"It's been a very memorable time. I'm glad I got to be part of my sister's wedding."
He nods as though this is the answer he was expecting. "She is too. She told me that you've always been the very best sister to her. Which is why she gave me this to give to you," Corbin says, holding up a folded piece of paper.
When I open it Flora's looping scrawl reads, "Thank you, now go home and let your pack take care of you."
I glance up sharply to her.
Go,she mouths with a big smile. I sigh and that sigh turns into a groan as another heat cramp rolls through me. My vision blurs at the edges and I know that I can't hold off my omega much longer.
I look up into Corbin's deep blue eyes and the concern and care there takes my breath away.
"Let me take care of you Sweetheart," he asks, and I know that I'm going to melt like a popsicle.
"Okay, Daddy," I agree, and his eyes darken into something deeper, closer to feral.
He guides me to the table with the rest of our pack with a hand to the small of my back. We gather our things, give a brief farewell to my family and head for the door. We took Corbin's big SUV because of my dress and their suits and I'm glad for it now. There's no way I could have stayed on the back of a bike through pre-heat. I slide into one of the captains chairs in the middle row. Gage takes the captain's chair across from me. Rafe and Eli take the bucket seat behind us and Zeke takes the front seat. Corbin drives.
Once we're pulling out of the parking lot and I'm fully surrounded by the scent of my alphas, I can't hold out any longer. I'm safe, surrounded and able to completely let go. My omega takes over.
Eli
I rip my mask off and breathe deep.
My mate.
My mate.
My mate.
The truth pours into every pore of my being. Her scent has climbed to the heights of a drug for my alpha. I need it, need her, with every fiber of my being.
“Blossom.”
“Princess?”
Zeke and Gage are both trying to communicate with Winnie, but our Winnie isn’t here anymore. Her omega is in charge. That’s clear from her scent alone. But when she looks around, I can see it in her blown pupils that won’t focus on anything and the high-pitched whine she lets out. It’s the only way she can communicate her needs right now. That sound is pure desperation, and it goes straight to my cock, thickening it to full, aching length. At the same time the sound grates something in me. I clench my teeth. I wish I could just enjoy it like every other alpha.
We’re flying down the highway, trying to get back to Corbin’s house. The pack house. Both. Whatever. It doesn’t matter. She needs me now, and I need her to be okay.
I move up the space between the two captain’s chairs and drop to my knees between Winnie’s legs. I look up into her eyes, blown wide and begging.
“You need me, omega?” I ask.
She nods, letting out a few of those heart-stomping omega whines. It grinds against my ears. I feel a hand next to mine as Rafe puts something in my palm. Noise canceling earbuds. Thank fuck. I stuff them in and the world goes quiet.
“Okay, Softness. Just lean back. I’ve got you,” I murmur.
My hands skim up the sides of her legs to her garters, hooking my fingers into the waistband and gently pulling down until I take them and the uncomfortable-looking heels off. Her expression relaxes and I smile, rubbing her for a moment before turning my attention to my omega’s slick-soaked center.
I lean forward, intending to ease her in with my mouth, but fingers tangle in my hair and tug sharply. There’s a message there, straight from the depths of her omega soul. Not today.
I straighten, hands fumbling at the buttons of my dress slacks.
Rafe drops to his knees between the chairs and swats my hands away. He grips my hips and tugs, undoing the inner button. His hand brushes my erection. Our eyes meet, and the tension between us spikes. Fuck, I’m in heaven, trapped in this car with my omega and a hot as hell alpha who’s clearly ready to help wreck her.
Winnie’s perfume fills the car along with another high omega whine thats deeply muffled by the earbuds. When I look back at her, she’s watching both of us with raw need and trembling hunger. Her thighs are slicked with arousal, practically pulsing. She’s shaking, hips tilted toward us like she wants to be filled and devoured at the same time. She’s got her legs spread in the middle of traffic. Anyone whodrives by could glance in and see her tits shaking, her thighs open, her perfect pussy dripping for us.
“Perfect omega,” I growl.
