Page 52 of Trick or Heat

“I am when it comes to you two.”

The others crawl over then, piling around us and snuggling close.

“I can’t believe we’re a pack,” DJ says as he kisses Casey’s cheek.

“It’s wild,” Raivat agrees, to which I nod. It’s quiet for a few moments, all of us breathing softly as we rest our bodies and indulge in our first cuddle post-bonding.

Then someone’s breathing kicks up a notch, and my eyes instinctually go to Casey. He’s curling into my side, but his chest is moving rapidly.

My brows scrunch. “Casey?”

“El—” Casey starts, his eyes drooping slightly.

My heart drops. “What’s wrong?”

“H-Hot,” is all he can get out before he winces in pain.

Oh no.

I put my hand on his forehead, his skin smoldering to the touch. “Shit, his heat is starting.”

“It’s coming on fast,” Raivat comments, sitting up. “We don’t have time to get everything ready. We’ll have to rely on deliveries.”

“On it,” Brodie comments, moving swiftly. “My phone’s in the living room. I’ll be back in one moment.”

Suddenly, there’s a growl filling the space, the sound rough and deep and—oddly enough—arousing.

DJ’s canines flash, his pupils dilated into two black orbs. “Omega.”

Casey whines, and I can’t process what’s happening until DJ is on top of him. His scent is blown out, covering the room in pumpkin, and I let out a gasp.

He’s in rut.

TWENTY-THREE

“Omega.” The alpha crawls on top of me, his body warm and his hands just the right amount of rough. Other hands are there immediately, trying to rip the alpha off me as a growl permeates in his chest.

The vibration of it feels so good against me.

“DJ, stop,” someone barks, and that has the alpha freezing right where his teeth sit above my jugular. I let out a pitiful whine.

“Casey, he’s already bit you. He doesn’t need to make a new one.”

As they say that, my hand goes to the other side of my neck where a bond mark sits. The feeling tingles as my fingers slide over it, the feeling foreign and a little bit sore, but also glorious.

Why won’t someone fuck me already?

“Soon, Omega,” one of them responds. I don’t have it in me to care that the statement somehow slipped out, because my stomach hurts and there’s only one thing I need to make it stop.

And they are keeping it from me.

The girl—my girl—speaks up. “Maybe we can let them,” she whispers.

The other alpha blinks at her. “What? What if he’s too rough?”

She shrugs. “Casey likes it rough, Raivat.”

I nod, knowing it’s true. Knowing that I need it more than I need air.