54. Amaya

54

AMAYA

‘ C ozy mate.'

Mmm, yes, Beta still gives the best cuddles.

I don't know why, but when Vincent said he was going to hop through the shower, it felt like the end of the world. Like he was abandoning me all alone in my big nest. What once felt warm with affection and laziness turned cold and restless.

Much of what he said while I was a blubbering, naked mess was lost on me. But soon my omega receded just a bit, content and happy with whatever he reassured me with. As I came to, I was warm once again in a pair of black pajama pants and a tank top with my alpha finger-combing through my hair.

My tears slowed, but my chin still wobbled when he pulled me to my feet. I couldn't quite stop the pathetic sniffles on our walk down the stairs, but I tried. Vincent's murmurs in my ear once we were approaching the couch finally registered. He was encouraging me to hang out with my other mates while he took a shower.

Embarrassment was hot on my cheeks as I shuffled my way around the others and plopped beside Oliver. As soon as my alpha even mentioned the idea of leaving me for a moment, it was all I could focus on. But now, with the heavy stares of Sam, Oli and Emmett, my brain is mush.

I don't like feeling so out of control since I didn't have any for many years, but sitting on my couch with the men who broke my heart has me reeling. Whimpering, I tried to make myself as small as possible. Instead of making me invisible, it put a target on my forehead. Aim here, Omega in distress!

Now, with Oliver's arm tucked behind me and his body pressed against mine, I can't find the energy to muster up the anger I once had for him. My beta, unlike the others, is easier to be around. He's easier to accept back into my life. Maybe it's his lack of dominant energy, his easy smiles, or the way he doesn't look at me with crippling guilt, but he's here wiggling his way back in one small moment at a time.

Slowly, like he's my personal heater, Oliver thaws the ice separating us. I melt against his chest with a small sigh that ends with a little rattle in my throat. My sound makes me sink further into him, my cheek nudging his pec.

Preening, my omega does it again, loving the way our scent is left behind on our beta. I'm getting used to his touch and trying to figure out how I will ever live without it again, when another takes advantage of my lowered defenses.

' Alpha… Alpha!'

A spark of lightning shoots through my face, the touch of my beta and alpha electrifying both of my rosy cheeks. The jolt makes my eyes tingle, and my mouth vibrate.

I can't stop my omega from rushing forward in a buzzing haze of pink that steals all sensibility and blurs my vision until all I can seem to focus on is Oliver. My beta.

' Yummy beta! MINE.'

My limbs flail, more delicious scents attacking my rational decisions from every damn direction. I try to jostle the pink haze free, but in my frantic movements my omega snags control, which is made abundantly clear by the pulsing in my clit.

Thin, parted pink lips enter my selective vision. ' Mate. We eat?'

NO. No eating the beta!

But I'm too late, and with the first graze of Oli's lips on mine, I can't seem to care that this happened way too fast.

Maybe I should take Vincent's advice and follow my instincts.

At least I'm not mauling Emmett or Samuel… right?