CHAPTER 19
OLIVE
I’m sohorny I’m going to fucking die.
And it’s not the time or place for this.
As soon as the elevatordings, I limp to my bedroom, locking the door behind me.
I strip my clothes off and step into the shower for the second time today, washing any evidence of my arousal off my body.
This isridiculous.
But as I wrap myself in the plush towel and finish brushing my teeth, a fresh wave of arousal hits me.
There’s three Alphas in this house.
Any of them could take me.
Stop!
Frantically, I yank open the closet doors and pull out the plush blankets they gifted me. I throw them on the bed haphazardly, then drop my towel and dive-bomb onto the bed like a lunatic.
I roll around on the blankets like a fucking cat, my cunt clenching and desperate for release.
I fluff them up, creating a nest for myself, then stretch and moan as the fabric dances across my skin.
Oh, no.
This is very, very bad.
Bucking my hips into the air, desperate for touch, I whine as slick flows out of me, staining the blankets.
Suppressants. I need an extra dose of suppressants.
I crawl over to the nightstand and twist open the bottle, popping another one into my mouth. After I swallow it, I look at the label on the bottle.
They’re the maximum dosage.
“Fuck,” I hiss, fighting to keep my arousal in check.
What if they hear me?
Can theysmellme?
My last Heat was six months ago. Usually, they’re mild, and resting in bed with a vibrator and silicone knot for a day or two usually does the trick.
But this time, the only knots within reach belong to Killian, Dylan, and Brock.
STOP!
I can’t think about their knots.
But as I wrap myself back in the blankets, fluffing the pillows and crowding them around me, I can’t get comfortable.
I need more blankets. More fabrics. I want to burrow underallof them until I’m anchored down by a massive pile.
There’s got to be more around here.