“I’m not as good with people as Jonah, definitely not with Omegas. This is strange for me too, being here, getting ready to do this when we’re basically strangers. I think you’re beautiful, and Cole clearly likes you. Cole doesn’t like anyone. So, I know that it’s a lot and you’re probably scared. But I’m here willingly, and I can’t promise you anything outside of your heat, but I’m promising to take care of you and treat you right while we’re here.”
I blink at him and his honesty. It feels raw; it feels real. His peppermint scent is thick and reminds me of Christmas.
My body has a mind of its own as I unfold myself, crawling on the tiled floor and situating myself in between his legs.
His breathing hitches as I grab his arms and wrap them around me. I’m going to steal all the cuddles I can during this heat, if that’s all I get.
“Holy shit. Is it normal for your skin to be this hot?” he asks in a worried tone. “Jonah will know,” he starts and I spin around in his arms, my hands on his face.
His face should be studied for how beautiful he is. Maybe he was made in a lab. My hands explore, unfurrowing his brow, and running my hands through his soft hair. I wonder what brands of hair products he uses, and how it still smells so much like peppermint.
I trace a pattern over the crease of his brow and down the straight line of his nose. Absolutely perfectly even.
“Pretty,” I rasp out and his light-green eyes meet mine as he tenderly places my chin in between two fingers.
“You can let go. I’ve got you.”
So I do. I let it all go and just let my body take what it needs.
Chapter 8
Mack
Her soft handswrap around my neck as I bring her lips against mine.
Instincts I didn’t know I had are fueling me. It scares the shit out of me. I’ve never felt the call to care for an Omega before. It’s why I was so disinterested with how badly Jonah wanted us to date. They shouldn’t have let me in their pack with our age difference, but they insisted. Well, Cole insisted.
His guilt manifested in the form of making sure I was taken care of, and Jonah has become my best friend too. It’s obvious that we’ve been struggling all living separate, somewhat lonely lives. Well, at least I know I’ve been endlessly lonely, but that’s not unusual for me.
Yet, this Omega’s sweet lemony scent is making me question everything.
Why didn’t I want this? What was I so scared of?
I was honest with her. I can’t promise anything outside of these walls. We have to get through her heat, but maybe I’m lying to myself. Because the way she’s kissing me makes me feel wanted in a way I’ve never experienced.
My fans want me, people find me attractive. But most of the time, they see what I want them to see. It’s easier to play the role people want instead of my true self.
Jonah and Cole know who I am, but could I grant someone else access to me—the real me? Could I let an Omega own the biggest piece of me?
Shiloh whimpers, readjusting herself to where she’s straddling me, her kisses getting more frantic as I grab her hips, holding her tight against my body.
This is so much, so fast, but there’s no other option. She needs relief; she needs this pain and ache to go away. It’s all in the wrong order, but we’re what she needs and I have to push all these uncomfortable feelings to the back of my mind.
I’m in the now. And at this moment I’m going to let myself enjoy this. I’m going to take care of her, and I’m not going to worry about the fallout that’s bound to happen.
Her tongue tangles with mine, her hands moving from my nape to explore my chest as she grabs my T-shirt at the hem and tugs. I take my hand off her for a moment to grab the back of my shirt and tug it off. Shiloh pulls away to take in my body.
“We should go to the nest,” I tell her.
She doesn’t listen, just drags her nails down from my collarbone to my navel. I’m so fucking hard I think my knot might swell before it gets inside of her. She does it again, raking her nails across my flesh, and the back of my head hits the glass of the shower with a thunk.
“Fuck. If you want a knot you should probably take my cock out right now, baby.”
She pauses her hands on my chest, a soft noise leaving her as she stands up. She’s ungodly fast as she rips her shirt over her head and tugs down her yoga pants.
Shiloh stands before me confidently in her underwear, the crying Omega I walked in on is long gone. All that’s left is a sweet Omega in heat that needs me.
“Do you need help with these?” I ask with a smirk, grabbing the hem of her panties and tugging her closer to me.
