Kota rolled down the windows and threw worried looks our way. The fresh air barely dampened the pheromones wafting off of the delta.
Our two packmates in the front seats navigated through town, getting us to the estate at a speed that would usually get us pulled over.
I barely focused on the road or the others. My cock was hard and leaking, slick running down between my cheeks, my eyes glued to my mates as they made out.
It seemed that his delta was handling what the sane man couldn’t handle. He was building a connection between him and Roxie, whispering praises while claiming her with searing kisses.
It was hot as fuck to watch and the way she rocked against him, just as desperate, had her scent filling the car. It was driving every single one of us insane.
My omega wasn’t jealous in the least. He loved the sight. They were both ours and we just wanted to observe, and maybe join in.
Fuck, I was losing it, too, now.
Thank god for suppressants, I didn’t need a heat right now, too.
“It’s not perfect,” Kota said, looking back at us, “but there was a small guestroom that I think might just be dark enough to work as a den. He won’t let us help, but when you get in there pull the shades closed and I’ll shutter it from the outside.”
“Okay, we can handle that,” I reassured him since Roxie was whimpering and rocking over our delta.
“The lamp should be just enough for you to see, but he’s going to want it dark and cold. Until this passes, he isn’t going to let us come anywhere near you two.”
“If you don’t want to be part of his rut, Roxie, we will stop it.” Hayes promised. “Sitting next to him is one thing, going into his den is different.”
“Mine,” the delta growled. Anger pulsed in the air at the mention of anything coming between him and his omega.
“No, I want to be with Greer,” Roxie said, her voice so full of confidence he didn’t bother to argue.
Everything we were doing in this pack was backwards and too fast, but if it worked for us, that was all that mattered.
She was excited and open to being a part of his rut and so was I.
He’d always been so controlled before. They took rut blockers, but between the adrenaline from the game, finding another mate, and making up with me, it was too much for his delta.
It was dark, so I couldn’t make out what the estate looked like from the outside, but this big gate we went through was proof enough it was huge.
I helped pull Greer out of the car and he dragged Roxie with him. He wouldn’t let anyone else close, his teeth baring as he growled at the others when they tried.
Kota gave us directions to the room and, thankfully, they were easy enough to follow. I just wished we could have seen more of the estate.
Greer however wasn’t the patient type on a good day.
I pushed open the door that he’d directed us to. He was right, this room barely fit the queen-sized bed that filled up most of the space. I moved around it and pulled down the shades and curtains, blocking out any light from the outside.
With the door closed and the lamp on low, it was almost a cave.
Greer rumbled in approval before he was ripping off his clothes and coming towards us.
“Get the jersey off,” I hissed as we both dragged them over our heads and tossed them aside. We didn’t want it to trigger him.
That was all we managed to do before he rushed over to us, shredding our remaining clothing until there was nothing between us.
He looked almost feral, his chest heaving and muscles bulging. Even his cock was so hard it was an angry red, the knot already inflating as if beckoning us over.
He reached for Roxie first. I started a protest, worried it would be too much, but she waved me off.
“I promise you I can take this delta. Whatever he gives me.”
“Even his teeth?” I challenged. “He’s already tried to bite you.”
