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I smile to myself, letting out a breath. Once I make the decision to forgive, it’s as if everything else fades away. I’m watching vaguely as the packs pour their liquids. Pack Six starts to pour theirs. They reach my vase.
And out of nowhere, a shout rises from above. We all turn in time to see Reese careening down the stairs, a battle cry on his lips as he storms straight for the Pack Six leader. He knocks the pitcher out of his hand. “NO!” he roars, turning and knocking all the vases to the ground. They smash there, spreading white roses across the white marble.
We all stare at the carnage in shock. The surprise doubles when all the roses turn black. Beatrice crows behind me, holding up her hands in a victory gesture that looks strange in her formal black gown. “I did it! Free the omegas!” she cackles. She races forward and kicks one of the roses. It flies through the air and hits Willard in the face. He howls as a thorn scratches his cheek, falling backward as if he’s been shot.
“Cut,” Jenn says in a weary voice. The cameras drop, and everyone looks around in collective shock.
“That escalated quickly,” Randy mutters to no one in particular.
Reese storms across the broken glass and grabs hold of me, pulling me against him. “Haven, I love you. I’m going to make you and Arlo pack, unless you can tell me right now you don’t want me.”
I stare up into his eyes, my breath coming in short, wild bursts. “I want you,” I manage to squeak. And his lips descend on mine, dominating, teasing, biting, claiming. He scoops me up in his arms and carries me up the stairs, screaming Arlo’s name. I look back long enough to see everyone watching us in shock. Beatrice waves, and Randy gives a thumbs up, but no one tries to stop us or follow us.
At the top of the stairs, Reese bellows for Arlo again. He puts me down before striding down the hall, calling for the third member of our almost-pack, opening and closing doors as he hunts for him. He disappears down a hallway, calling Arlo’s name, just as Arlo emerges from the omega dorm, looking sweaty and flushed, as I imagine I do.
Only then do I realize that he should be downstairs with the production crew. If he isn’t, it means something’s wrong.
“Arlo, what are you doing up here?” I ask, rushing toward him. “Are you sick…?” I trail off as I get close enough to smell him. Oh. He’s not sick—he’s in heat.
“Fuck, Haven, you look amazing,” Arlo rasps, staggering toward me, his eyes almost black with lust.
I reach out and touch him, that rainstorm scent strong and growing stronger.
“Fuck, both of you?” Reese groans as he reappears from the second hallway. He grabs me and scoops me back up in his arms, his body tense as he looks back and forth between us. “My room, now.”
Chapter Thirty-two
~Arlo~
When I talked to him earlier, Reese was clearly too distraught to wonder why I wasn’t downstairs for the ceremony; which was for the best, because I didn’t want to explain. I was trying to stay out of the way. My heat came on fast this time; or maybe it’s always like this, but I’m just not used to a drug-free heat. I didn’t want to get in the way. Didn’t want to cause any trouble. Looks like trouble found me…
And I couldn’t be happier about it.
Reese slams the door behind us and locks it. He walks to the bed and puts Haven down carefully before grabbing the edge of a bureau and pulling it toward the door.
“What are you doing?” Haven pants.
“Barricading us in,” Reese says tightly. “No one is going to interrupt us.” He turns to look at me. “Take off your clothes, Arlo.”
That alpha rumble makes my stomach tremble, and I reach for the buckle of my trousers. In seconds, I’m naked and standing in front of him. Reese turns to face Haven, who is sitting up on the bed, panting.
“You wanna suck him, Haven?”
“Fuck,” I hiss as her pupils blow, her slick scent growing stronger by the moment. Reese stalks back to the bed and grabs a pillow, grinning at me as he throws it at my feet. He offers Haven his hand, helping her off the bed.
“On your knees, Haven, baby,” Reese says, pointing.
Haven’s breath hitches as she kneels in front of me. She licks her lips, looking up at me like the exquisite human she is. Reese grabs hold of my cock and guides it into Haven’s waiting mouth. Her lips close around me, warm and hot. I let my head fall back, my eyes closed, as I give in to the pleasure of it.
A moment later, Reese steps up behind me. He’s naked now, his skin hot against my own. “Are you ready for me, Arlo?” he rumbles. His fingers find their way down my back and into the cleft of my ass. He purrs in approval as he finds me slick and ready. Positioning himself, he drives into me hard, pushing my hips forward into Haven’s waiting mouth.
I curse as Reese picks up his tempo behind me, ramming into me while Haven’s little hand curls around my shaft. She moans, and the vibration carries up my dick. Reese’s hand moves up to my neck, holding me upright as Haven and Reese take me from either side. They move around me, marking me, controlling me.
All too soon, I feel the pressure building, the fire increasing. “I’m gonna cum,” I pant. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
At my words, Reese pumps harder. I can feel his sac slapping a frantic beat against my taint. Haven’s lips purse as she sucks me, her hand moving faster.
“Cum, omega,” my alpha commands in my ear. And then he bites down, breaking the skin on my neck and leaving his claim on me.
