My thrusts are hard as I fuck into her. We’re both a mess as I push more of my cum inside of her and she takes my knot for the second time. She nearly shouts and I wonder if anyone else could hear her screams of pleasure as she grabs the sides of my face and brings her lips to mine.
She kisses me hungrily as sharp pants of pleasure slip through her lips. She tastes as sweet as her scent and I know it’s crazy, that we just met, but I find myself wanting more than her heat, more than helping her.
In a revelation I thought I’d never have…I think I want to keep an Omega. Not any Omega. But the one taking my knot mid flight.
Chapter 5
Shiloh
This Alpha is a good one.
Not just because his knot is deep inside of me and he’s giving me the relief I crave. Or because his lips are gentle as they are fervent against mine.
He’s caring, soft, while also being wholly Alpha.
Maybe it’s this fever, or the way my ears need to be popped, or that I’m vulnerable right now, but I like the Alpha pilot.
I’m glad he’s the one stepping up to help me. That he wants to help me.
I smile against his chest, holding him close, and feeling safe.
He doesn’t complain about my needs. He’s attentive even while still attempting to do his job.
I’m completely ignoring the fact that he’s the pilot of this plane and our lives are at stake here.
The amount of scent marking I’m doing is honestly ridiculous as I rub my face against his chest.
“We are arriving at PHL in twenty minutes, arriving eight minutes ahead of schedule. We hope you enjoyed your flight today, and let’s go birds,” Brock says into a microphone of some sort.
“Fuck. Alright sweetheart, we gotta strap in,” Cole says.
I smile against his chest, because it’s all so ridiculous, but I feel so happy. I’ve been holding on as hard as I can with my sanity to not go full-blown into my heat. But the moment this tin can lands and I’m somewhere safe, I know I can let go. It’s probably stupid to trust a stranger, to give him so much so soon. But it was his idea to go to Heat Haven.
Hell, if he would have invited me to his home, I’d probably have said yes. He doesn’t seem like the type to lock an Omega in his basement, but clearly I don’t have the best alphadar out there. I spent two years with a pack and had no idea how they really felt about me.
Sadness sweeps through me, and Cole kisses my hair.
“It’s going to be okay. I got you.”
Might be the dumbest thing I do, but I believe him. So I hold on tight and do my best not to beg for another knot while he and Brock work together to land the plane.
A strong arm bands around my waist as Cole and Brock speak to someone. I tune it all out as I just let myself be held and cared for. I’m thankful that I’m in the downward spiral of losing my mind so that I don’t have to face the judgment of everyone as soon as we land.
Cole will take care of it.
He’ll protect me. Him and his pack…
I take a deep breath, and Cole’s arm tightens even further. I have no control over what they think of me, but I can hope.
Hope’s all I have at this point, anyway.
Brock tugs down the makeshift divider and gives us a smile as he opens the cockpit door to speak to the flight attendant. They’ve gotten all the passengers off the plane and he’s grabbing my suitcase so I can change.
Cole’s cock is currently not in me, which is devastating, but I’m being really gracious about it.
Brock comes back into the cockpit with two bags, my floral one and a smaller black one.
“Well, the flight report is going to be interesting. So, how the fuck are you two getting out of here?” Brock says.
