Page 33 of For All My Effort

I snuggled harder against Seb’s chest, his tropical scent and beating heart truly reminding me of the ocean. “She tried to touch you.”

“I didn’t want her to. Didn’t ask her to. Didn’t lean into her. She tried to come into my home, where my injured omega was, she was lucky my mother had trained me to control my emotions, or I’d have properly gone into a rage.”

Jackson grunted in agreement. “I’m used to high intensity situations. I practice keeping myself centered. It’s the only reason I didn’t let my instincts take over.”

I felt the tiny kernels of tension in my body disappear. My emotions had been so blinded by how angry and hurt I was, I’d forgotten my alphas. They didn’t want to be touched by a random beta. They didn’t want a delivery person coming into their private home.

“Should we tell her supervisors or something?” I asked. “She made you guys uncomfortable. Hit on you. And even tried to enter your private residence. That shouldn’t be allowed.”

“It’s already handled, rebel,” Jackson admitted.

That didn’t feel like enough. Now that I wasn’t throwing myself a pity party, I realized how wrong it was. “Handled, how?” I needed to ensure my alphas were properly protected. Rather than just rolling over and letting someone take them, I was going to defend my pack. “Tell me.”

I tried pulling out of Seb’s grip, knowing Jackson had the answers I wanted. Instead, I found myself in Zeke’s lap, facing Seb who was grinning like he thought my attempts to demand information were adorable.

My lips parted, about to continue my demand, when I felt a hand on my head, just gently stroking my hair. No words came out as I waited, feeling a finger part my hair before taking one of the designated sides and starting to run more fingers through the strands. I knew it was Han, he was the only one behind me, but my thoughts about everything else disappeared, especially when he used his nails to slightly scrape my scalp.

I moaned at the pleasure, my head falling backward to give Han better access.

“Before we get too distracted, there’s one last thing we need to discuss.”

I peeked a single eye open toward Jackson as he spoke.

“Sex. Our conversation about limits and preferences was supposed to happen before Hannah’s heat.”

That was when I became a mix of arousal and nerves. Jackson talked about the kind of sex we used to have, explaining in tediously sexual words about chasing me, holding me down, smacking my ass. All of which I agreed to, loving the idea of giving over to my base instincts, especially with my protective first alpha.

Sebastian described our intimacy as the time when I took charge. He let me be on top, riding him how I wanted. I was beginning to understand that his nickname for me went beyond just being cutesy.

Then it was Zeke’s turn. Han stopped playing with my hair, a silent way of telling me to pay attention. “Of course, we all have our one-on-one time with you, Hannah. But Han and I… We’re together.”

“I knew it,” I said, smiling wide with my own internal pride.

“You did?” Han asked.

I glared at the male. “I don’t think I like your incredulous tone.”

Zeke chuckled, turning my attention back to him. “I don’t know if you remember during your heat? I knotted your mouth.”

The words, any words really, disappeared from my mind. My jaw dropped open as I stared at Zeke, trying to make sense of what he said. Knotted my mouth? Was that even physically possible?

I vaguely remember sucking on Zeke, how good he tasted and how Han’s presence behind me had pushed me further onto Zeke’s cock. I did come out of my heat with an ache in my jaw, but I didn’t realize that came from a knotting. I figured I’d just … sucked a lot of dick.

“And—” I cleared my throat “—you do that often?”

Zeke smirked. The purely sexual look on my typically relaxed mate’s face had me leaning in to kiss him. When I pulled away, I watched as Han turned Zeke’s face, kissing him, too.

Watching my two mates kiss had my scent blooming, my arousal heating me up from the inside. It was like watching porn, having them in front of me, and all I could do was watch.

Sebastian used everyone’s distraction to pick me back up off Zeke’s lap. The male immediately pulled away from Han, glaring at Seb who wasn’t even looking at him.

“Did you make your hair appointment?” Seb asked.

I shook my head. “I forgot.”

“That works out. I meant to tell you that you have some company’s number in your phone that you really like. Where is it, I’ll show you?”

“Where’s what?”