When She Needs Them Most
: Chapter 16

Kase’s knot deflates while I’m still nose deep in Lincoln’s throat. “I need the bathroom,” he says, kissing my cheek before shimmying free of my core. He pats my hip and crawls down the bed without another word.

Lincoln runs his hand over the side of my face, but he doesn’t say anything, either.

I bite my lip and fight the urge to pout. It’s so illogical. Everyone needs a bathroom break from time to time, but it feels like Kase just abandoned me.

Did he feel pressured? Is he grossed out he just had sex with a very pregnant chick? Did he snap out of the pheromone fog, and now he has regrets?

Lincoln holds his head up on his palm, tilting my chin up until our eyes meet.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. All sweaty and freshly fucked.” He smirks. “Scenting your pussy mixed with Kase’s cum is comforting. Explain that weird as fuck alpha logic, but it settles my system knowing you smell like one of us.”

“He ran,” I whisper and shake my head.

Dammit.

That makes me sound pathetic.

“Kase gets overstimulated sometimes. At others, he’ll cuddle you until you have to politely ask him for some space.”

My lips roll together. “Are the two of you together?” Tell me I didn’t fuck his boyfriend without permission.

Linc chuckles. “I love the hell out of Kase, but no, we do not fuck. He’s too much like the little brother I never had for anything like that, but I will greatly enjoy sharing you between us.” He gently rolls me until I’m flat on my back against the mattress. “Is this position safe for short bursts?”

“Unless I get dizzy or start seeing spots or have pain.”

“Let me know if that happens,” he purrs, leaning his top half over mine. His blue eyes sparkle, and he ever so slowly pushes his lips to mine. There’s not even any tongue, but feeling his chest push into mine makes my thighs clench as Kase’s cum drips out of my core.

His long fingers slide down my lower lips, making me gasp into his mouth.

Lincoln deepens the kiss, sensually swirling his tongue around mine and pinching my clit at the exact same instant. “You’re not as hot as you were earlier. Did Kase’s knot help?”

I nod, licking my lips. “A little.”

His knee slides between my thighs, and my face burns as he brushes my swollen nub. That embarrassment fades, quickly becoming replaced with interest as he carefully bumps my knees apart until he can fully settle between them. His palm comes to rest next to my head, and he holds himself up, tugging down his basketball shorts.

“I was trying to be a gentleman, but my knot fucking throbs.” Linc is in excellent shape. He manages to frame me in while not putting any weight on my stomach. “My cock isn’t in much better shape, but I can jerk off all over your sweet, already messy, pretty little pussy.” His forehead rests against mine, and he stares directly into my eyes. “If I have permission, that is.” He captures my lower lip between his teeth, and the sting of my pain makes me whimper. Friction bounces against my lower lips, then disappears, only to appear again. “I hope Kase had the presence of mind to tell you that we’re all tested regularly because of our jobs. It’s been a long fucking time since I’ve been with anyone.” His beachy citrusy scent sits heavy in the air, and each breath I suck down seems to settle it further into my senses. Lincoln is dangerous. Not just because he’s brain-meltingly gorgeous. It’s the whole easygoing package and how much he makes me feel wanted. “Do I have permission, sweetheart?”

I snake my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. “Yeah.”

He growls and slams his lips to mine as his crown bumps my clit. It would feel so much better with him inside me, but the fog creeps back in, and it gets hard to think.

He pulls back from the kiss, holding himself up on his knees as his palm comes to rest on my stomach. “My instincts are screaming to pin you to the mattress and rut you deep, but this complicates things.”

I open my mouth to offer up other positions, but he crawls down the bed and his hands wrap around my ankles. He pulls me down the mattress until my legs hang off the end.

Using my forearms, I struggle to push my top half up. Linc’s hair falls over his forehead as he smirks.

“Maybe just a little taste.” He pulls my calves to rest on his shoulders and spreads my lower lips wide open before wrapping his tongue around my clit. He’s not slow or gentle as he licks and kisses my swollen nub. My inner walls clench around nothing, and I have no doubt Kase’s cum drips out as I squeeze, desperately needing something inside me.

My pheromones flood the air, and I gulp down his in return. It’s a struggle to keep myself up. I stretch to the side, trying to watch him around the bubble of my stomach.

His forearm flexes, and it’s clear he’s jerking himself off while trying to suck my soul out through my clit. My thighs tremble, and the rambling begins. I beg, plead, and demand. Pleasure builds so fast that my legs fall from his shoulders, and just as I’m about to tumble over the edge, Linc pops up. He crawls over me, keeping his feet on the floor and planting a hand by my shoulder.

I fall against the mattress, and his crown bounces against my clit.

“I’m so close,” I sob, and he shoves his mouth to mine. He commands the kiss while slapping his crown over my swollen nub.

“Come for me, pretty girl.” The low timbre of his growl makes me shake. And my body complies. He smiles while kissing me through every jolt of pure bliss that travels through my system. He does some magical figure eight around my clit and down to just barely dip inside my opening and then back around again.

I’m still trembling when Linc’s muscles go rigid, and his warm cum spurts over my clit. My hands dig into his shoulders, and I end up sucking on his lower lip as he freezes. Every flex of his forearm brushes my thigh and his muscles bulge, like he’s barely holding himself back. I’d really love to feel him inside me, but I’m unable to force him down to my opening.

He growls, taking back over the kiss. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers, his lips brushing mine. “And I most definitely made even more of a mess of you.”

Lincoln scoops me up while I’m still struggling to catch my breath.

My face heats.

There’s at least thirty pounds stuck to me that weren’t there at the beginning of this pregnancy. Normally, I’m rational enough to know I won’t feel like this forever, but it’s embarrassing. Especially with both his and Kase’s cum dripping from my swollen pussy.

“W-What are you doing?” I squeak.

He rests me against his chest, pulling the door open and striding out. “We need a quick cleanup. Arden has plans for dinner tonight, and he’ll never forgive me if you run because Kase and I scared you off.”

I rest my head against his shoulder as my face heats. There’s a good chance of that happening. Whether it’s right this second or in a few hours…it feels like a real possibility. I’ll disappear back to my cold, empty, lonely house and obsess about what all this means, but only once I don’t have an audience.

Kase could not get away from me quick enough, and I’m starting to panic.

A big part of me wants to trust these guys, but I don’t know them at all.

Not really.

There’s no reason my hormones should have overreacted so violently. The fever, the cramps, the desperate need for dick, it all felt like a mini wave of heat.

Lincoln carries me up the stairs and again props me against his chest to open the door. “This is my bedroom. I figured we’d shower together, then I can run over and grab some of your clothes.” He shrugs, biting his thick lower lip. “Or you can wear something of mine. Not gonna lie. I really love the thought of you in my clothes.”

Despite my confusion about, well, everything, he smiles so brightly that I find myself grinning back. “Okay, a shower sounds great.”

He chuckles, bumping the door closed behind us once we make it into the room. “It pains me to know the water will wash away my scent, but I figure I can always put it back.”

My thighs clench at the naughty smile that pulls at his lips. No doubt in my mind, Lincoln is way more than I can handle.

The gruesome scar on Linc’s back catches my attention as he hops into a pair of dark gray sweats following our quick shower. I gasp, my fingers flying to brush over the mark. He goes still, and I tug my hand away.

Wow. Way to overstep someone’s boundaries.

My head shakes, and I whisper, “I am so sorry.”

He shrugs, spinning to face me. “Why? It’s just a scar. I forgot about it. That’s all.” He twists his bicep, pointing between two of his black and gray tattoos. “This one is a bullet wound. The one on my back is from a knife. I didn’t make it out of the military completely unscathed, but I consider myself lucky.”

My teeth dig into my lower lip as I nod. He stretches over and grabs a pair of sweatpants from off the top of his dresser. It makes lithe muscles flex as his wet hair falls over his forehead.

My arm tightens around the top of the towel that he wrapped me in when we got out of the shower. Luna has been active since I first got under the stream of hot water. It’s a huge relief to be able to feel her wiggling around, but I have so many questions for my doctor.

Luckily, my appointment is tomorrow.

I’m still confused. I haven’t experienced anything like what happened this afternoon, not even once throughout my entire pregnancy. Then again, I haven’t spent much time around alphas since Clark, and I’m starting to wonder if that negatively impacted my system.

Linc drops to a squat and taps my ankle. “Lift up your foot for me, sweetheart.”

I comply, and he moves to the other leg before tugging the material up as he stands. He towers over me, handsome and relaxed, while I’m a bundle of nerves.

I need answers.

Was this afternoon a one-time thing?

What does it mean?

Lincoln snags a long-sleeve T-shirt from the pile he laid out. He tugs my towel off, tossing it into the hamper near the door to the bathroom. He nuzzles his cheek to mine and chuckles. “I bet you can guess what comes next.”

I nod, putting my arms up. It makes my breasts and stomach tighten, but I ignore the minor discomfort as he helps me into the T-shirt. It’s not cold in their house, so I’ll attribute the goose bumps to having the gorgeous alpha completely focused on caring for me.

“Ready to head downstairs?” he asks, brushing his thumb over my lower lip.

I nod, and my gaze snaps to the door as it flies open.

Kase also looks freshly showered, but he’s got a small stack of papers in his hand. He stomps closer with a serious look on his face, and my chest gets tight.

Linc steps back, and Kase comes to a stop in front of me. His curly hair is a mess, sticking up in a million different directions.

“I printed these out for you. Sorry, I came to find you to show them to you, but you two were already in the shower, so I decided to take one too.” He shoves the stack of papers at me, and I take them.

“Thank you, but what is this?”

“It’s a copy of our most recent test results. I mean, one for each of us.” He brings his huge palm up, and he cups my cheek while his other hand loops under my arms to caress my stomach. “I didn’t want you to worry, and I didn’t want you to have to take my word for it.”

I briefly scan through the pages, and all the columns say negative.

“Thank you,” I whisper, and my teeth dig into my lower lip. That was incredibly thoughtful, because as much as I wanted to believe him, I’ve been beating myself up pretty hard.

It’s not just my safety but also Luna’s I have to consider. This is why omegas are taught to handle all important conversations well before a heat is scheduled to hit, because once the fog slips in, rational thought slithers away.

Kase grins. “No problem. Arden is on the way home with dinner. Wanna snuggle on the couch until he gets here?”

My insides light up. It’s clear I’m a very stereotypical omega. The only thing that would be more tempting would be to cuddle in a confined space, like a nest, but the sofa sounds heavenly.

“Yeah, absolutely,” I agree.

Kase snatches the papers, tosses them on the bed, and wraps his hand in mine. He proceeds to tug me toward the door to the sound of Linc’s amused chuckle.