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“You’re going into heat.” It wasn’t a question.

Before I could say another word, I was thrown over his shoulder and he was running straight through town. I didn’t take long to get back to my place.

“Merrick!” he yelled out as soon as we walked back in. Then lowered his voice for me. “I sent him back here just in case and Rook is talking to his bosses, trying to get answers. I’ll get them both.”

“What’s going on?” Merrick asked before he got closer and froze. Even though he was a beta I watched his nostrils flare and he looked up in shock.

“Heat curse,” I explained as quickly as I could then groaned as the first wave of pain hit me.

My traitorous body was already desperate for a knot.

“Please help. It hurts,” I begged, my voice laced in a whine. My head was swimming and my entire body was trying to curl in on itself to avoid the pain it knew was going to get worse.

“Get her up to the nest. I’m going to get my brother,” Dorian said urgently. Fur was starting to sprout along his arms as he fought to keep control. I could tell that it wasn’t easy on him to walk away from me once I was on my feet. Dorian’s instincts were strong on a good day, now they were downright lethal. The dominance in his voice alone sent a shiver of anticipation through me.

We’d still been getting to know each other for the past few weeks. I planned to spend more time with all of my mates one on one before my normal heat. This was not what I asked for.

“Come on, witchling,” Merrick said gently. His voice was so soothing that I relaxed into his side as he pulled me close and led me up the stairs.

I groaned as the cramps started again. This wasn’t just a heat. It was a heat on speed. Everything was amplified. Nothing should’ve started this quickly and I was frustrated. There was no time to properly nest or ease into it and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

As soon as he sat me down outside the nest, I grabbed his shirt, practically ripping it off of him in my haste. He complied easily, giving me exactly what I asked for. Merrick never would deny me, especially not in a moment like this.

“I don’t have a knot.” His voice was downright apologetic.

“Merrick, I don’t care. You’re enough, I promise,” I practically growled. My fingers desperately tore at his clothes.

There was no more reservation as Merrick struggled out of his clothes as quickly as possible. I stole those as well, stashing them into the empty crevices of the nest, filling it with my mates’ scents. When I was satisfied I set my sights back on Merrick, pulling him against me. My kisses were frantic and hungry as I devoured his mouth. My hips rocked against his as the ache grew stronger.

Everything felt wrong. My clothes were too itchy and rough, my sensitive skin desperate for only their skin against mine. Nothing else.

“I’ve got you, omega,” he promised, guiding me back to the nest and laying me down. My legs fell open in invitation, my scent perfuming in the air along with the intense, musky sweetness of my slick. Even his scent was strong in response and I breathed it in. Between his honey, vanilla, and caramel scent mixing with my caramel apple scent, we fit together perfectly. Sweet, tart, and cozy. My omega practically sighed in relief along with me.

My beta, who was usually shy, did not hesitate to fall between my legs. He buried his face between my thighs, licking a slow stripe through my pussy. He moaned at the taste of my slick before his tongue pierced into me, nose brushing against me as he tongue fucked me as deep as he could go.

He was demanding, his tongue forceful and his teeth sharp enough to sting. Then he’d tease his tongue around my clit with just enough pressure to send me bucking off the mattress.

I had no idea it would be like this with Merrick but the beta was full of surprises.

He devoured me as I desperately rocked against his face, demanding more of what my omega needed.

Merrick didn’t relent, forcing me to take every single bit of pleasure he gave me. Not letting me hide away from it. His hands pinned me down to the soft mattress of the nest as he fucked me with his tongue until I was screaming and falling apart on him, slick gushed over his face. He slowed down as I came down from the orgasm, cleaning the slick with slow, languid strokes that sent shivers through me.

I needed more and I didn’t want to be teased any longer at the same time. When the ache started again I scrambled forward and flipped to my stomach, pressing my face into the mattress and wiggling my ass in invitation.

My knees parted, giving him a full view of my glistening pussy, demanding that he fuck me now. I had a feeling in any other circumstance he’d be sweet and take it slow, but that was ripped away from us now.

I needed him too damn much for gentleness.

“Please, Merrick. I need you.”

He settled behind me and let his hands trail over my skin.

“You’re so hot,” he said. Even his touch felt icy cold against my overheated skin. I shivered again and shifted back, rubbing against him to urge him to take me.

I needed relief.

The protest died on my tongue as Merrick finally slid into me. He pulled back slowly before snapping his hips forward. My fingers slid under my body, teasing through the slick before circling my clit, desperate for another orgasm. I’d never felt so desperate for anyone in my life.