CHAPTER 28
KILLIAN
The asshole is right.
It was my idea to share her. She wants all of us, so technically, I have no reason to be fuming.
Except that it was Brock who got to knot her first.
And now, she’s naked in his arms and he’s carrying her through the house like a goddamn superhero.
Dylan is spiraling as I storm into the kitchen, his face panicked as I take water bottles out of the fridge.
“What does she need?” He asks, his face excited. He’s hopeful, but I also see the trepidation behind his eyes.
Dylan has never had an Omega before. The hopeless romantic was waiting for the right Omega to come along.
“Whatever we can get her. Brock is bringing her to her bedroom right now.”
I try to keep the malice out of my voice, but Dylan notices.
“I heard her scream for him,” he admits.
“Yeah, and I saw it,” I snap.
It made me hard as fuck, but it still gutted me that Brock was the first one to take her.
After everything he’s done.
After what happened…
“None of that matters now,” Dylan reminds me, as if sensing my mood. “Olive comes first. And she’s going to need all of us.”
“Yes, she will,” I mutter, gathering more supplies.
One knot won’t satisfy her. In mere hours, she’s going to be desperate, needing more, and we can provide.
“I want her to be happy,” he adds. “And if Brock makes her happy, so be it. I’m just lucky to be a part of her life.”
I roll my eyes.
“You’re such a fucking sap,” I say. “You’re pussy whipped, and you haven’t even had her pussy yet.”
“Yeah, but so are you,” he adds, motioning towards the fruit and cheese plate I’m making her.
Aw, fuck.
“Yup.”
* * *
We play a waiting game.
Olive sleeps peacefully in her room, but the scent of her Heat wafts down to the first floor of the house.
It kills me. Even with the emergency suppressants I inject, my cock screams for attention, hard as a fucking diamond in my pants.
Dylan fares no better, the struggle obvious on his face. So, we sit around like weirdos, watching Dylan’s cooking shows with boners the size of a fucking tower.