53. Emmett

53

EMMETT

T hree fucking days. My dick has almost exploded without any friction four times now.

I don't know how much longer I can last listening to Amaya's soft cries of pleasure upstairs, without dragging my beta back to our house and fucking him into the ground.

My god, her scent has me constantly salivating. Not even the constant jolly rancher on my tongue can overpower the taste of her in the air.

We've spent two nights here. Since we haven't been kicked out, we've refused to leave. Oli tried to leave yesterday to go get us some more clothes, but Amaya about had a breakdown when he opened the front door. Instead, Samuel went, and while she didn't seem pleased with him leaving, she didn't stop him like she did Oliver.

In the few times Amaya has spent time with us, she has stuck close to Vincent, but didn't seem to mind Oliver near her. Progress , I tell myself, even if she can hardly stand to look at Sam and me.

"I don't want to leave," Oli murmurs where he's tucked under my arm on the couch. The TV isn't on, the three of us having nothing to drown out from upstairs. I think Vincent and Amaya are napping.

Kissing his dark hair, I agree with a squeeze of comfort. Glancing at Sam, I notice him zoning out on Maya's little couch nest. "Sam, you okay, man?"

Without breaking eye contact with the pile of pillows, he jerks a nod. "Fine." I don't believe him. "Actually, no."

Oliver sits straight and I hold my breath. Is he really going to open up to us? These past few days have been the ultimate test of control for our alphas and just as men in general. Our woman is needy, smells fucking delicious, and sounds incredible when her alpha pleasures her, yet we hold back by sheer determination.

Samuel's head drops back onto the couch. "They are going to be so upset."

"Who?" I ask in a gentle tone, trying not to spook the brute.

"Our parents. I ignored Mom for too long and now they are all questioning what's going on."

Oliver leans forward with a glare aimed at his brother. "Wait, that's why they’re blowing me up too? 'Cus you were a dick and ignored them?"

Samuel lifts his head and looks at us. "I had nothing to say that wouldn't get my ass kicked, or me disowned, Oli."

My beta softens at that. "Well, we have a problem then, because I haven't responded to them since we found out Maya's heat was coming."

"Fuck," Samuel groans. "That means they are going to come here ."

Oliver nods grimly. "I'll text mom, ask them to hold off for just a little. Maybe if I give her just a tiny bit of the truth, she'll understand."

"Don't you dare say omega or heat, Oliver," I warn, knowing his mom would never in a million years let that go.

Scowling at me, Oliver punches me lightly on the pec. "Obviously. What about your dads?"

"They're good. They left for Europe last week and won’t be back for another week and a half," I explain.

Oliver and Sam nod, relief slumping their shoulders a bit. We lapse into silence again, all of us probably thinking about how much our parents are going to despise us when they find out what happened to Amaya and everything we didn't do.

Ugh .

Soft footsteps, followed by heavier ones, draw my attention over the back of the couch. In a pair of black pajama pants and a tight black tank top, Amaya shuffles toward us, with Vincent nudging her forward.

"Go sit with them while I shower, little mate," Vincent coos in her ear as he walks our omega around the couch.

Already zeroed in on her, the three of us jolt when she sniffles and wipes a tear away.

I catch Vincent's eye once she's settled beside Oliver with a couple of inches between them. I'm curious why she's willingly sitting so close to us when she would probably be more comfortable in her mini nest in the corner of the couch, but Vincent explains with a gentle request.

"Keep my mate company while I shower?"

Oh! My sweet girl doesn't want to be left alone, but her alpha needs some self-care.

"Of course," we all say at the same time, each of us eager to help him out and be close to Amaya.

Another tear falls from her shifty eyes as Vincent walks away, but not before he leaves her with a lingering kiss and whispered words too soft for us to hear.

It's silent for a few heavy moments, but it's enough to settle my alpha. Having her near me, in my line of sight so I can be of use if she needs me, is soothing.

Amaya looks smaller than she usually does as she tucks her legs beneath her and burrows a little deeper into her usual sheet. It's endearing, watching her walk around her house in a thin, ordinary sheet instead of a fluffy blanket.

Another sniffle has me clenching my hands in my lap to keep from snatching her into my arms. What are we supposed to do?

Apparently, my beta has no such worries. Oliver closes the gap between him and our omega. Sam and I watch, fascinated, as Oli's thigh presses against hers. Amaya jolts a little, but quickly melts into him like he's her salvation.

My cock hardens and before I really realize what I'm doing, I press myself up against my beta once again.

I'm close enough now that I hear her content little hum when Oliver wraps his arm around her shoulder and tugs her into his chest. Fuck, now she's within inches of me. And my teeth. ‘ Bite.’ I have to snap down on my tongue to keep my alpha in check.

Fucking hell, did Vincent realize he literally dropped his mate in a den of wolves?!

"Shh," Oli coos, dropping his nose in her messy dark hair. "We got you, baby. Just rest."

What happens next is something I never would have been able to stop in a million years, no matter what kind of alpha I was.

Amaya rubs her cheek against my beta mate, scent marking him. Then she releases the most beautiful little fucking purr. It's a soft, fluttery thing that ignites every primal instinct in me.

I have to touch . There's no other choice. None, nothing will keep me from making contact with my omega any longer.

A swirly, pink haze sweeps over my vision, and it's like I'm watching myself from above. My hand reaches over Oli, my fingers extending until I brush along the soft, warm skin of her cheek.

It's an innocent touch. One filled with affection and admiration for the beautiful mate the fates have given me. And it sparks the official beginning of the sexiest week of her life.

With a feminine snarl, Amaya writhes in her seat until she's straddling Oliver. I know I should stop it, but I'm too weak to save my beta from the hottest kiss I have ever fucking seen.

I know nothing but the wide, heated gaze of my bonded mate and my omega absolutely dominating his mouth.

Amaya's heat has begun.