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  “You want me to pull her off you right now so I do?” Jonah snarled, his hand on my breast squeezing tight.

  Seth sighed and then one hand lifted from my thigh, two fingers plunging inside of my aching cunt without preamble. His lips latched onto my clit, sucking with expert force, and inside of me his fingers crooked.

  All the rising storm of heat and trembling need shattered, my body quaking and trying to escape the sudden explosion of pleasure. My voice was strangled in my throat, and then muffled in Jonah’s forceful kiss, and Seth continued sucking on my clit and pumping his fingers until my whine was high in the back of my throat. Jonah yanked me away just as Seth sat back on his heels.

  And for some insane, heat-related reason, the first words out of my mouth after an orgasm that made me see stars was, “Knot. I want your knot.”

  Jonah growled and peeled me off his chest, spreading me out in the cushions. For a second, I thought he was going to listen to me. Then he bent forward, pressing his face into my stomach, shaking his head. I glanced at Seth, his face shining with my release, and he offered me a sympathetic smile.

  “C’mere,” I said to him, and he scooted forward on his knees until I could kiss him, not minding the taste of myself on his lips. Actually, I kind of liked it, dousing my beta in my scent.

  “Take it easy on him,” Seth whispered in my ear.

  “We’re gonna have to compromise on this pace, baby girl,” Jonah mumbled into my belly button. I waited for him to lift his head. “I know you’re feelin’ ready. And the heat’s wanting plenty. But I wanna do this in the right order, and we’ve barely started the courting.”

  Warmth settled in my chest and my cheeks filled with a smile. Truth be told, as soon as the words had come out of my mouth, I’d known they were a reflex of the heat more than anything I was ready for physically. I was gonna have to watch my mouth after orgasms for a while.

  “Okay,” I said, nodding and smiling as Jonah relaxed. Seth kissed my shoulder, and I turned my head to face him. “As for you, you’ve got a naughty mouth.”

  Seth grinned and pressed another quick, slippery kiss against my lips. “Anytime, precious.”

  “I plan on returning the favor,” I said, and Jonah rumbled silently, his cheek still resting on my stomach.

  Seth's gaze darkened. “Anytime, precious,” he repeated. Then he blinked and looked out the window. “Except right now. I’m supposed to be down in the bar. Just wanted to see what you two wanted for dinner. Thanks for dessert though.”

  I snorted. Jonah sat up, pulling me with him and cradling me on his lap. How the hell was he still fully dressed and I was buck naked and two orgasms down? Some serious alpha stubbornness, I told myself. He was gonna be a hard egg to crack at this rate.

  Seth took our dinner order and headed out, and even after hearing his plan, I was a little surprised to see him head for the door without washing his face or wiping it off or anything.

  “He’s gonna drive the house insane down there,” Jonah said. “Better warn Bullet to keep an eye on him.”

  “Will there be other alphas down there?” I asked, frowning. I hadn’t considered the risk before.

  Jonah nodded. “But only a complete idiot or a stranger would make a move. Everyone knows Bomber’s mine.” And with a glance at me and a slow smile he added, “Soon enough, they’ll know he’s not the only one.”

  Jonah scooped me up off the couch and started striding for the bedroom door. I thought I was about to get a round three and wondered if I was really ready for it when he said. “Time for your first courting present, baby girl.”

  My eyes went wide. “You got me one?”

  Jonah frowned. “‘Course I did.”

  “How?” I asked. “I just got here.”

  He grunted at that, carrying me into the bathroom adjoined to the bedroom, his elbow knocking against the wall and flicking a light switch on. It was warm lighting, orange bulbs ticking on in a line over a long mirror above the sink. The tub was gargantuan, and I’d been eyeing the removable shower head with interest earlier.

  “Got something after I met you. Just in case,” he said.

  I smiled, reaching up and cupping a hand around his jaw. “So you were planning on me coming, huh?”

  Jonah’s eyes landed on mine with a heavy weight. “Hoping.”

  He set me down on my feet and immediately cranked on the faucet for the tub, plugging the drain. “Make sure the temp is good,” he instructed, and I went to fiddle with the faucets.

  Jonah started to purr and when I looked over my shoulder I caught him staring at my ass, bent and on display, tender sex peeking between my thighs. His throat cleared as I looked at him, and he turned back to the counter, opening up the cupboard under the sink and pulling out a basket.

  “It’s not much,” he said, which was odd considering the basket was enormous and overflowing.

  Bath bombs, sugar scrubs, bubbles, lotions, face masks, candles, the whole nine yards. My eyes widened as I took it all in while water pumped into the enormous tub behind me.

  “I know…omegas like that extra pamper. ‘Specially round their heat.”

  “I’ve always wanted to try a bath bomb,” I murmured, reaching out and picking one that was in the shape of a golden crescent moon.

  “You haven’t?”

  I shook my head. “Seemed kinda… I didn’t need one, so I didn’t want to waste the money.”

  Jonah was puffing up again, and I realized he was getting some of his alpha pride going. I bit the corner of my grin as he shrugged, his lips curled up at the corners.

  “It’s not a waste if you like it,” he said.

  I took the basket from him, grunting slightly at the weight of it, and then set it down on the counter. Jonah bent as I rose up to my tiptoes, meeting me in the middle for a soft, nibbling kiss.

  “I would’ve accepted the orgasm as a courting gift,” I said against his lips, grinning as he huffed out a laugh. “But this is nice too, thank you. Will you pick me out a few things to use?”

  Jonah grew in size again, and I hid my smile as I tiptoed into the warm bath. “Sure thing, baby girl,” he said, rifling through the basket with devoted concentration.

  I was one lucky omega.

  11

  Baby

  “Precious,” Seth rasped. “It’s three in the morning. You need to rest.”

  I fidgeted in place, moving a throw pillow from one seat to another and then frowning. “I know. I just… something’s not right yet.”

  My skin was prickling and crawling, the light in the room was either too bright or too dark, and everything sounded like one big echo in my ears.

  “You’re just nesting,” he said.

  “Yeah, I sorted that out, thanks,” I snapped, my voice cracking out like a whip. I flinched at the sound and swallowed a whine, turning to face him as my eyes grew wide in apology.

  He wasn’t annoyed with my snapping, his crooked smile in place, dark hair rumpled from where I’d been clutching it when he tried to put me down to bed with kisses earlier. His gray eyes were bright in the dim room, passing headlights running around the walls and illuminating him in the doorway of the bedroom.

  “Sorry,” I said.

  “Precious, I don’t think it’s the throw pillow bothering you,” he said, head tipping and resting against the door jamb. He blinked, and the motion was slow. I was guilty all over again for having him up and fussing over me when he was tired.

  I frowned, my feet turning in and out on the floor beneath me. “Yeah?”

  “Why didn’t you ask Scorch to stay?”

  “I did,” I whispered, eyes welling up.

  Jonah had left as Seth arrived after the bar had closed up an hour ago. I’d tried convincing him to stay during my bath, during dinner, as he kissed me in bed until my lips were sore.

  “Can’t, baby girl. Gotta do this in the right order,” Jonah had insisted.

  “Just sleep,” I whined.

  “We’re still courtin
’,” he answered. And then the asshat had left.

  Seth sighed and scuffed a hand over his face, before crossing to me, taking the pillow out of my fingers and tossing it back onto the chair. I frowned. Okay, nesting or not, it really didn’t look good in that chair.

  “Sorry, Baby,” Seth whispered, leaning in and pecking briefly at my lips. “He’s an idiot. Want me to go get him? Bet he’s not sleepin’ without us either.”

  My heel jiggled against the floor and Seth combed his fingers through the tangles in my hair with gentle care. It wasn’t just Jonah I was missing, and I wasn’t sure how to address that particular elephant in the room.

  Seth addressed it for me, cutting through all awkwardness with his gentle tone. “Want someone else?”

  My breath hiccuped in my chest and I nodded slowly. “Jonah too, but…”

  Seth's thumb brushed over my cheek. “It’s okay. Despite what Scorch wants to believe, that’s what your alphas are for. Keepin’ you safe and happy. Who should I call?”

  All of them. Except the bed definitely wouldn’t hold that much muscle. And for the most part, I hadn’t even really touched anyone except Seth and Jonah.

  “Ryan,” I said.

  Seth didn’t hesitate, leaving me and picking his phone up from the kitchen counter. With a few touches, he had the phone to his ear and his eyes to the ceiling as he waited and listened.

  “Hey. Baby wants you to come down. Our girl could use a cuddle…by the way, you know what that is, right?”

  I caught the softest mutter from where I stood, and Seth snorted and then hung up a moment later. “He’s on his way. Still want Scorch, or someone else?”

  I hesitated. It might be nice to finally get to touch one of the others, but I wanted rest and comfort with familiar scents around me.

  “Scorch, Jonah. What do I call you guys?” I asked.

  Seth hummed, “You asked that earlier. Scorch is right, whatever you want when we’re up here and it’s just pack. Around others? Probably the club names. Some of the brothers might prefer them over their own name, so it’s never bad to check. Not sure I ever heard Bullet’s real name until Jonah called him Quincy in front of you.”

  “Bullet seems like a name for a small guy,” I said, cocking my head.

  “That he is definitely not,” Seth agreed. “It’s ‘cause he’s our security. That, and the fact he was an expert marksman in the army.”

  My eyebrows lifted and before I could ask for more details there was a soft knock on the door.

  “Go get under the covers while I have a quick word with Green,” Seth said.

  Green equaled Ryan. I was going to learn all these guys’ funny little MC code names one way or another. I hurried to the bedroom, sliding into the pillows and sheets as the door opened in the main room, lowered voice murmuring. A moment later, both men were entering the room. Until I saw Ryan, face stony and eyes lowered, it hadn’t occurred to me to feel awkward about Seth ringing him up in the dead of night just to come sleep next to me.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “We shouldn’t have woke you up. If you don’t want to stay…”

  Ryan’s steps didn’t falter as he reached the bed. He was dressed for sleeping, but he didn’t look drowsy at all. “Didn’t wake me,” he said in that half-whisper of his.

  He laid down on the bed and bundled me to his side, fingers in the hair at the nape of my neck and pinning my hips against his with a firm touch. Immediately all the restless anxiety of the past hour evaporated, tension unrolling through me like a spool of ribbon until I was limp. The itch under my skin softened into a dizzy and pleasant feeling, awareness without irritation. I rested my head on Ryan’s chest and he started to vibrate with a low purr that resembled a rattling growl. Rough as it was, it did the trick, drowsy comfort rising up like a tide with every breath I took.

  “Say cheese,” Seth murmured by my ear, and my brow furrowed in confusion until the click of the camera on his phone sounded and a flash lit up on the other side of my shut eyelids.

  “What the fuck,” Ryan muttered, his purr interrupted.

  “Just showing our Prez what he’s missing. I expect he’ll show up in a minute or so.”

  “He needs to get over it,” Ryan said, his voice almost as soothing to my frayed nerves as his purr was.

  “He will. As long as the rest of us are keeping Baby happy, he’ll come around soon enough.”

  I reached up, clutching to the fabric of the t-shirt Ryan was wearing. I considered asking him to take it off, wanting to feel the warmth of his skin directly, but I was already too sleepy to find the energy for speaking. His hand covered mine and his deep purr started again.

  By the time Jonah arrived, whispering “Scoot over,” to Seth, I was already under the first layer of sleep, barely noticing the way the two alphas negotiated me between them, snugly fit between their rumbling chests.

  I woke up on my side, with a hard cock tucked against the curve of my ass, and tight arms wrapped around my middle. Ryan was pressed firmly to my back, Jonah and Seth both missing from the bed. Light was bright in the room, and I was feeling just shy of feverish again, heat simmering under my skin, central to where Ryan cradled me against him. I wanted to rock against him, turn the simmer into a boil, and escalate the touch between us. We’d barely spoken to one another since meeting, but Ryan was magnetic to me. I wanted to strip and press my skin to his, and even then I didn’t expect it to be close enough.

  Both of Ryan’s hands were on my skin, one under my t-shirt against my ribs, the other beneath the waistband of my shorts on my lower stomach. He was purring into my hair, a softer and sweeter sound than the one from last night, and I had a feeling he was still asleep.

  Or I did until I stretched, and the hand in my shorts slid lower, resting over the thatch of curls on my pubic bone. My breath hitched and behind me Ryan’s purr rattled again, his hand tensing briefly before relaxing.

  “Should I stop or keep going?” he asked, voice thick with sleep.

  Oh, thank goodness. I lifted my leg, propping it up over his and offering him more skin to touch. “Keep going,” I said, the faintest whine in the back of my throat.

  Ryan didn’t make me ask twice, his hands forging steady paths over my skin. The hand on my ribs reached up beneath my shirt, rucking it up and exposing my breasts to the cool air in the room, before the heat of his palm encompassed one, massaging roughly. Fingertips rubbed down the length of my slit, circling my opening before retreating to my clit and pressing down in slow circles. I moaned and rolled my hips back against Ryan’s cock. He grunted and rocked forward, pushing me into the touch of his hand as he ground himself against my ass.

  Fuck yeah. I was wild about Jonah, and Seth, but Ryan was not messing around with any of their gentle teasing and I could not have been more grateful.

  “How you want it, sweetness? Fast? Drawn out?”

  His lips were on the back of my ear, breath scorching on my skin, and I swore his tongue flicked out and licked in a teasing taste. I turned my face into my pillow, exposing my throat. His purr grew louder and his tongue trailed down, painting damp patterns on my flesh.

  “Anything,” I breathed out, rocking between his cock and his hand, gasping as his fingers pinched my nipple. “Yes!”

  “Does my sweet omega want me to take control?” he whispered in my ear.

  I shuddered and his fingers dipped inside of me, stopping my breath. Did I? I was pretty sure the answer was yes, but…

  “No knotting. No biting. Just plain gettin’ off,” Ryan added, kissing my throat. He was slowly pumping into my cunt, and there was something both gentle and tense about the slow and careful pace.

  “Yes,” I said, my head nodding. “Yes, please, Ryan.”

  I thought I could hear him laughing, but then he pinched again around my nipple and his fingers started to plunge and twist inside of me, and I couldn’t hear anything over my own gasps and whimpers. The gentleness was gone, but he wasn’t rough either—his touch was dema
nding, calling for every ounce of pleasure I had to offer. His knuckles stretched at my opening, thumb grazing against my clit, and I arched. My body was calling for a different position, wanting to roll into the mattress and offer myself, ass high, for my alpha.

  “Not gonna bite,” Ryan repeated as he ground his cock against me, my sleep shorts and his pants keeping our skin from touching. He growled in my ear and started to buck a little harder as I craned my neck as if in offering. “But Books said you’d like this, and I wanna find out.”

  His teeth scraped across the muscle of my throat, and I almost came right there and then. His thumb was toying aimlessly with my clit as his fingers fucked into me, and I was regretting the agreement to no knotting. He kept scratching his teeth over the skin of my throat and every time he did, my cunt fluttered and clutched at his fingers. Holy shit. I was ready to beg for him to bite me, fuck me, bond me.

  “Oh my god,” I moaned as he growled and rutted behind me.

  “Sweetness,” he rasped. “That’s what you are. How’d we get so fucking lucky, Baby?”

  Then he sucked on the spot he’d been tormenting, and I came with a shout and an earthquake running through my body. He didn’t stop, kept at my clit and my cunt and breasts. I felt him swelling behind me, a knot building at the base of his cock. I wondered what it would feel like inside of me, stretching me and lodging him deep inside of me, reaching nerves I didn’t even know I had. I came again more softly, his touch relentless, and he rolled me onto my belly, sucking a mark into the skin of my throat and body rutting over me. I reached beneath me and rubbed hard over my clit, harder than he’d been teasing me, and the head of his cock nuzzled me through our clothes.

  Ryan came with a loud groan and a heavy weight at my back, not crushing, but as if he was still trying to burrow inside of me at the last moment. His tongue swirled over the bruise on my neck, and I whimpered and fell apart a third and final time, soaking our fingers and my shorts while I was at it. His hands were tender again, soothing over my breasts, teasing out every last shudder of aftershocks with a slow and final curl inside me. When I whined, depleted, he stilled and purred in unsteady breaths. We lay there, panting together for several moments until Ryan rolled back onto his side, turning me to face him and tucking my face beneath his chin.