“I… I don’t think that’s it.” Panic filled Carlos’ voice and scent. “I… I think she’s in heat.”
“She can’t be. She’s on suppressants.” Not that they were infallible, but she had an implant–a good one.
“We’ve fucked her for hours and she still wants more. I think my dick’s going to fall off.” Carlos leaned against the doorway. “She’s also showing all the classic signs and asking for you.”
I popped up off the mattress. “Shite.”
Giving Dusty a quick kiss, I hurriedly followed Carlos into the bedroom.
The room was filled with her arousal… and so many pheromones.
The scent of her heat coated me, making me dizzy and my thighs rub together. There were also some other undertones. Not just their need. Something baser.
While she was on suppressants now, she hadn’t been on them at the academy, and I’d been part of a couple heats with her.
Carlos was right.
“Saoirse. I want Saoirse,” Fiona whined, arching her back as Hale fucked her.
“Carlos went to get her,” Hale murmured, as he fucked her, peppering her with little kisses.
“I’m right here, Mo Stóirín.” I climbed onto the bed. My lips brushed her hot forehead. I was unbothered by the fact that I was naked in front of Hale and Carlos–or that she was being fucked.
Becauseshewas my focus right now.
And there was no doubt that my sweet omega was in heat.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Fiona
Sheer delight filled my body over and over again. Lips caressed me, kissed me. Hands roamed over me, bringing me pleasure. Pretty words greeted my ears.Good omega. Sweet omega. Come for me, Omega. You’re so perfect.
Oh, how I loved all those words.Yes, tell me how amazing I was while making my body feel delightful.
Warmth and softness surrounded me, and I was glad I was no longer cold.
Still, I burned for more. More dicks. More knots. More orgasms.
I whined, needing to quench that fire inside me. Now.
“I know, Mi Reina,” a voice whispered, as kisses trailed over my neck sending shivers of pleasure though me.
“Come for me. You’ll feel so much better, Mo Stóirín,” another voice said, as someone ate my pussy.
Someone else fucked my ass. A mouth sucked on my neck.
“That’s it, Puddin’,” someone murmured.
“More,” I breathed, liking all of this quite a lot. Yet it wasn’t enough. While I felt worshiped, if this inferno in me didn’t go outsoon, it would consume me.
“I’ll make you feel better, Mi Reina,” a voice whispered, continuing to pay attention to my neck.
“What about this?” A knot pushed into me and pleasure exploded through me.
“More, more, that feels so good,” I cried, pulling someone to me and kissing them.
“You like that? Oh, I like that, Puddin’,” someone breathed.
