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“Baby,” he said, and his voice was sharp, a command. I froze. “Baby,” he said, softer. “I want you to wait for me. Don’t touch. I need you to listen to me for a minute, okay?”
“Yes, okay, but–”
“No, listen, Mad–baby. We’re almost there. I want you to hang on for just a few more minutes. Can you tell me how you feel?”
How did I feel? I felt–I tried to think. I felt warm, and woozy, and needy, I wanted Gray to touch me. I wanted his hands on me. I felt… “Empty,” I moaned.
“Fuck,” he said, and I couldn’t help the way my body responded, my pussy clenching around nothing, releasing a gush of wetness over the expensive upholstery.
“Alpha,please,” I said.
“Okay, baby,” he said, and his knuckles were deathly white against the black leather of the steering wheel now. “Okay, just…fuck it.” He took a hard right turn, and I had to grasp the center console and the door to keep myself upright. “You want me, baby? Then I’m here.”
CHAPTERTWENTY
Lucas
I waselbows deep in carrot peelings when I felt the buzz in my back pocket.
It was just like Gray to invite Madison over for a home cooked dinner and then also volunteer himself to go pick her up, leaving Rian and I to cook. At least Rian was a good head chef–I had been relegated years ago to the menial tasks. Hence, carrot peelings. I decided to let it ring.
“You going to get that?” Rian asked, tossing a saute pan full of veggies with one hand.
“It’s probably just Gray calling to gloat,” I grumbled.
“Or it could be Gray calling to say he’s picked up Thai,” Rian said, and I could hear his grin.
“Sure, in a dimension parallel to ours, that’s statistically likely,” I said, but cocked my hip. “Can you..?” I made a helpless gesture with my hands full of carrot and peeler.
Rian turned down the heat on his pan and stepped close to me–closer than necessary. He slipped his hands–both of them–into my back pockets, giving my ass a squeeze. I jerked forward, dropping my carrot as he retrieved my ringing cell phone. The half-peeled vegetable rolled off the butcher block, and Rian smirked, shaking his head.
“What are those hands even for,” he said, then–“alpha?”
“Youknowwhat they’re for–” I started, but Rian was holding my phone to his ear.
“Please say you’re calling to tell us you got Thai, Gray,” he said without preamble. “Lucas can’t even peel a carrot, you’d think he’d be better at phallus-shaped objects by now but apparently–”
He went suddenly silent, his eyes widening.
“What?” I hissed, but he just held the phone against my ear. “Gray, what?”
Then I heard it. A moan, breathy and sweet, unfamiliar but unmistakable: omega.Madison.
“She’s safe, Lucas,” Gray’s voice cut across the sound, and I wanted more than anything for him to shut up, for him to let me listen to the sound of our omega moaning, but he continued. “But she’s–she’s in pre-heat.” He sounded flustered. Unusual for him. “Or, I don’t know–maybe she’s going into heat, I’m not sure.”
“Her heat isn’t supposed to be until next week,” I said. I realized even as I said it that it was an inane statement. All the blood had obviously vacated my brain. I knew exactly where it had relocated to: my pants were feeling suddenly tight.
“No shit,” Gray said over the phone, his voice sounding strained. “but–”
There was a slick, wet sound, and another moan, and I interrupted. “Are you–?”
Rian’s eyes were wide, and looking at him, I could tell he knew just what I was asking. His chest rose and fell under his shirt.
“Say hello to Lucas and Rian for me, baby.”
I stood frozen for a moment as a low whine traveled through my phone and directly into my dick, and then Madison’s voice: “oh, oh,oh–”
Rian grabbed for the phone, pressing the icon to put it on speaker, and the last of her deliciousohs rang loud through the kitchen. “Fuck, Luc,” he whispered, looking from the phone to me and back to the phone. “She’s going into heat?” I nodded. “How far away are you?” he said loudly, into the speaker.
