STORY EXCERPT

“Come again?” Miles asked, feeling uncertain if he heard right the first time around.

He had stepped into the bakery first, followed by Spencer, Chad, and Paul. Since it was already nine o’clock in the morning, it didn’t surprise him that there were no other customers around, except for the four of them. He noticed Amber, another beta employee at the bakery, rushing toward the kitchen at the back the moment the four of them made their way in. Judging by the hushed whispers exchanged between Dillon and her, he was certain that the omega must have asked her to make herself scarce. He hadn’t understood the reasoning behind that, but now he did.

“I said I’m about to go into my first full-blown heat in years, and I need the four of you to assist me through it,” Dillon repeated. “I went to the doctor yesterday. He told me that it might be stronger because I had been consuming suppressants for years to weaken my heat and reduce the number of times it happened throughout the years.”

“That’s what I heard,” Miles responded, still a little stunned.

“Why us?” Spencer inquired. “Not that we’re not willing to. We will be more than honored to help you. I’ll be lying if I tell you that I’m not hard right now just thinking about it, but…are you sure?”

Miles blushed when Dillon snickered and pointed at the four of them, specifically their crotch areas. “You guys aren’t the first few male alphas who pop large tents in your pants. Male alphas’ penises are always obscenely massive when they’re erect. Moreover, male alphas’ ball sacks are also huge. The combination makes the front parts of your pants look as if you’ve all stuffed several rolled up socks in them. Believe me when I tell you that it’s very hard to miss when the bulges are so obvious.”

Paul heaved out a sigh of relief. “We’re worried because some omegas can be rather…well, sensitive.”

Dillon snorted. “As if! They’re fakers. The fucking lot of them. They’re playing up to your alpha egos. Quite a few alphas love to fantasize about virginal and shy omegas. Those damn omegas pretend to be shocked and embarrassed to stroke the alphas’ egos. Fucking idiots! All of them.”

“Can we discuss the heat thing, please? Stop talking about alpha cocks for a minute,” Chad pleaded. “I’m so hard right now that it will only take one gentle touch and my cum will explode through the slit of my leaking cock.”

Miles glanced at Chad’s bulge and chuckled at the other alpha. “Damn! It appears that you already came inside your damn pants. Commando again, Chad?”

“Fuck you, Miles! I always have plenty of precum flowing out when I’m aroused. Asshole!”

Miles winked at Chad before slinging one arm around the alpha’s shoulders. “Sorry, man.”

Chad pouted, but the alpha was also laughing. Miles was sure that he was already forgiven. “Whatever. Can we sit at the table?”

“Oh, yeah. Go ahead. Let me grab something to eat and drink. I’ll be with you in a minute,” Dillon replied.

Spencer shook his head at Dillon. “No, you don’t have to.”

“Oh, but I insist.”

Miles shrugged at Spencer, who seemed torn between protesting further and giving a delighted smile at being taken care of by a potential mate. He was attracted to Dillon. He was aware that Paul and Chad liked the omega just as much as he did. However, out of the four of them, Spencer was the one who was totally gone on Dillon. Spencer was just better at hiding his possessiveness.

“Can you imagine breathing in that incredible scent every morning when you wake up?” Spencer muttered to nobody in particular.

Paul nodded. “It will be like heaven on earth.”

Chad shook his head up and down, obviously excited. “Ditto. I wonder what his slick tastes like.”

Miles groaned. “Shut up, Chad. You’re not helping with my damn erection.”

“It’s not a big deal. Everyone knows alpha males get hard once in a while.”

Paul gritted his teeth in irritation. “Chad?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut the fuck up!”

“Make me!”

Miles sighed before standing and dragging Paul up. He pushed the alpha toward the chair he just vacated and took the seat next to Chad. “The two of you are like babies.”

Paul snorted. “Whatever. Spencer smells better anyway.”

Spencer raised both arms, eyes darting back and forth between Paul and Chad. “Leave me out of this.”

“Spence, what happened to you? You used to be the ‘punch first, talk later’ kind of alpha.”

“I grew up, jerk!”

ADULT EXCERPT

Paul groaned as he opened his eyes. Everything in his blurry vision was tinged with redness. He was perspiring like crazy and he could feel his dick straining against the cool air in the bedroom. His balls felt heavy, as if they were about to explode. Moreover, he could smell the musky, woody stench of his alpha mates. Instead of being turned off, the scent acted as an aphrodisiac.

He rumbled deep in his throat as he wiped at his eyes. That was the moment it hit him. The most delicious, mouth-watering aroma of everything sweet that was trapped inside the bedroom, allowing him to savor it one bit at a time. It was overwhelming all of his senses, but he managed to grab on to his sanity.

He searched for the source. Seconds later, he caught the sight of Chad, Spencer, and Miles rutting against Dillon from the sides and above the omega. He could barely think after that. All he wanted to do was to get closer to Dillon. Nothing else was inside his mind, except to get some cooling relief from Dillon and breed the omega.

When he got closer, Chad, Miles, and Spencer snarled in warning at him, but he wouldn’t be deterred from approaching Dillon. Hence, he bared his teeth and growled at the three alphas in return. Abruptly, he sensed something coursing through him. It was as if the three other alphas were apologizing through the bonds they shared. He could also feel their affection coming through, so he calmed down in an instant.

“How…how long has he…” he trailed off.

“Not sure,” Miles lisped out, unable to form the words properly due to the lengthening canines.

He gripped Miles’s head and kissed the alpha for a moment before pulling back. “You don’t need your canines, stud. Dillon is our omega. There’s no foreign alpha in the room.”

Miles gave him a sheepish smile while attempting to cool down enough for the canines to retract on their own. He would have teased Miles further if he wasn’t so hard and horny for Dillon himself. He inhaled the scent of the omega. The effect was immediate. He could feel the heat throughout his body decreasing a little.

Spencer frowned at the other alphas. “Dillon is shivering. Our touches and scents aren’t working. We can’t take it slow. His heat is worse than expected. We have to fuck it out of him. Oh, can one of you send a text message to either Todd or Amber? We need to inform them about Dillon’s heat. They know to expect it. Dillon warned them weeks ago.”

Chad waved his smartphone at Spencer before putting it down. “I just messaged them both. Let’s get started before we lose all of our senses.”

“I’ll take his mouth,” Miles volunteered, slurring his words.

Paul could tell that Miles was barely holding on to his control. The truth was he, Chad, and Spencer were probably in the same boat as Miles. The heat caused by his rut was making his body way too warm. His dick was throbbing so hard that it felt as if there was no blood anywhere else except in his groin area. Paul observed as Miles moved toward the top of Dillon’s head. Then, he tapped Spencer and Chad on their shoulders, gesturing at the two alphas to assist Miles in lifting Dillon’s legs up and turn the omega around.

He chuckled under his breath as Dillon whined at being manhandled, but he was more focused on the sight of the omega’s leaking slick flowing down those muscled thighs. He watched as Miles grabbed Dillon’s head and guided the omega’s mouth toward his cock. He was certain that Miles could be rougher in his treatment of the omega, especially under the current lust-hazed situation, but the alpha was holding back, which was an impressive feat. He was aware that his own control was slipping away by the second.

He remembered from the books he read that the first day of the combination of heat and rut would be the worst. It wouldn’t be long before none of them had any restraint left within them. They had to find their positions inside or somewhere on the omega before that occurred in order to reduce the possibility of severe injuries. Scratches, aches, and soreness were common, but they had to minimize the probability of inflicting worse wounds.

He knew without the shadow of a doubt that Dillon wouldn’t be able to protect himself during his heat, especially when the omega had to contend with four rutting, dominant alphas. A selfish part of him was relieved that Dillon had never spent heat with any other alphas. He would be beyond furious if Dillon had been injured in the past by some alphas with no self-control. He also enjoyed the knowledge that no one else aside from him, Chad, Miles, and Spencer got to admire Dillon while the omega was lost in his heat.

“Oh, shit. Fuck yeah. Swallow my dick, sweetheart.”

Miles’s gentle voice startled him. He was amazed that Dillon was able to deep throat Miles’s cock all the way to the base. The heat must have made the omega a lot more pliant and relaxed. He knew that it was also due to Dillon’s desperation to please his alphas. He couldn’t wait for his turn. He had to have the omega. He scooted himself underneath Dillon. Once the omega was straddled on his waist, he grabbed his cock with one hand while using the other to pull Dillon’s ass downward.