I was so full of questions, but I couldn't seem to get them all out. Besides that, there were some things a lady needed to ask another girl. Like, was the heat just the sort of thing that dogs experienced? Was it a period? Would I act like the goats up the road who yelled and rubbed their junk along the fence until a buck came and took care of that for them?
Because I was pretty certain I didn't want to lay against a fence, baahing at the top of my lungs, and waggling my ass in the air.
Tommy snored softly, one little hind paw kicking at my chest. I tucked him back into his bed and locked the top once again. It wouldn't do for him to go run off somewhere or sneak away. Maybe I could spare a crate when we went out as a... a pack?
Were we a pack?
Xav trapped me once again, his head coming to rest behind mine. He drew my hips against his and I gave no resistance. There was a certain hardness against the back of my leg that made me catch my breath. "Are you sure you're a werewolf?"
He hmm'd at me and nipped the skin just below my ear in response.
I quivered like a leaf in a hurricane. "Because you're hung like a horse."
My voice came out as a whisper. Some part of me said that things were moving too fast, but the rest of me rebelled against it. I'd known these men since the dawn of time, could trust them with anything. They were caring for my animals, caring for me, and I them. Every instinct said that we belonged together.
We always had.
Xavion laughed, picked me up as if I weighed nothing, and carried me back off to my room. I lifted my arms to drape around his neck and tipped my head up, trying to kiss him. If Hudson had tasted like fine wine and select olives, I wanted to see if Xav was different. He had to turn slightly to get us both into the room and I missed, my lips falling on his cheek instead.
What a disappointment. Frustrated, I tried to capture him again. He tipped his head to the side and looked past me, smirking. Was that the game he wanted to play, then? I growled at him, my best impression of a displeased dog, and he laughed again.
"If you ask nicely, I'll let you. Omegas have to know where they stand," he said, tossing me onto the bed without a care in the world.
I landed on the mattress but I wasn't alone for very long. He kicked off his shoes and stalked me, the irises of his eyes lightening until they became a wolf's amber. I reached up for his tie and wrapped it around my hand, pulling him on top of me. "Please?"
"Please, what?" he asked, his voice rough in my ears.
He followed the tie as I lifted my lips to his, pressing into the kiss. The instinctual part of me that wouldn't shut up sighed with relief, turned around three times, and quieted down. I let go of the tie and deepened it, tasting his tongue and winding my own against his. The hunt, the kill, and under it, an addictive dose of nicotine that reminded me of years long past.
I hadn't had a cigarette in ages, but no former addict fully gets past the want for them. That desire tugged at me, a memory of spoiling myself on the name-brand thins, not the cheap stuff, when money was good. I arched into him as he slid his hands up my back and dragged his nails back down.
Quivering, I drew back from his lips and let my head fall back onto the pillows. He was there immediately, too-sharp canines sinking into my neck. I stilled, overwhelmed by the urgency in me to let him bite, rut, lock my body to his and-
Did werewolves have knots? The other canids I'd dealt with did. The image of him slamming something the size of a grapefruit into my body was something I'd never considered, but it made a little moan escape my throat.
In answer, the teeth dug deeper. My breath came in a short, trembling sigh and the tension in my bra released as he unsnapped it. My breasts fell heavily to my chest, still resting in their satin cups as those mischievous hands withdrew, pulled around me, and moved to take them from beneath my shirt.
Xavion left the straps on my arms, twisting the front of the bra with one hand to pull my forearms tight against my sides. He reached for my left breast with the roughened pads of his fingers, raked one across a pert nipple that left me moaning and bucking my hips into his, insistent, begging-
"Do you mind if someone else joins the party?"
Gabe sat down on the edge of the bed. Xavion stiffened, his lip curling at the other alpha. Swamped with lust, my mind foggy, I stared at Gabe through half-lidded eyes and smiled. "Three's my lucky number."
"Perfect."
Xavion eyed me for a moment, then scooted slightly to the side. He didn't leave me open to Gabe, but he did allow the other alpha to join us, sharing me between them. Gabe slipped beneath me, pulling me into his lap, and wrapping his hand in my hair. Though he was gentle, he used that handhold to turn my head to the side and kiss the pink marks Xavion had left from his bite.
"Jealous?" Xav asked, peeling the bra from under my shirt and discarding it on the ground.
His palms cupped my breasts, squeezing, rolling the nipples, massaging. I
