The group walks right in between us and a deep, frustrated sound escapes me as they separate us completely. I push through them, completely ignoring their angry remarks as I try to get to my scent match on the other side. They continue to not have any spatial awareness and I grit my teeth with irritation.
God, why are there somanyof them?
When they all get the hint and start to move away from me, I get to the space on the other side and realize she’s gone. Anger boils inside me at the emptiness that greets me, and it burns even brighter as her scent dissipates with every moving second.
“Fuck!!” I scream out into the open space. A security guard a few paces away gives me a stern look and takes a step forward. Normally, that would have me running scared, but I just growlat him. I don’t even know where it comes from, but my chest emits it so freely that I’m stunned. His eyes widen at me, but he lets me go about my business as he gets back to his post. I feel like I failed, our omega gone right from under my fingertips. But I can’t dwell on it, because I have an alpha in rut that I need to help, and then we can figure out where to go from there.
FORTY-FIVE
The walls close in around me, the backseat of this car feeling much smaller than usual as deep desire scorches me from the inside out. I rip my shirt off, and the material of the seat feels itchy against my skin. My hind-mind has the intrusive thought of rubbing up against it in any way we can, and a deep growl punctures through me without permission.
A few moments of agony go by when I sense someone approaching the vehicle. I’m not exactly sure how I got here, but my instincts perk up, knowing someone is here that I know. There’s talking, but it’s all incoherent as I think about nothing but the bursting flavor of lychee candy, the scent so potent that I can almost savor it on my taste buds.
Some of the talking dissipates, and the two masculine presences that were lingering outside before fade away as the car door opens and a figure hops in. At first, he is familiar, his clothes covered in the watermelon scent of my mate, but then the new sensation makes itself known. The fruit of the other omega—soft, subtle, and shy—clings to him.
“You smell like her.” I breathe it in, getting every remnantscrap of it that I can. My omega moans as I grip his waist, the harsh bite of my fingers digging into his skin.
“Sam, you’re in rut,” he says, but I don’t know what the words mean. I keep my nose buried in his neck, inhaling deeper for every bit of their combined scent that I can get. It’s overwhelming, how it travels through my veins and down below. There’s nothing else I want more than to be between them, my cock aching with feelings of desire.
But something holds me back, stopping me from pulling him on top of me and losing myself in his flesh.
“Use me, Alpha,” the omega says, his breath husky with need as he undoes his pants. “I can handle it. I promise. Let me have it.”
The thing keeping me frozen immediately disperses as I help him tug his jeans off and pull him on top of me. The rush to my brain skyrockets as his lips meet mine, our tongues immediately finding each other in a heated dance. My body reacts on its own, using the position to rock up against him. We slide together perfectly, his cock hitting all the best spots as I groan deeply in my throat.
The omega in my lap takes over, using all his strength to help me tug down the stupid khakis holding my dick hostage. Once it springs up and aligns with his, he places his hand around us and strokes. My head falls back, the pleasure overtaking me as his hand moves up and down. He bites my ear and then whispers, “Take me, Alpha. I’m ready for you.”
I wonder what he means until I reach my hand around and feel the slick pouring from him. A feral noise escapes me as he sits up on his knees and lines me up with him. We move at the same time, coming together quickly, and I lose it. I’ve never felt my beast so strongly as I hold him tightly and unleash, my thrusts moving wildly, and he whimpers into the small space around us.
Everything about him lights me up, the pain in my balls almost too much to bear. I let out a curse as I hit something that causes him to pulse around me. Pants fall from his lips with every stroke of my cock, the slick pooling between us with a hearty watermelon aroma. I can’t breathe and black spots fill my vision. My hands squeeze him tighter, my hips stuttering until a flourishing pleasure crashes right through me. I look down and place my hand around his straining cock and stroke, thick streams of cum immediately shoot out onto his stomach. He mewls at the pressure, biting my chest as we both roll through the motions of our climax.
When my head clears, I can feel Kit panting against my chest. His hand holds us where we’re connected, preventing my knot from entering him as what just happened crashes over me.
“Oh my god,” I mutter, realizing there’s stuff to take care of. “I went into rut.” I look out of the car window in mortification. “And inpublic?”
Kit laughs, finding humor in my misfortune. “Hey, I got something really great out of that, so I’m not complaining.”
I look at him. “Are you hurt? Please tell me I didn’t hurt you.”
He waves me off. “No, Sam. I’m completely okay. More than okay, actually.”
“But,” I stammer, still feeling feverish. “I could have lost control.”
“No. You would never lose control like that, because it’s not in your nature,” he tells me. “Don’t beat yourself up. We needed to clear your rut, and having sex was the only way to do that. I know you want to figure out how to help Opal.”
My head starts to pound. “Oh, fuck. Opal. She’s my scent match.”
“She’s my scent match, too.” Kit smiles, soft and gentle and happy.
I can’t help the tears that come to my eyes. “You tried to tell me.”
“I did,” he agrees with a taunting smirk, like the little shit he is. “But I didn’t knowthatwas what she was hiding under her scent. I just thought she was struggling with?—”
He cuts himself off abruptly and something feels rotten in my gut.
“With what?”
He flattens his lips, stubbornly silencing himself.
