Tilly

“You’re only saying this because you’re worried, scared...” I ignored the jealous comment.

“I’m saying this because I want you, I need you all before I...” She stopped and stared at me for a moment before her lips crashed onto mine.

I pushed her away. “Finish.”

“I’m going to bed,” she said and turned with no further conversation and walked away from me.

“What were you going to say?” I yelled.

She shrugged her shoulder as she turned the corner to the corridor which led to her bedroom.

“Tilly,” I barked. “Come back here.”

The door to another room, I assumed, her bedroom, slammed shut. She was on suppressants too long; she wasn’t as submissive as other omegas.

I burst out laughing.

I loved her.

Loved her sense of morality, her boldness, her laugh, her smiles. I just loved her.

I marched to her bedroom and pushed down the handle. But she’d locked the door. I knocked, no answer. I knocked again.

“Let me in Tilly, or I’ll break this door down,” I yelled. “We need to talk.”

“Go away, I’m getting myself off,” she shouted. “You know I’ve got omega needs.”

“No, you aren’t helping yourself when you have three alphas,” I shouted.

“You turned me on with kissing and until Jackson and Luca get back to give me more, I need to help myself. Go back to work,” she said.

“Open the door, Tilly, or I will break it down,” I yelled.

“I’m not talking anymore,” she murmured, her voice laced with sexual need. “I’m busy.”

“Fuck it.” She was making me curse, and I never felt the need to curse, but fuck, she was as infuriating as she was amazing.

I laughed. It was a little delirious as I strode with speed to the kitchen, grabbing a knife and marching back to her room.

“What are you doing?” Jackson asked as he and Luca walked into the apartment. “Sandy won’t be coming back.”

“Our little omega is playing with herself,” I said. “Because I refused to let her have the three of us together.”

Luca burst out laughing as I stormed down the corridor.

First, I tried to prise the knife down the side of the door and I couldn’t catch the lock. Her moans were getting louder, and I tried again. Desperate now, I pushed the knife in place and flicked at the handle.

The door clicked, and I pushed it open, dashing inside her bedroom. My eyebrow furrowed. Tilly laid on her bed, reading a fucking novel.

“Oh, that’s it,” she murmured. “Wow, what the man in this book does Cruz, honestly I’m wet from reading.”

I shook my head, grinning at her. “And soon you’re going to be soaked, knotted and claimed, Tills. Your book boyfriend can’t do any of those things. Are you ready?”

She raised a delicate eyebrow. “Don’t make promises if you’re not up for the job, Alpha.”

“Oh, I’m up for the job, Omega,” I growled. “And so are Luca and Jackson. But first, I want to know what you were going to say.”

“Afterwards.”