His eyes are a welcome warmth over my body, and I swear I see him nod in approval, which makes my omega preen.
His hand finds my lower back, and I swear I might be the luckiest omega ever as he walks me, not to his car but across the street.
The restaurant is within walking distance and one that I frequent, so the worry about finding something on the menu isn’t a problem I’ll have tonight.
It’s a small burger joint with bar-style decor. The lights are low, and I’m grateful, as overhead lighting has been straining my eyes and causing me headaches as of late. So much so that I’m thinking of changing the lighting at Cozy Bear.
Havoc opens the door for me, and heat blasts us as we walk inside. I smile a bit as Havoc guides me with alight hand on my back. I have half the nerve to lean into his touch more, but I refrain.
I’m not a desperate omega. I’ll be the perfect, most respectable date this man has ever been on. Keeping my hands to myself.
It’s warm in here with tan-colored leather booths and a long bar on one side of the room. People fill the seats, and for a moment, I think we won’t get seated. The hockey game ended not too long ago, based on the enormous crowds walking around, so it’s no surprise this restaurant is packed.
I smile at him, and as he guides me straight past the hosts’ stand, heading towards the back, and despite all the people here, I get a whiff of a scent I’d never thought I’d smell again. I smell them.
I smellthem.Omg. Cherry and warm coffee blast my face. Turning my head slowly, I don’t want Havoc to catch on that I’m looking for my other scent mates while on my date with him. Still, I try to pin the scents, hoping I could catch a peek of them, but I can’t see with all the people here.
As Havoc walks me deeper into the restaurant, it gets stronger.
I can practically taste them now. My gut turns at the thought of scenting out two more potential scent matches while on a date with another scent match. How awkward is that?
I have to stop searching for them. This is Havoc andme time. Though he should know I have more potential scent matches.
“Havoc, I have to tell you something-” I begin, but am stunned when Havoc’s hand lands on a booth with two men already sitting in it. Not any two men, but Cherry and Coffee sitting in it.
“What’s going on?” My eyes land on Cherry first. His dark black hair is slightly curly at its ends and in his eyes as he shakes his head. His cheeks flush a light pink when we make eye contact, and I almost blush at the sight of him blushing.
He doesn’t seem the type, seeing his piercing green eyes and tattoos scattered around his body, fingers, and throat included. It’s hot, and while I would love to drool, I swallow the excess spit in my mouth and turn towards Coffee.
His skin is smooth and dark like mine, and so are his eyes and hair. He looks just how he did the other day when he… stood me up. His smile lights up a room, and yet the pit in my stomach isn’t ready to let go of the rejection I felt by his disappearance.
My smile dips as I turn to Havoc. His hair is down, brushing his shoulders, and he slides off his leather jacket, hanging it on the hook outside the booth wall.
“Meet my Pack mates, Noa. This is Silas and Thorne Gray.”
“Your Pack mates? Like you three are in a Pack? Together?” My words sputter out of me, but I can’tbelieve that the three scents I’ve been dreaming of since two days ago are all Pack mates.
“Yes, we are together, all of us.”
“Together together?” My face is hot as the question slips out, and I slide into the booth. Why would I even ask this, oh my goodness? My omega is all too eager to hear the answer, and I try to dampen the burning in my cheeks by distracting myself with the menu on the table. Spoiler alert, it doesn’t work. I can’t drag my eyes away from Havoc as he slides into the booth chair next to me.
Havoc coughs as Silas smiles even harder. “Yes, Noa,” he drags my name on his tongue like he’s tasting it. Tasting me. “Together, together.”
“Oh,” I say, the wall looking more and more interesting as my face gets red hot. Thorne’s eye catches mine and makes my face flame as I think of them together.
On the first date, Noa? Really?
“It’s nice to meet you, Silas and Thorne.” Their names flow off my tongue, and it only makes me want to repeat them. Like I’d said, I did it too fast and didn’t appreciate it enough.
“Hey, I’m sorry about the other day. I—we came back. I grabbed Havoc and then stepped in dog shit. I swear I wasn’t supposed to take that long.”
“It’s okay,” I say.
“It’s not, I should have ran to you, foot covered inshit and all,” he says, and everyone laughs, but he drops his smile, the slightest bit, which makes me think he might be serious.
“So,” I say, making it awkward. Havoc places a gentle hand on my thigh, far from my private bits, and yet, my pussy reacts all the same.
I clench my thighs together in an effort to hold myself and my perfume together. I avoid eye contact with all of them in hopes they don’t catch the sweetness in my scent.
