“Oh God,” I whimper.
“You really need to remember my name, baby,” he teases, licking up my chest while I writhe. “I want to hear you.”
That’s so different from what he’s been telling me that I keen as I come, gasping for my alpha as I clamp down on his fingers. Miles rubs my cheek with his thumb as he watches, not an ounce of jealousy on his face. Levon pushes his finger in alongside Santo’s, groaning at the sound of my arousal.
I feel full, but it’s not enough.
“Let’s go grab a car,” Miles murmurs. “Caelia was just loud enough to attract attention. Though, I’m sure this is just a normal night for some in New Orleans.”
Levon sucks my slick off his finger, his eyes nearly crossing as he groans, while Santo pulls his fingers out of me to push them into my mouth.
“Show me how well you can clean me up,” he whispers.
I suck on his fingers, pressing them further down my throat, swallowing as I gag.
“Careful,” Miles says. “Fuck, that sound is fucking sinful. It makes me think about your lips wrapped around something else, baby.”
Santo removes his fingers only to kiss me, his tongue chasing the flavor of my slick. Gently placing my feet on the ground, my alphas fix my clothes until the only evidence that anything happened is the heavy scent of my arousal in the air.
“Look at that, no bar fights tonight,” Levon says cheerfully as he hugs me to his side to walk out of the alley.
“I almost got in a cat fight with some girls in the bathroom,” Santo chuckles, holding my hand.
“You’re not someone I typically have to worry about,” Miles sighs, pulling out his phone. At my glance, he shakes his head. “I’m paying, baby. Don’t make a fuss about it.”
I shrug as I lean into Levon’s warmth, happy to be snuggled.
“I wasn’t going to let Caelia go to the bathroom alone,” Santo continues as if Miles hadn’t spoken.
“I had a stall buddy,” I giggle, feeling a little blissed out. “The girls in the restroom weren’t amused though.”
Levon’s hand curls around my chin, pushing my head up to meet his gaze.
“Are you cum drunk?” he asks, his expression soft and amused.
“A little,” I admit.
“She’s had a long day, so make sure to play nicely,” Miles says as our car rolls up to us. “I’ll take the front seat.”
Piling into the SUV, I watch as Levon pulls the seatbelt over my body and locks it in before he does the same for himself. I happen to glance up in the rearview mirror and notice that the driver has his lip curled at me in disgust.
God, I probably smell like sex.Biting my lip, I glance away and cross my legs uncomfortably.
“Caelia?” Santo asks, sounding worried. I shake my head, just wanting to get out of the car as soon as possible. There are people in the world who aren’t kind to omegas.
As soon as the car stops, I hit the release on my seatbelt, and Santo gets out on his side to grab my hand and pull me out. I can hear the driver muttering to himself as we close the doors, and Santo stiffens.
“Did he just call you a fucking whore?” he growls.
“I think I was filling the car with my scent from, you know,” I mutter, my cheeks feeling hot.
“Cabron,” he curses, escorting me toward the hotel doors.
“You smell like heaven, but he didn’t need to act like that,” Miles says, right beside me.
I sneak a glance at him, and I find that he’s already watching me.
“No more hiding, okay? Omegas walk around every day without scent blockers and sprays. We’re here to keep you safe. I’m going to go get our keys,” he says, stepping away to walk to the front desk.
