“I will be on the look out for my star, Yaya. Right now, I need to get back to work. I’m excited to see everyone on New Year’s Day.”
“Yes, of course,chara mou. You and Jason are angels with the lives you save. I’m so very proud of you.” The warmth of her love spread through me, and I smiled. “If I dream again, I will call you. Give Jason my love and tell him he must sit beside me this year. I will feed him well.”
Chuckling, I nodded and headed for the door to the office. “I will, Yaya. I love you. You and Pappous stay warm and take care.”
“I love you too, Ozias. Good night.”
I ended the call as I entered the office just in time for the radio to crackle and the dispatcher to come on. Jason jerked awake with the noise as I plugged the address for the call into my GPS.
“What are you smiling about?” Jason stood and stretched before grabbing his jacket.
I grabbed my coat and keys. “Just talked to Yaya. She wants you to sit beside her on New Year’s Day.”
“Like I’d sit anywhere else.” He snorted. “Yaya always gives me extra helpings and sneaks me extra shots ofouzounder the table.”
We laughed as we trotted into the garage to the ambulance. As much as the rest of my family was ambivalent toward Jason, my grandparents always loved him as they loved me. If it wasn’t for the fact that I adored my grandparents and aspired to have a relationship like theirs, I would do whatever they wanted for the sake of their fondness for Jason.
Whether the dream be true or not, for Yaya, I’d dare madness and give love a chance. In the snow, I’d search out my star.
CHAPTER NINE - Lyla
For the first time ever, Rudolph ran out of batteries. I chucked my vibrator across the room and screamed for relief into my pillow. What the hell was going on with me?
It was early in the morning, and every time I managed to fall asleep, my erotic dreams turned up a notch. Not just more hardcore, but more vivid. I could not only see the ripped bodies of my lovers, but I could feel it as they caressed me, as they shoved me against the wall and lifted me off the ground with their thrusts. I could smell their mesmerizing Alpha scents and taste the saltiness on their skin.
“Why?” I shouted at the wall, but the fashion sketches pinned there didn’t reply. Unless the answer to it all was to cover Jason and Ozzi in giant ugly Christmas sweaters.
And sew them shut inside of the sweaters.
That way they couldn’t touch me and I couldn’t touch them.
Then they’d roar and tear their way free, muscles bulging and naked…
“Stop it, Lyla!” I whined and threw myself off the bed toward my bathroom. Another cold shower. That was all I could do. Mariska and her men would be here in an hour or so, and I had to be presentable to go see Miss Eloise at the hospital.
I turned on the shower and stepped under the freezing spray. Shrieking with the sudden blast, I forced myself to stay in the tub and huddled under it. My skin might have erupted in goosebumps, but the burning between my legs hadn’t eased.
“This can’t be happening. There are only six days until Christmas and I have shit I need to do!” I stomped a foot as if throwing a tantrum could change any of this.
I couldn’t be in heat, but what else could this be? We were taught there was a period of time from five to ten days of pre-heat. Mariska had a week since she met her Alphas, give or take a day. But I’d just met Jason and Ozzi two days ago, and most of that time I spent at the hospital worrying over Miss Eloise. There was no time for my heat to get worked up. None!
“Yet here I am, having like my tenth cold shower in one night,” I grumbled at the swirling drain.
Of course I looked up everything I could find online. There were rare cases of Omegas suddenly going into heat, but it biologically shouldn’t happen like that. It wasn’t good health-wise. That’s why the laws were in place: to protect Omegas from their own freaking selves. And Alphas.
But some of them made it sound like our own Omega biology was the real culprit when something bad happened.
The damn articles were written by men too. How did I know they were true and not just some Alpha’s fantasy that he was so hot, he triggered an Omega to go into full-blown heat with one look?
I was not an exception to the Omega norm. Jason and Ozzi weren’t superheroes when it came to triggering my heat. They were super hot, and fuck, imagining them wearing capes and only capes…
“ARRRRG! It’s not fair!”
Deciding fighting it wasn’t getting me anywhere, I turned the water to jacuzzi temperature and laid down in the soaker tub. My vibrator was lost somewhere in my room, so I grabbed the showerhead off the bracket and twisted it to come out in a thin jet.
I slowly drew the spray over my stomach and down to my lower abdomen as I imagined Jason’s mouth kissing downward. Spreading my legs, I pressed the showerhead against my inner thighs. Ozzi’s hands were strong, capable, and knew exactly how to touch me.
With my free hand, I brushed my fingers back and forth over my shaved pussy. I gasped several times and curled my toes. Never had I felt this aroused. Even the bulbous head of my vibrator never made me feel this hyper sensitive.
