Right. Omegas could get territorial during their heat. And Spencer was now an alpha in Ash’s territory. An alpha whose pheromones Ash liked.
Don’t get horny about it. Don’t get horny about it. Don’t get horny about it.
“He should have hit his peak by now, but he’s still coherent.” Ryder frowned, his gaze darting to Ash and then right back to Spencer. “And he’s cramping, but he’s not making slick.”
“Ryder,” Ash scolded. He was probably scowling, but Spencer couldn’t turn to look yet. Maybe they just wanted advice. Maybe they didn’t want him to actually … do anything.
“What?” Ryder asked, making a face at Ash now. “You wanted him to help, let him help.”
Spencer cleared his throat, his gaze stuck on Ryder’s shoulder, since that seemed a safe enough place to leave it. “It’s probably because you’re all stressed and panicked. It makes sense if it’s your first heat. We need to get you more relaxed. Do you have a nest?”
Ryder cocked a brow. “Are you askingme?”
Right. Slowly, Spencer turned around. There was Ash. Dirty-blond curls and sharp cheekbones and long, lean lines. Naked, just as Spencer knew he’d be. Scowling like a beast with the prettiest pink cock all half chubbed.
Cool, cool, cool. This was fine.
“Nest?” Spencer croaked.
Ash’s scowl deepened. Either at the question or the fact that Spencer was once again sporting a semi of his own. But, like, did they really expect him to be able to help that? The air was thick with horny pheromones, and in addition to naked Ash, Ryder was barely clothed.
Spencer was only human, right? A young, virile alpha in his prime, even.
“It—it didn’t work so well,” Ash told him grudgingly.
“Show me.”
They led him to their bedroom. Just the one room, but there were two beds, each against a wall. In between them on the carpet was a very sad, haphazard pile of fabric. It looked like a few used towels and some pillows and a sweatshirt or two.
Spencer nodded. “Oh yeah, that’s fucking ugly.”
Ash made a choked sound, and Ryder growled, “Watch it.”
Spencer only now belatedly remembered that while this was firecracker Ash, it was firecracker Ash with a buttload of hormones making him emotional as hell, and yeah, Spencer probably should watch what he said.
He turned to Ash, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and giving him a little shake. Naked or not, the dude needed some comfort. “But it’s your first try,” Spencer soothed. “We’ll just give it another go. Easy-peasy. What do you think?”
Ash sagged into him, suddenly boneless. Spencer was so startled he almost let Ash knock him over. He locked his knees just in time, widening his eyes at Ryder.
Ryder only smirked.
Hadn’t he been growling at Spencer two seconds ago? Spencer just couldnotget a read on that guy.
“I’m not sure how,” Ash admitted quietly, still letting Spencer hold his weight. “The pheromones are too intense, and I can’t— I mean, I’ve only just started smelling them, and?—”
God, that sucked. Poor dude.
“Want me to help?” Spencer offered. “I know the basics.”
It wasn’t like he’d ever done it before, but he had a nose and his alpha instincts, so he was pretty sure he could put together something that wouldn’t offend Ash’s heat sensibilities.
Ash nodded, his soft curls brushing against Spencer’s throat.
Right. Cool, cool, cool. First, Spencer led Ash over to Ryder. “Here. Let Ryder get his scent on you while I work. It’s gonna help. You’re gonna feel so safe and horny with those big, strong pheromones all over you.”
Ryder took Ash in his arms, and Spencer didn’t stick around to watch the nuzzling, even though he was curious. Instead, he went to each of the beds and stripped off the comforters. He pushed Ash’s old pile aside and laid the blankets down, one on top of the other. Then he went to Ash’s pile and selected thesoftest sweatshirts of the bunch, plus a few hidden pieces of underwear that smelled the strongest of Ash and Ryder.
“Some of your clothes too,” Ryder told him, his voice a low, rough rasp.