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"Nobody can see, baby. We wouldn't let anyone else see what we can do to you. Only us."
I clench around Hudson's fingers and look around, realizing Maverick is right. It's too dark in here, with only the intermittent flashing of the strobe lights to illuminate where we are. Nobody is looking in our direction, and if they do, Hudson and Maverick's massive frames hide what they're doing. The little tension left in me drains at the realization, and Hudson adds a second finger when he feels me open my thighs a little more in invitation.
"Perfect, dirty omega," he grins wickedly, slamming his fingers in and out of me. I'm climbing higher and higher with each thrust. I look down to watch his fingers disappearing in me, and the sight of my release glistening on his fingers and hand throws me over the edge. Heat washes through me as I ride the euphoric wave, Hudson thrusting lazily in and out until I come down. He pulls out when I stop pulsing around him. I look up and smile blissfully at him as he leans down to kiss me. There are about ten seconds of pleasure, of leisurely kissing Hudson, before a vicious pain tears through my stomach, making me bend over in agony, trying to breath through it.
Maverick's hold on me is steadfast, stopping me from falling to the floor and curling up as another stabbing sensation starts up. "Summer, wha—" he starts to say and then stiffens as copious amounts of my perfume saturate the air. "Oh," he chokes out, head leaning away from me and veins popping out at the effort it takes to control his alpha side. That's the bitch about biology. Animal instinct takes over and fucks with your control.
I glance around anxiously, and I can see exactly when my perfume starts to hit everyone. In a rippling sensation, every alpha in the building turns their head my way as my scent hits them. Half of them look away almost immediately, my scent thankfully not appealing to them. But the other half look almost as affected as Maverick—and Hudson, I realize on a glance—and start to walk toward me. Hudson and Maverick both let out threatening growls that stop a lot of them, shaking them from an almost stupor-like trance.
"We have to get her out of here before she throws everyone into a damn rut," Maverick growls, his voice dangerous in a way that sends shivers through me. Another round of pain hits, and I throw an arm over my stomach to try to soothe the ache.
"We can take her to the pack house?" Hudson says, sounding more questioning than confident.
"No, take her to her apartment. She needs her nest," Ava butts in, looking at me with a worried expression. "Is that okay, babe? Are you comfortable with that?" I really didn't want them to see the closet my landlord calls an apartment, but wave after wave of need hits me, so much that I'm starting to feel nauseous. I nod. I'm not afraid ofthem,so I push my embarrassment aside.
Seeing that there isn't any chance I'm about to stand up straight and walk on my own, Maverick swoops down and grabs me under my knees to carry me bridal style out of the building. Hudson leads, aggressively shoving any alpha out of the way that tries to step toward me. The heat hormones are riding me hard because the sight of him growling and charging through the building, red-faced and steam practically billowing out of his ears, makes me even more needy for him.
Finally, fresh air hits my face, and I hear Hudson say, "I'll grab a cab."
Maverick hisses back before he can even raise his hand. "Are you insane? Do you want to cause a wreck? She's giving off enough pheromones to throw even a beta into a damn rut."
It's not biologically possible for a beta to go into rut. Only alphas can do that, and it's a reaction to an omega heat. Strong alphas can hold it off through sheer force of will, but others embrace it because when an alphas in rut and an omegas in heat, that's as close to a guarantee as you can get if your goal is to get pregnant. I'd know.
"So what, we walk? It's fifteen minutes by foot to her place." Hudson paces in front of us, adjusting his pants. Their scents are so much more clear out here, away from the overwhelming cocktail inside the building. I turn my face into Maverick's neck and sniff. His is more citrusy than bourbon right now, and a needy whine breaks free as I wiggle in his arms.
"What are you—" Maverick asks, but I've maneuvered from his bridal carry to wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Need ratchets through me, gnawing at my core, begging for some friction. His hands land under my ass, holding me tightly to him as I grind down on him. I'm too high up to get to where I really want, but the friction is still there, and he groans just the same. He drops me down a little until I'm poised right above his erection straining against his zipper, and I purr in approval, mindlessly dry humping him in the middle of the street.
"Mav! Not the place, we need to get her home," Hudson growls, yanking me from Maverick's arms and into his own, to which Maverick lets out a vicious snarl. "Bite me, asshole. I'm not about to let you mount her on the street. You gonna knot her out here for everyone to see?" Hudson hisses.
That stops the snarl bubbling out of him, and he shakes his head, trying to break free of the urges riding him. But I'm not really listening anymore, too focused on the licking, biting kisses I'm trailing along Hudson's neck. He tastes so sweet. Addictive.
Maverick barks a laugh. "Not so easy now, huh, dick?"
"Shut up," Hudson grumbles and then starts walking fast down the street, Maverick at his side. Twinges continue to hit me, now spreading out from my stomach to my back and sides. Soon my whole body will be one aching, writhing mess of pain until my heat is over or it gets some relief. I must be whining because Hudson's chest starts to vibrate as he purrs. It does a little to soothe me, but it's not enough. "I know, pretty girl. We're almost there. I'm so sorry," his voice is gentle, trying in vain to calm my racing heart.
I don't know how long it's been when I hear him speak again. "We need a key, baby girl," I lift my head and see we've made it to my apartment. My head swims, the world tilts, and I'm squirming until Hudson has no choice but to drop me. I make it as far as the bushes beside the doors before falling to my knees. The bite of pain there is barely noticeable to the cramp in my stomach as I keel over and vomit everything I consumed in the past few hours.
"Shit," I hear one of them say before my hair is pulled away from my face in time for another wave of nausea to hit. I go until there's nothing but bile left, and my whole body aches. Shivers travel through me, and I'm shaking as I hand Maverick the key to the building that I had looped through a hair tie and was wearing on my wrist. Hudson scoops me back up in his arms. I don't even have the bandwidth to ask how they know which apartment is mine as they rush to it.
They open my door, and I'm hurtling to the toilet, making it just in time to dry heave again. The pain is becoming unbearable. Swishing mouthwash is all I can muster before curling into a ball. "Please, make it stop," I cry, tears rolling down my cheeks. Sweat is starting to bead along my skin, my body overheating.
"Let's get you in your nest." Someone touches me, and I sigh at the contact. Feeling better almost immediately, but now my clothes feel like steel wool against my skin. They're itchy and grating, so I start tugging at them, a slight growl in my voice when they don't just rip off me when I pull. Hands are under my armpits, pulling me to standing.
"Here." Fingers pull my chin up, and I'm staring at Maverick's face. "I'll do it," he says gently. Just as he touches the hem of my dress, a thought trickles through my fuzzy mind. A face, really.
"Don't," I whimper. His face drops like he's hurt before it smoothes back out.
"You don't want me here to help?" his voice is even, waiting patiently for an answer. "Do you just want Hudson?" My eyes dart between the two before landing back on Maverick. I do want them both. Need them both. My body is aching for their knots, and I'm not above begging. But then Mason's face is there again, and I know I can't be the rift between Maverick and him.
"I don't want to h-hurt him." Tears are pooling again. At the pain I feel knowing Maverick's about to leave and the spasming in my stomach. Another wave of perfume bursts out, my body at odds with my head.
Hudson and Maverick look at each other and frown. "Who, pretty girl?" Hudson asks gently.
But I can't answer. There's a lump in my throat that I can't speak through, but I stare at Maverick long enough that I almost see the light bulb moment hit him. "Mason," he whispers. I'm nodding my head, letting the tears fall. Without answering, Maverick swoops me up and deposits me on my bed, springs squeaking in protest.
"Mason would want to do anything to help you feel better. He'd wantmeto do anything to make you feel better," he implores, leaning over me and staring in my eyes. There's pain behind his golden brown orbs as he waits for my answer.
"He's right, pretty girl. Let us help you through this. Please," Hudson chokes out the last word, like he's in pain, too.
