Page 36 of Trick or Heat

I quirk my brow, intrigued. “Which one?”

“Draconis Wars.”

“Oh shit, really? That shit is so expensive. Yeah, I want to play it.”

“Good.” Raivat smiles like they just won the lottery. “Let’s get going then. It might take us all night to even scratch the surface of it.”

They start for the car but stop short when they realize I’m not following.

“Are you coming, Omega?” Raivat asks.

“Hm, I’m not sure.” I place my index finger on my chin and pretend to think. “I thought a good first date usually ended with a kiss, but it seems the alphas who took me out aren’t aware of proper date etiquette.”

They both pause and DJ’s grin grows tenfold.

“Oh, so you’re the bratty one,” he surveys, and I bite my lip to keep from smirking.

I shrug. “We can’t both be sweet.”

They both walk back toward me then, their walks slow and methodical. My heart beats harder with every leisurely step.

When they finally step in front of me, I inhale sharply. Their smiles are hungry, sending an arrow right through my chest.

“It’s a good thing we don’t mind a little spice, right, Raivat?”

He nods. “A good thing indeed.”

DJ kisses me first, the movement so efficient and thoughtful that it takes the air right from my lungs. His pumpkin scent is invigorating, creamy and sweet and burly. When he pulls back, his lips are wet and his gaze is intentional. His thumb brushes my bottom lip, and I feel my knees struggle to keep my body up.

He slowly turns me to Raivat, whose pupils are dilated from the display me and his pack mate just put on in the middle of this parking lot. His unique scent comes toward me now, making me just as needy for his touch. When it finally comes, I can’t help the omega whine that climbs up my throat from the gloriousness of it.

“Pretty omega,” he whispers, hovering above my lips. “Asking for what he wants. For what he needs.” He gets an inch closer, so close that I have to hold my breath waiting for the band between us to snap apart. “Do that, and we will give it to you. Every. Single. Time.”

I moan as he closes the distance, the sound swallowed up by his kiss.

His facial hair rubs over my skin in just the right way as the kiss becomes heated. I can’t help but run my fingers into his locks, pulling slightly to combat the neediness I feel in my gut. I know I was just joking before, but I want these two to try to get into my pants. I need it more than I need to breathe.

When was the last time I got laid outside of my heat? Now that I’m thinking about it, I realize it’s been a long freaking time.

Raivat pulls back, but a desperate whine coming from my throat stops him short.

“Is our omega feeling needy?” DJ asks, coming up behind me. His chest flanks my back, making me feel warm and fuzzy.

Raivat grins, pushing my hair behind my ears and letting his thumb linger over my cheek. “I think he is. Maybe games will have to wait until we take proper care of him.”

I clutch his shirt in my hands, pulling him closer. “Please.”

The plea falls out on autopilot, my body now in the driver’s seat over my normally sober inhibitions.

DJ picks me up then and carries me to the car. I’m not sure how we do it, but we squeeze in the back, immediately tugging at each other’s clothes and getting back to work.

“We have to be quick,” Raivat says. “We don’t want to be here past closing and draw attention.”

“We can make him come in five minutes,” DJ says confidently. I snort, ready to rebut, but then he kisses me, instantly stalling my protest and pulling a groan from my lips instead. He works on the button of my pants all while his tongue expertly dances with mine.

It’s intoxicating how quick he can wind me up. I could blame it on the blue balls I’ve had for months, but I know it’s not because of that. It’s because of how connected I feel to them. How heady his pumpkin eggnog scent makes me without a single touch from his hands.

When he gets my pants undone, he tugs both them and my boxers down below my ass, groaning when he gets to grip me tight.