Chapter 20

CHAPTER 20

I can’t run to the bathroom fast enough as I hold my hand over my mouth and nose.

My heart rate is erratic and my hands are shaking as I swing open the bathroom door and head to the mirror. I take a hard look at myself as the reality of what I just learned hits me.

Max Connery is my scent match.

His eucalyptus and pine scent was like getting smacked in the face. As soon as I scented him, I felt it.

A pull so undeniable it felt like my only course of action was to run away and take a moment to breathe. If I hadn’t, I’m not sure I’d be able to resist climbing him and begging him to take me right then and there.

Fuck.

The man I’ve already decided is my Alpha hates my scent match.

I turn the faucet on and splash my face with cold water, not caring about fucking up my makeup. I just need to calm down. I need the remnants of his scent to wash away so I can think rationally.

My fingers are gripping the countertop so hard that my knuckles are white. I scream as I look into the mirror. A giant fucking fox stands behind me in my reflection, nearly giving me a heart attack until my brain catches up with my eyes.

It’s just Ethan.

Ethan. I need Ethan. He’ll make all of this feel better.

I clutch my chest, and Ethan removes the head of the costume.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. Are you okay?” he asks, and I shake my head.

I want to cry, scream, and dance all at the same time.

While I’ve always believed in true love and romance, I never really believed I’d ever find a scent match. It’s a miracle and a huge blessing. Not to mention, it doesn’t hurt that I already like Max as a person and find him attractive.

But then there’s also Ethan and Bram, the two men I’ve chosen. One of which who does not get along with my scent match. I have everything falling right into my lap, but it’s also complicated and messy.

There’s also the fact that after scenting Max, I’m incredibly turned on. It’s a level of horniness that I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced. It’s almost like if someone doesn’t touch me soon, I might combust.

This is such a damn mess.

“Sloane, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Ethan asks, gently putting the fox head on the counter as he approaches me.

He places an orange, furry hand on my hip, and it’s nearly enough for me to calm down after everything that’s happened. It’s so stupid and silly, and it makes me realize how much more I need validation from Ethan right now.

He’s been so standoffish since the incident. Not only do I need to be touched, I specifically need Ethan’s reassurance.

“Kiss me,” I tell him.

He swallows but does as I ask, leaning down and kissing me. The tender moment quickly fades as reality hits me. What if someone walks in and sees this man half dressed as a fox with his paws all over me?

Ethan pulls back and searches my face.

“What happened?”

Do I tell him everything?

I hate lying, but I also worry that if Bram finds out now, he’ll maybe change his mind. Maybe I’m not giving him enough credit, but the man holds a grudge like no other. He hasn’t been jealous of Ethan, but how would he feel about Max being my scent match?

I lick my lips, and it’s almost like I can taste Max’s clean, sharp scent.

It makes me wet, and I’m thankful that Ethan isn’t an Alpha. He might scent or be able to tell that I’m turned on, but he doesn’t know the extent.

I’m nearly on the edge of losing it. I need him; I need this spiraling feeling to go away.

“Whatever you need, Sloane. Just tell me, and I’ll make it happen.”

I glance up at him. Maybe if I come, then I’ll be able to think a little more clearly.

“Touch me,” I whisper.

I need it not only to dull this ache, but I also miss Ethan. I want him to be sexual with me again. He looks skeptical, and I won’t push him on it, but fuck. I need something.

“Please, Ethan.”

He holds up his fox paws like he’s asking what he’s supposed to do with the suit.

“Take it off,” I tell him, and he swallows thickly. I’m into a lot of things, but adding furry to the list isn’t one of them.

“Here?” he asks, looking around the bathroom, and I nod my head.

I need him right now; I need some clarity and this foreign feeling to go away. Not being in control of my emotions is frustrating. But I’m given some relief as Ethan takes off the costume and puts it on top of the counter.

He’s wearing a simple white T-shirt and a pair of salaciously tiny pair of shorts.

I grab a fistful of his shirt.

“Please, Ethan.”

He licks his lips and searches my face. “Are you going into heat?”

“No,” I reply.

I know I’m not, but it feels like something akin to it. Are mini heats a thing? Or pre-heat. I don’t fucking know. All I know is Max set this off, and it could be a lot worse.

“You’re sure?” he asks, his hands nearly shaking as he pushes back my hair and cups my face.

“I told you, I’m not going anywhere.”

He leans forward and kisses me. It’s soft and delicate and absolutely not what I want right now.

I pull down his shorts and fist his hardening cock, making him moan against my lips.

Yes, that’s exactly what I need right now.

Touch me, fuck me, claim me.

Ethan grabs me by the hips and lifts me onto the counter where I shimmy out of my panties, fisting them and putting them on my counter before pulling my dress up.

Yes. This is what I need.

“You’ll need to pull out,” I tell him, wrapping my legs around him and tugging him close to me.

“What?” he asks, his eyes going wide as I grab his length and line it up.

“Pull out,” I tell him again, pushing him forward.

One of his hands grips my hip as the other is flat on the counter, supporting his weight as he slides into me.

His cock is perfect and hits that right spot deep inside of me.

“Yes. Harder,” I tell him.

His hand pulls away from the counter to cradle the back of my head as he kisses me roughly while he fucks me against the counter. It isn’t tender or soft, it’s everything I need.

It feels like his fingertips are digging into my skin, and I hope they leave a mark. I need a lingering reminder of just how good Ethan can make me feel.

His ass muscles flex under the press of my heels, and my thighs slap against his with every thrust. I clutch on to Ethan like a lifeline.

He feels safe, even while he fucks me roughly.

Such a good Beta, being there for me when I need him the most. I’ve made the right choice.

His teeth graze against my bottom lip as I lean back on the counter. I let myself slip into the bliss that is his body against mine. Nothing matters right now, just this.

A clearing of a throat startles both of us, and we pause, embarrassment heating my cheeks as I look over Ethan’s shoulder. He doesn’t even move, keeping me covered even though his ass is probably on display. I let out a sigh of relief when I realize who was watching our impromptu bathroom fuck.

“Lock the door next time,” Bram says, flicking the lock himself. “What do we have here?”

“Fuck,” Ethan hisses.

He pulls most of the way out before pushing back into me. Knowing it’s Bram lets some of my shame slip away. If anything, it’s only made things hotter. Shame disappears completely when Bram approaches us and stands behind Ethan.

He presses his large chest against Ethan’s back and shoves him deeper into me.

I absolutely love the look of them together. My pussy is full with Ethan’s cock, but my heart swells, seeing them get along. I try to push away all the other feelings because this is always what I wanted, a pack who all love each other.

“You smell so fucking good,” Bram says, and both Ethan and I shiver. “Did our Beta get you so hot and bothered you had to fuck him during a charity event?” he asks.

The words are crass and yet somehow sexy at the same time.

Bram’s one hand slides into Ethan’s messy, dark hair, and I nearly come on the spot as he tugs on the strands and pulls Ethan’s head back, exposing his neck.

“Couldn’t control yourself?” he says against Ethan’s face. “Can’t blame you. Our girl is something, isn’t she?”

Ethan hisses, his thrusts increasing in pace as his hips snap against mine.

Bram’s other hand lightly collars my throat, and I lick my lips as I look at him. His earthly scent cocoons me, and it’s like I can breathe again.

“You look so pretty when you’re getting fucked.”

If his hand wasn’t around my throat, the back of my head would probably fall back and hit the mirror.

Ethan is glancing down at where we’re connected, and my gaze rotates between Ethan’s and Bram’s.

“Are you going to make her come? Or do you need help?” Bram asks Ethan, and I moan.

Bram’s hand trails down my body where his fingers strum my clit. His lips descend on Ethan’s neck, kissing his dewy skin, and I lose it.

All semblance of rational thought escapes me as I come around Ethan’s cock and Bram’s fingers. The orgasm is as wicked as it is desperate, and I fall back against the mirror as Ethan’s hips snap against mine.

He’s shuddering, close to finishing, as he pulls out. I expect him to stroke his cock and cover me with his cum.

But instead, Bram falls to his knees and takes Ethan’s cock into his mouth. He fists the base of his shaft while his lips wrap around the head of his cock, sucking out his release. I feel like I could come again, knowing that Ethan is spilling down his throat and that his cock tastes like me.

Ethan’s one hand is gripping my thigh for dear life while the other holds his shirt up as Bram sucks him off.

Bram groans and glances up at the Beta as he swallows every drop. Ethan and I are panting, and I suppose I expected Bram to immediately stand up, but he doesn’t. He grabs my hips and drags me to the edge of the counter where his tongue descends on my messy, wet pussy.

I moan as he licks me up. He isn’t going down on me; instead, he uses his tongue to clean me. It feels like a form of worship I’ve never had before.

It’s a level of care I never could have anticipated, and it hits me like a ton of bricks.

I’m in love with Bram.

Him cleaning my pussy in a public bathroom shouldn’t be the moment I realize that, but here we are.

It sinks like a rock in my chest.

There’s no way I can deny Max as my scent match. Physically and mentally, it’s impossible for me.

But I also can’t let Bram go either.

The large Alpha stands to his feet and grabs the back of my neck, forcing my face near his. He kisses me, spearing his tongue into my mouth so I can taste both Ethan and myself. I hum against his tongue, feeling so cared for and so confused at the same time.

What do I do?

Do I tell Bram right now? Do I tell Max?

Bram pulls back from the kiss, and the way he looks at me like I’m his entire world has me swallowing back any words that threaten to fall out. He’s falling for me too, and this may just break his heart.

I glance over at Ethan who is slightly dumbfounded like he doesn’t know how this all spiraled out of control either.

“Are you okay, liefje ?”

“What does that mean?”

Bram clears his throat and rubs his mouth with the back of his hand.

“The Dutch aren’t the fondest of pet names, but it roughly means darling, someone you care for.”

I swallow heavily.

“I like it.”

He pushes my hair back as Ethan washes his hands and starts putting the mascot costume back on.

“You went down on Ethan,” I say lamely, and Bram shrugs his shoulders.

“He seemed to like it.”

“I did like it, but I’m still very confused how the fuck all of this even happened,” Ethan says with furrowed brows as he slides his arms into his uniform.

“How did this happen?” Bram asks.

I shrug. “I was just feeling needy,” I say, wondering if he can tell I’m holding back the whole truth.

The Alpha puts his hand on my forehead and seems pleased that I don’t have a fever.

“No running into bathrooms by yourself anymore, okay? If you’re not feeling great, you come get one of us. I don’t like the idea of your scent attracting other Alphas.”

I sniff my shirt. “I have deodorizers on when I work.”

“Well, whatever was going on, your scent’s strong as fuck right now. They aren’t working.”

My cheeks heat, and Ethan has Finnegan’s head under his arm.

“I’ve gotta get back out there and take some more pictures with the kids. We can… uh… talk about this later?”

I nod, and he leans down and kisses me softly. He glances at Bram, and I smile as the two of them briefly kiss.

Ethan unlocks the door and leaves me and Bram here on the counter.

“What happened?” he asks, brushing my hair off my shoulders.

I don’t know why, but the question makes me cry.

Fuck.

Bram grabs the back of my head and rests it on his chest. Surely, whatever happened between him and Max isn’t completely irreparable. I need them both, so I’ll just have to figure out a way to make this work.

He rubs my back soothingly, and I start to calm down.

Bram uses his thumbs to wipe from under my eyes.

“Let’s get you home.”

“But I was supposed to be handling the live for the event.”

“They’ve already met the funding goal. I’m not going to have you out there smelling like this. Also, your makeup is a bit?—”

I turn around in the mirror, and I look like an absolute disaster. I can’t believe Ethan wanted me, runny mascara and all.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me I looked like an emotional raccoon?” I ask, sliding off the counter and grabbing a paper towel before wetting it and cleaning off my face.

“Does this mean I can take you home?”

“Yes,” I say as I roughly swipe at my face.

Bram grabs my wrist and takes the paper towel. He’s gentle and sweet as he cleans my face.

I can’t lose him, but I can’t deny Max either.

I’m an excellent schemer, and I’ll figure out a way to make this work. Because there’s no way I’m letting the men of my dreams slip through my fingers. I’ll make this work—somehow.