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“Yes,” she squeaks.
I can’t stop myself. I lift her into my arms, and she moans and wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her to the bedroom.
“You put the sweetest, most delicious flavor in the world into cookies you made just for us?” I demand, placing her on the bed. She whimpers as she lies across the mattress, her dark hair fanning around her like a halo.
“Yes,” she hisses, arching her back. “Just for you.”
She’s going to wreck me.
My Rut was dangerously close to taking over, and this might be the final straw.
I need to taste those fucking cookies.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell her. “Undress.”
“Where are you going?” she whimpers. “Don’t leave me,” she adds in a quiet voice.
That stops me.
I know it's partially her Heat talking, but I also hear the insecurity in her tone.
“Skylar,” I say, sitting on the edge of the bed. She looks up at me, her eyes glassy, her pupils wide. “I’m not leaving you. Ever. Do you understand me?”
Her eyes fill with tears. “I…” she flinches, and her scent deepens. “I know,” she finally says.
She fucking doesn’t.
I want to rage at every person that made her feel this way. I want to hunt down every man that ever treated her poorly and rip them to shreds for hurting her.
Even during her Heat, when every inhibition should be gone, she’s still terrified of being abandoned.
“You don’t believe me,” I breathe, pulling off my shirt and letting it fall to the floor. Her eyes widen and she licks her lips as her gaze falls to my chest. “You don’t believe that you’re everything to me.”
She doesn’t reply. She just watches me, her chest heaving.
“That, baby, is pretty fucking stupid,” a voice says, and I turn to see River standing in the doorway, his pupils huge.
The scent of Rut is thick in the air, heady and mixing with Skylar’s sweet Heat.
Landon joins him in the doorway, his eyes just as dark.
“I think we should demonstrate how ridiculous she’s being,” he says. “Show her just how much we want her.”
“Oh fuck,” Skylar murmurs.
“You know those cookies tasted just like your pussy?” River says. “You made a mistake, baby.” He takes a step forward. “I’m not ever going to get tired of that taste.”
She looks at me, then at River, her lips parting.
“I need…” she starts, but then cuts herself off, as if she’s embarrassed.
Absolutely not.
I run a hand up her thigh and she gasps. “You need what?” I demand. “Ask. Never hide from us.”
But she bites her lip and shakes her head, even as my fingers creep higher up her thigh. She’s already soaked through her cotton pants and her scent is concentrated there, making my head spin.
“Omega,” I growl. “Tell us. Now.”
