Dove
Ilayawakein my bed, listening to the sounds coming from Sebastian’s room as slick drips between my legs.
I knew I smelled Sebastian’s scent on Isaac’s shirt. They’re fucking over there, and my omega body can’t handle it. I just want to join them so badly, yet I keep my distance.
The last thing I need is to get caught up between two sexy alphas.
I can’t let my hormones get the better of me. I am not thinking straight right now. It’s my pussy who wants to go over there, not me. I can’t allow myself to get too wrapped up in them. It’s bad enough that I’m stealing their shirts.
I’m turning into a horny freak.
One slip up and there’s no telling how far I will go. I may become ravenous and lose all sense entirely.
This is torture, and I wish my heat would just come already. The next two weeks are going to be hard. Very hard.
How do I resist three gorgeous alphas?
Now that the tracker has been removed from my neck, maybe I can attempt my escape?I don’t even know where I will go. While I can’t run from the government forever, it has to be better than staying here.
I’m afraid of losing myself. I don’t want to become some horny creature who’s a slave to her body.
A slave to alphas.
I always promised myself that I would never become a slave to an alpha. I am a free omega, and I make my own decisions. I will not become some baby-making machine for the government.
I know Roman, Isaac, and Sebastian would never take advantage of me like that, but the fact remains. I cannot stay.
We would only end up hurting each other.
I squeeze my eyes when I hear Isaac moan next, and now I bite down hard on my pillow, tearing out its feathers.
I heard Isaac arriving at Sebastian’s door earlier. It was what woke me, and he sounded so despondent. What has upset the alpha?
He has been nothing but good to me. He even watched The Wizard of Oz with me and cried at the end, and it appears he shares my love of musicals.
I was tempted to open my own door and see what was wrong with him, but I stayed put. I’m not sure what I would have done if I did. Hug him? I’m already addicted to his scent, so I probably would have sniffed his hair too. Then one thing would have led to another, and…
Isaac roars next, shaking the whole house, and I press my hands against my ears, drowning out their sounds, yet they still manage to slip through.
My heart pounds as I start gasping for breath. My whole body feels as if it’s being wound tight. Slick dampens my bedsheets as my pussy won’t stop throbbing, and I can’t take this anymore...
I rip the sheets from my legs and rush to the bathroom, pouring myself a cold shower. Maybe that will cool me off.
The scent of coconut hits me like a tropical wave as I rip off my wet panties, tossing them to one side, and I’ve never been so damn wet. I slip my fingers between my folds, lifting them up to investigate.
The smell is getting stronger.
I dash beneath the cold running water and think unsexy thoughts.
A pile of dirty dishes. Cobwebs. Mildew on a shower curtain. Rat feces. Yet it’s not enough. All I can think about is impaling my vagina on one of their cocks, their knots filling me up.
Reaching my hand down, I slip my finger between the lips of my pussy, then get to work. I keep rubbing at the swollen nub between my legs, trying to reach my peak, but my attempts prove fruitless.
That’s when I envision them together again, but this time I’m sandwiched between them—Sebastian at the front and Isaac at the back of me—and finally, I explode.
With a muffled cry, I release beneath the cool jets, lights flashing through my eyes. When it’s over, I slip down the tiles until my ass hits the floor. My coconut-scented slick washes down the drain with the water, yet it’s no use. Touching myself is not enough to ease the cramping in my pussy.
It would never be enough.