“It’s taken care of,” Cole says.
Brock tilts his head up and laughs, jostling his headset.
“You’re such a fucking dumbass, Cole.”
Cole holds me tighter. “Don’t listen to him,” he says, glaring at his co-worker.
“Okay,” I say, leaning further in against Cole’s chest, absorbing his scent and warmth.
This is so nice. The guys used to cuddle me, but not very often, usually only in heat. They would never have been this affectionate with someone else present. How didn’t I realize for so long that I was a secret? That I was taking whatever scraps of leftovers that they would give me? I did everything an Omega should do to keep her Alphas happy, especially ones with a demanding job.
But they never did what Alphas are supposed to do for their Omegas—well, what they should have done for me. They’re young, my age, but that’s no excuse. I deserved more and a literal stranger is giving me more affection and care than the men I gave two years of my life to ever did.
I’m relieved that I’m free of being an afterthought, but I’m still sad. I’m mourning the two years I can’t get back, and I’m scared that something’s wrong with me.
What if I’m just not a good enough Omega to be bonded to?
“You okay?” Cole whispers against my hair, and I nod, gripping him closer.
It’s quite pathetic the way I’m so drawn to him and comfortable in his arms, but I’m going to let it slide. I’m allowed to feel good. I’m allowed to move on and find something better.
I clutch my fist into his crisp, white button down and hold him tight. I bet he looks so damn good sans his uniform. Alphas are normally larger, can build muscle mass faster, and I think Cole is no exception.
Him and his pack are going to take care of me. It could be because they just want to be involved in a heat, but I shake that thought away. I can’t be used again, but I can’t be sedated either.
“Cole?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?” he says.
I lean up, grazing my teeth against his jaw.
“Can you take the edge off?”
“Here we fucking go,” Brock complains from his seat as I stroke my very handsome captain’s face.
Chapter 4
Cole
We’rea little over half-way home, somewhere over Kansas City as Shiloh strokes my face and rubs her sweet little ass all over my lap.
It’s been torture.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard for so long with no relief. I thought being quiet for the rest of the flight would be the best call to action, because every time this girl talks, I want to kiss her and hold her tighter. It’s a weird sensation wanting to make another person feel better.
Clearly, the circumstances were dire enough that she had to flee LA and risk this flight to get back home. I find myself wanting to make it all go away.
I’m not sure why she, in particular, has this effect on me, but she does. Maybe it’s because she’s not an Omega that Jonah’s desperately trying to make us like. Or maybe she’s just special.
She wants me to take the edge off and I glance over at Brock, who’s shaking his head.
There’s no way that he can leave us in the cockpit alone. Not only am I in a serious amount of shit as is, but that would be beyond unsafe. We have to consider everyone on this plane. More than I need to consider how badly I want her pussy wrapped around my knot, dripping with her sweet lemony slick.
Fuck.
“Please, Alpha,” she whispers, her teeth grazing my jaw again.
Brock sighs as he unbuckles his belt and grabs a few jackets and tape. Taping the fabric to the ceiling to create a busted version of a divider.
