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“Three rooms, Omega,” he corrects. “Of course, Chief here had to claim the bridal suite as his.”
Rhett gives Luca a flat look. “It has the most space. You know why I needed it for practical reasons.”
“Not symbolic, right.”
“Keep running that smart mouth and see where it gets you.”
“If it’s muzzled and tied down, then we both know that you’re threatening us both with a good time. Your growling lacks credibility.”
The air sparks between them, thick with pheromones.
My pulse pounds at being caught between two such dominant Alphas.
Angel laughs, however, gripping me by the shoulders and pulling me away to stand in front of the door. “Want to have a sneak look at one of the rooms?”
Excitement rushes through me. “Can I?”
“Your heat will likely hit tomorrow. The clinic suggested that we hold a scenting session. Where better than a bridal suite?”
“Scenting?”
Rhett prowls behind me.
“I will hold you down,” Rhett leans down to murmur into my ear, and I shiver. His large hands rest lightly on my hips. “Then we will surround you with our scents, until you can’t think about anything else. Would you like that, good Omega? To be overwhelmed with your Alphas’ scents, until you don’t need to even think?”
My breath catches.
How does Rhett manage to do that? To reach inside my head and see my hidden desires? To understand my needs that I am too scared to voice?
“Yes,” I whisper, “please.”
“You beg so prettily.” Rhett kisses the sensitive place behind my ear that makes my knees buckle. He tightens his hold on my hips. “You’ll beg even more prettily when I am stretching your pussy with my cock.”
He slips one hand between my thighs, and I eagerly widen them to ride his hand, as he teases it underneath the olive jacket.
I flush, as he forces me to do the work. I can’t help it, unable to stay still at the delicious sensation.
He chuckles, dark and dominant. His breath gusts against my ear.
I rub against his hand, chasing the orgasm.
Almost there.
“Open the door,” Rhett says coolly like he doesn’t have an Omega using him as an Alpha sex toy. “Show my Omega the first nest.”
Angel shoves open the door.
Then just as I am tottering on the precipice of a staggering orgasm, Rhett pulls back his hand, and he pushes me forward through the doorway.
Denied the orgasm, I let out a frustrated howl. “Wait…”
“Just think how much better it’ll be when I do let you come.” Rhett grabs me by the scruff of the neck and directs me into the bridal suite.
Except, it’s nothing like any bridal suite I’ve seen or imagined.
This is all for me…? Rhett designed this? Luca built it?
The room is the grandest in the inn, which I bet is the reason that Rhett chose it as his, with green wallpaper, a large antique walnut wardrobe, and an ornate cedar chest.
