"Adam’s an omega," I whisper harshly.
Perrin goes completely still, staring at me. "What?"
"He's transitioning," I say. "Right now. That's what's happening."
"No." Perrin shakes his head. "That's not possible. Adam is abeta. He's always been a beta. You can't—" He gestures toward the bed, toward his brother writhing in the blankets. "Omegas don't transition attwenty-six years old, Elowen."
"I was twenty-seven," I say a little too forcefully.
Perrin's mouth opens, but nothing comes out.
He looks at me, then at Adam, then back at me, and whatever argument he had lined up seems to disappear completely.
Something moves across Perrin's face that I don't have a clear word for. It's not just shock, though that's part of it. It's bigger than that. Like watching someone's understanding of the world shift in real time, the ground moving under their feet while they're still standing on it.
Slowly, Perrin’s eyes go very wide and very still, his mouth slightly open, and for a moment he looks so young and so lost that it makes my chest ache.
"Omega," Cliff says softly, and my head snaps toward him on instinct. But Cliff is looking directly at Adam. "Let me in, mate." He pushes down his gym shorts, freeing his rock-hard cock.
The sight of my alpha’s bare, perfect body sends a bolt of heat straight through me that tightens my nipples against my shirt.
Our bond lights up as my clit begins to pulse, dark andprimal and overwhelming, and the combination of wild sensations makes slick gather between my thighs before I've drawn my next breath.
Cliff’s eyes flicker to me, then back to Adam. "Let us tend to you.”
Adam lets out a low and sharp growl that stops Cliff dead in his tracks. "No!" he barks. "Don't touch my nest!"
Cliff goes still.
On the other side of the bed, Raff takes half a step closer, and Adam's hand shoots out with a speed that’s almost shocking, swiping through the air in Raff's direction. The blankets fall away with the movement, and I get a clear view of Adam's cock.
It’s red and swollen and so clearly painful that my stomach clenches at the sight of it. A thick string of precum drips from the tip, landing softly on the blankets beneath him as he swipes out at Raff again.
I can't help but stare, wondering if this is what I look like when I’m in heat.
So completely out of control.
So painfully aroused that it hurts to breathe.
Adam pants and grunts as he moves another pillow, then his whole body goes rigid again, every muscle seizing at once. His spine curves inward, and the sound that comes out of him makes my heart beat so fast I have to press my hand flat against my chest.
I know exactly what that feels like.
The hollow, vicious, all-consuming emptiness of a heat.
The cramps that feel like your guts are being crushed. The desperate, primal need for contact and pressure and the specific scent of an alpha, any alpha,please, fuck me, fix me, mate me, rightnow!
My hands shake as Cliff and Raff’s scents double, filling my lungs. I close my eyes, trying to breathe through it.
"Omega," Raff purrs louder and my gaze snaps to him. "Let us take the pain away." He takes off his shirt and sweats, revealing his lean, tattooed body.
Adam's head lifts at the sound of Raff's voice.
His black eyes move over the alpha with a slow, glassy focus that breaks my heart a little.
“Come on, baby.” Raff grips his own thick cock and starts stroking himself with long, teasing strokes. His eyes never leave Adam's as he works his length, showing the omega exactly what he could have, what both alphas want to give him.
A bead of precum forms at the tip, and Raff spreads it with his thumb, his breath hitching slightly as he continues to stroke himself.
