Two weeks after the heat broke, I still hadn’t gone back to the dorms.
Adrian had made a few quiet calls. Lucian had moved my things himself. My professors received polite notices about a family emergency. No one asked questions—at least not to my face. On campus the whispers would start eventually. An omega who disappeared into heat and returned smelling permanently of two Blackthorne alphas was never going to stay a secret for long.
I stopped caring somewhere around the fifth night they took me together without the excuse of heat.
We were in the living room this time. Rain tapped against the tall windows. Lucian had me straddling his lap on the couch, sinking down onto his c**k with a slow, deliberate roll of my hips while Adrian watched from the armchair, whiskey in hand, eyes dark w
