock providing a nice friction against my core. I shamelessly rub myself against him, needing more, needing him inside me.
“Alpha,” I whimper, sucking and nipping at his neck.
“We need to take her somewhere safe and fast,” Gavin insists. “Lulu, baby, do you think we can go back to your place?”
“No,” I answer before sucking at another spot on his neck. “No Alphas allowed.”
“Shit,” Brady huffs out in frustration.
There’s a knock at the door, drawing twin growls from the guys. “It’s just me,” Dakota says from the bathroom door. “How’s everything going on in here? Is she okay?”
“No,” Brady grunts. “She’s in heat, and we have no place to take her.”
“Doesn’t the club have places you bring the sweetbutts to?” she asks.
“Yes. But normally, any Omega sweetbutts are shared with any brother that wants in on their heat. And there’s no fucking way any of them are touching our girl,” Gavin growls deep and low, making me moan as slick drenches my already ruined panties.
“Shit. Okay, ahh…” Dakota pauses. “You can use my place on the compound. The guys and I can crash in one of your rooms.”
“Are you sure?” Brady asks.
“I don’t use it often, only when I’m in town, and with everything going on back home, it’s less common these days. So yeah, you can use it. But please clean up after yourselves when you're done. I don’t care about the mess she makes, it's just… I don’t need to be cleaning up my brother's cum. Fucking nasty,” she scoffs, but there’s a teasing tone in her voice.
“Thanks, Kota. We owe you.” Gavin sighs in relief.
“You owe me nothing. You're my big brothers, and I love you. I’d die for you. I’m just happy you two stopped your manwhore ways and found yourselves a good one.”
I don’t notice when Dakota leaves, I don’t even realize we’ve left the bathroom of the clubhouse until Gavin is placing me on an unfamiliar bed.
A little growl leaves my throat when Gavin tries to unlatch me from the death grip I have on his neck.
“Be a good girl, Little Omega,” he chuckles. “I can’t help you with all your clothes on. Let me get these out of the way.”
I blink up at him, the idea of being naked and free for him to do with as he pleases sounds like the best idea ever to my already heat-hazed, filled mind. I can feel myself slipping and know it won’t be too long before I’m fully gone.
One of the big reasons I like to be comfortable with the people who help me through my heats is because I’m not myself. It doesn’t take long before I’m sucked into the frenzy, and all my mind can think of is sex. Knots, cocks, and orgasms are all my mind and body wants.
