“I thought you met her,” I said. He had me worried he’d make a play too damn forward, and scare away the omega.
Whenever we ventured out of our Pack for pleasure,Silas was the one who hooked them in. We stuck to betas, omegas being tricky since we are all alphas.
It’s been a while since we explored outside our Pack. After that last beta tried to get Havoc to bond her using an omega’s pheromones, we stopped. It went from a fun night to securing “the bag,” and that’s not what having a Pack is about.
I love Havoc and Silas, and I didn’t need anyone else, and they felt the same.
Now, that’s not the case.
Now we all scent-matched the same omega.
“No, I barely got to say two words to her before I got excited and came to get Havoc.”
“You didn’t get to say bye? You just left?” I ask Silas. Panic fills my gut as the realization of our situation dawns on me.
“I didn’t get that chance; she had an appointment. I didn’t think it’d take me over an hour to get Havoc and come right back. She was closed by the time we got there.” Scrunching my eyebrows, I played in my head how the encounter with the omega went. The man with the most game in our Pack flopped this hard?
Fuck. We are in trouble.
Well, maybe not Havoc since he scored a date. But anyone with common sense could tell he was a catch.
Havoc is hot as hell, but he’s also a quiet listener. I wonder if he was like that before prison. He was an enforcer for the mafia back in New York, and whenthey got busted, he took the fall, since his boss had just found his Pack, his omega. He did some time, but his boss got him out, got him out of the mafia too, and dropped him in Nashville as a thank you.
Thank God he did, because then we met him at Slapshots, the local bar the team had decided was our “spot,” and we scent-matched.
“Earth to Thorne, hello?” Silas waves his hand in my face, and I glare at my mate. “What are we gonna do? Maybe we should practice.”
“Practice what?” I ask.
“Asking her out. Havoc got us in; we need to take advantage of it. She’s our scent mate, all of our scent mates. We can’t let her slip through our fingers.” Silas rambles, his mind going faster than his words are, I’m sure.
“Then you go first; you’re the one who stood her up,” I say, scrunching my face. Is he serious?
“Okay, then you’re Noa. Sit down so you are about her height.” He takes a bite out of the sandwich I made him and shoves me down on one of the barstools.
Silas is instantly in my space, hovering over me. His lean arms trap me in my chair, and I roll my eyes.
He grabs my jaw and yanks me to look at him, and he peers down and raises an eyebrow.
“Don’t be a brat,” he orders, and I scoff.
“Don’t give me a reason to be.” I try to shove his arms away from me, but suddenly, Havoc is behindme, and his hands are on my shoulders, pushing me down.
“Thorne, be a good boy,” Havoc whispers in my ear, and my face flushes.
Fuck. It’s not fair having skin so light that everyone in the damn room can see how I’m fucking feeling.
I gulp, trying to think of a way out, but not thinking very hard. I can’t. I can’t with coffee and chocolate mixing under my nose.
“Is this how you’d flirt with the omega, get all up in her face? Surround her? That’s going to have her running for the hills.”
“It’s working on you, is it not?” Silas says as he palms my hard dick.
Havoc is quiet as he licks up the column of my throat, has my Adam's apple bobbing as I thickly swallow hard.
Silas rubs me over my jeans, and my hips involuntarily jerk forward, trying to get more.
“Fuck,” I moan as Havoc kisses my neck, leaving bruises for fucking sure. I growl, knowing that I’ll have to cover that up for the game tonight. “Havoc.”
