3. SASHA

Chapter three

SASHA

Fairs are… not my thing. The constant squeals and excitement, the hot temperatures bordering on unbearable even in the spring. Thank the goddess for awnings and portable air conditioners that I can stick my face in front of until I'm shivering, irritable, and downright crabby. It is not my fault that somehow the spring fair coincided with my heat cycle. It wouldn't have been a problem if I had remembered my heat suppressants but I can barely remember to drink water. Who trusted me with pills?

A scowl escapes me as I return to resituating the leather crops on the shelves. This might be a family-friendly fair but the 18+ section toward the back is the only part I can suffer through. A different vibe than the rest of the grounds, offering a look into the chaotic world of kink and desire. The few shops and clubs in Ansdale work together, selling items during the day and offering shows at night .

My Alphas and I started Temple nearly four years ago, offering a rather scandalous take on Euphoria , a strip club on the other side of the city. We cater to different clientele but work harmoniously to supply the entire city with a little something. My gaze snags on their booth across the way and one of the girls throws me a tight smile. She's always been my favorite, the tattooed goddess a stark contrast to the other giggly Betas. Not my type but a passing conversation tells me that if she ever comes to Temple , drinks are on the house.

I return to straightening the leathers and then move on to the rainbow and iridescent butt plugs. The only reason my pack is out here is because of a stupid partnership with Kinky Delights , a store that supplies many products to the club. My Alphas thought it was a perfect idea to branch out. I, on the other hand, am not all that keen on helping run the booth for it every spring.

"Hey, where's your Alphas? They signed up for this. They should be here." The Kinky Delights' owner appears up from the back, eyes peeled for one or both of my mates to magically just pop up. He's been asking for them for the past half hour. Isn't it enough that their Omega is here? I've sold almost three hundred dollars worth of merchandise alone. "Sasha, it's part of the contract."

A laugh bubbles up from my throat, the Alpha looking at me in horror. As an Omega, I should bow my head and give the ultimate respect to Alphas and Betas—at least that's what society tells me but I didn't get to where I am today by rolling over and submitting. That's for the bedroom. Not here where my brand is more important than an Alpha having a fit over my attitude.

"With all due respect, Parker, the contract stated that we had to man the booth during the few events that Ansdale puts on so that you didn't have to close your shop. This booth is manned. By me." I tilt my head to the side, wondering if he'll push back. Antagonizing him a little has been exciting since we set up the booth.

I take a seat beside the opening, reaching up to finger the leather bind around my neck. It's my favorite piece, gifted to me by my Alphas last Christmas. The back half is a thick leather collar, the front a dress of chains that when pulled the right way, tightens its grip on my neck while pulling me forward. That's Amiri's favorite part of it. And Kolsen? Well, that Alpha likes to watch and his unbreakable concentration has me on edge every time.

Goddess, I'm hard just thinking about it.

My other hand slides across my bare chest, dark skin glistening from the oil I slathered on an hour ago as I flick the metal pierced through my nipples—yet another grand idea from a few years ago. I was hesitant at first but the heightened sensations of my Alphas' lips tugging and teasing while I'm in heat are everything.

Parker grunts, folding his arms across his chest. He's a few years older than my 30 but still younger than Kolsen by a good five. Unfortunately, the poor man looks like he's in his early 50s. "Look, Sasha. I appreciate your dedication. And even though you look like a Beta, you're still an Omega. Your Alphas should be here with you."

My playful expression drops and I stop teasing my piercings and collar, the fun from the moment ripped out from beneath me. His gaze is firmly locked onto the twin bites on either side of my neck, my Alphas' bonds a ball and chain where this Alpha is concerned. Parker is just another one of those Alphas that believe Omegas aren't good for much more than pleasing their mates. I'm sure he believes I should be in my nest, presenting my ass so that I can get fucked and knotted.

I probably shouldn't tell Parker that I have several nests and most of the time I'm dragging one or both of my Alphas into it so that I can ride them to high heaven.

"Parker-"

"Don't finish that," a gruff voice comes from my right before a finger tugs the metal links of my collar and drags me forward. My lips smash against Amiri's as I brace myself against the lip of the booth between us. I groan into the possessive kiss, realizing that he needs this moment to center himself again.

I may enjoy my social freedom but I fucking love when one or both of my Alphas possessively display who I belong to. "Ames, something on your mind?" I ask when I pull back, a little breathless. Parker has miraculously disappeared but he'll show up later to complain about something else. I glance around them and then frown. "Aren't you two supposed to be manning that kiss booth thing?" I can't imagine either one of them presenting a good front when it comes to those cheesy charity stands.

My mates are a little terrifying when people first meet them and Kolsen is kind of a dick when he wants to be. Amiri, as dominant as he is behind closed doors, is awkward in public. Case in point the way he straightens up and then pushes his glasses up his nose with one finger, his gray eyes wide with an innocence that doesn't make sense.

Kolsen doesn't answer as he steps inside the booth and sits on the stool I was previously occupying before dragging me into his lap. He stuffs his face into my neck, nibbling at the skin. That's when I catch the sweet undertones of spring and pomegranates and honey. I push against his chest, confused. "Wait, why do you smell like… I thought Amiri was kissing people." It's not an accusation, just a surprise.

I love my Alphas equally, maybe Kolsen just a little bit more for what life has put him through. Disfigured from a fire that he was saving my sorry ass from has made him unapproachable in many people's minds. If they only knew that he had fought my abusive ex-Alpha to get to me, maybe they'd give him a little grace. Outside of the patrons that go to Temple , many people avoid Kolsen. Add in the fact that he towers over nearly everyone, those broad shoulders remnant of a military career and missions he doesn't speak about and Kolsen doesn't find love easily.

Running my fingers across his scars, Kolsen leans into my touch as I wait for an answer.

"Ames met his crush, Sash," Kolsen rumbles. "The cute little Beta from the coffee shop he always goes on about."

My face brightens at the idea that I'll finally be able to meet the one woman who's been able to catch my Alpha's attention. We've always had an open relationship with one rule—no one in the nest. Experimentation has always been a heavy part of our pack and I love that one of them can find something they enjoy if I don't. I don't even care who they bring home or who they fuck so long as they stay away from my nests. We've never had a problem with the way our pack runs, especially since none of us have ever wanted to date any of our one-night stands. But the cafe girl Amiri constantly mentions has me enthralled.

His descriptions always make her seem so perfect. From her cute dresses to the smile that lights up a room and her nearly waist-length hair that he wants to run his fingers through… Amiri has definitely fallen for that woman.

"Wait? Did she kiss you? Is this her scent? Why is it on Kol? " I sniff again, finding the scent heaviest on Kolsen's lips. Curious, I kiss my Alpha, groaning as spring envelopes me in this warm cocoon of honey. "Holy shit, she kissed you. Where is she?" My own scent spikes, heat bleeding through my limbs. If I'm not careful, I'll have a true spike out here on the fairgrounds and the only way to get through it will be for one of my Alphas to knot me .

"Sasha," Kolsen growls as he wraps a fierce hand around my neck. "You aren't taking your heat suppressants." His thumb caresses the line of my jaw, softening the harshness of his words. The heat suppressants were my idea, the need to be able to truly lose myself in the business without the threat of slick and being out of commission for a week. I haven't had a real heat in almost a year and it's been a glorious change from the three-month cycle I used to be on.

"I missed a few doses and it's too late to start up again until the heat has passed."

"Why didn't you say something?" Amiri asks. "I thought you were a little off this morning but I thought that was just the fair thing."

"It's fine. I'm fine. Let's get back to the girl that tastes like spring. Where is she?" I try to twist out of Kolsen's hold but he has me locked down on his lap, Amiri moving into the booth to run a hand across my curls before taking up a seat beside us. "What aren't you two telling me?" Another tendril of heat spreads through me and it takes me a moment to realize that it has nothing to do with my impending heat and everything to do with her scent. "Fuck, she's ours, isn't she? Why didn't you-"

Amiri glares at me and I just huff, impatient for an answer to all my questions. I know that Amiri won't give them to me, however. He doesn't speak much, preferring to be the one in the background until the doors are closed. Then every dirty, nasty word that comes from his lips has me on fire and aching for him.

Kolsen turns me around until my back is against his chest, his arms banded around my waist. He presses his cheek against mine as we look over at Amiri. "I had never met Ames' crush before either but she's gorgeous. The funniest thing is that the church has been hiding away our mate."

I pause. "What are you talking about? "

"Our mate, Ames' crush here, is Ezra's daughter." Kolsen chuckles, the sound shooting straight for my dick.

The pastor's daughter? That's impossible. It also makes me all sorts of excited knowing that if she lets us, I will enjoy every last minute ruining her.

Just as I'm about to comment on it, Amiri is in front of me, tugging on the metal around my neck. The gesture only makes me smile like the shit that I am as I lick my lips. "Are you going to play with me in public Alpha?"

His gray eyes darken to nearly black and for a moment, I think he might break loose. He doesn't but every muscle in his jaw tightens and his nostrils flare as my scent sweetens. "Sasha, do not test my restraint or I will have you crying for my knot tonight and I won't give it to you. " An Alpha denying their Omega a knot? The threat should have me furious. It has the opposite effect, though, as I sigh and lean forward, desperate for a kiss.

Kolsen keeps me seated on his lap, even as his cock thickens against my ass. "Ames, back off. Our Omega is starting to perfume and we have a few hours before we can go back home. As much as I enjoy a public show, not here. " His gruff voice ruins the moment but does nothing to dissipate the heat running through me.

"I could use a good hard fuck right now."

My Alphas chuckle, Amiri releasing me and Kolsen pushing me to my feet. "And you would have had one this morning before we left if we knew you weren't on your suppressants."

"We have work to do."

"And your heat is not an obstacle to that. It's a part of our lives. A very enjoyable part of that. You do not need to suppress it for us or anyone else," Kolsen purrs. He lovingly pats my ass before nodding to the front. "Let's finish up here and then we can go home to give you what you need."

I'm 100% down for that, especially if it involves Amiri taking charge like he usually does. I would love it if the pastor's daughter could join but she'll be in my bed soon enough.

I can feel it.

The mid-afternoon rush died down a little while ago, only a few stragglers popping up here and there so it's going to be pretty quiet from here on out.

"Just one question, Sash. Why are you shirtless?"

I wondered how long it would take either of them to mention it. Twisting around, I catch the most beautiful sight, both of my Alphas leaning back slightly, their legs spread, thick bulges between them. My mouth waters at the sight, knowing exactly what I'm going to be eating for dinner. When Amiri clears his throat, I just shrug. "Sells more shit. Parker wasn't happy that you two left me here, though. Thinks I'm not much by myself."

"Then Parker can start sending his people here to sell his own shit."

We share a collective laugh before I lean my head out of the booth to hopefully catch someone else looking for a few new toys to try. As long as they don't pick the purple and green iridescent butt plug on the third shelf. That one's calling my name.