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Fuck.
I’m shaking.
Need to make her better.
“Give.” I whip Bish and rip Solly from his frozen arms.
Dragging her flat to the padded bench, I touch her everywhere, hooking my leg over her hip, hugging her back, tucking her head under my chin.
I hug her so tight we could fly through a brushfire, and she’d smell like maple bacon instead of smoke, but that fucking whine won’t stop.
Solly’s lemon sharpens, blades instead of glaze.
Holy fucking panic.
My mate’s distress drags out my fuzziest purr.
I lean into the instincts, purring louder, harder, but it’s not enough. “What is this? How do I make her stop?”
Reese fucking bodies Bish, collar-tossing him across the aisle. “Why’s she making that sound?”
Bish slams into a seat, shirt all fucked, but he doesn’t twitch to straighten his clothes. Haunted, he stares at the girl keening in my arms. “I don’t know.”
“Fuck.” Reese rips off his shirt. “Move.”
I push into the metal wall, making room. Reese squeezes on the bench. Hugging wherever he can latch a body part, he sandwiches Solly between us.
He smells like chocolate bread rolls, and his rumbly purr insta-syncs with mine.
One alpha wasn’t enough.
Between two alphas, Solly softens like pudding.
When she relaxes, her whine dies.
“You’re safe,” Reese whispers.
My organs stop bleeding, but I’m dripping cold sweat.
I can’t hold my mate any tighter without squeezing her out of her skin.
So why does she feel a million miles away?
My throat throbs, desperate for her bite.
Bish tucks a blanket around us, then settles at our feet to stroke Solly’s ankles. I can’t hear his purr over the engine, but Solly eases even more when he joins our cuddle-pile.
Either Jin senses her need, or the pilot kicked his ass out of the cockpit for takeoff.
“Kairo tried to ground us, but—” Jin’s nostrils flare. He staggers as the plane picks up speed. “What happened?”
Reese rumbles. “Bishop fed our mate his anxiety meds.”
“Why would he do that?” Jin drops to his knees.
“I’m afraid you’re about to find out.” Bish grips Solly’s ankle. “Hold on to her.”
The engine screams. I try to brace, praying he’s wrong.
