“Beau, it’s okay. You’re an Omega, and no one here is ever going to punish you for that. I’m not accusing you of anything.” My scent hijacks the reins and blasts the poor man with soothing pheromones. I’m so potent even I taste vanilla rose on the back of my tongue.
I’d feel guilty about the way his body trembles if his shoulders weren’t drooping more every second he breathes me in.
Unfortunately for me, I’m a hugger. A toucher. A ‘let me just breathe the same air as you while you panic internally' kind ofgirl. Wrapping myself around him like I’m one part snake, the other part koala is just who I am.
Omegas gonna Omega.
He melts into me like an ice cream cone in the summer sun. I manage not to lick his chest, but I can’t stop myself from nuzzling my scent all over him.
“It’s automatic. I don’t know how to be an Omega, and anything that makes me seem less Beta is a trigger. I’m sorry I snapped at you, Dream.” His words are a soft mutter against my shoulder.
“It’s okay. I’m here to help you, however I can. I can find a way to destroy Scott, all while showing you how to Omega, pressure-free.” I smile up at him, our arms wrapped around each other so tightly that I barely budge.
“You’re an angel.” He chuckles softly, shaking his head, a cheesy grin taking over his handsome face until he’s all playful joy. “You’re a dream come true.”
We both pause, staring at each other for a moment before bursting into a fit of laughter so strong my sides hurt, tears falling down my cheeks as I struggle to breathe.
“That was so bad,” I gasp.
“I had too!”
“Low-hanging fruit.” I swipe my tears away when I can finally breathe again.
“It worked, though. Your little snorts are adorable, by the way.”
I shouldn’t pout when he pulls his shirt and hoodie on, but I’m only Omega.
“We should go out there. You know, before Apollo goes rogue and uses Hudson as a pincushion.” I sigh, ignoring his comment about my snorts.
“About that,” Beau’s blush is so pink as he tips his head down, tapping the tile floor with his sock-covered toe. “Hudson was in your bed?”
“Apollo made it sound salacious. I was having a nightmare, and Hudson heard me screaming. I’m guessing you didn’t?”
“Oh, shit.” His face drops with guilt, and he pushes a hand into his hair. “I heard you. I just…I have these dreams... I can’t tell if they’re real or not, and sometimes I hear screaming. I’m sorry, Dream; I thought it was in my head.”
“No, no. It’s okay. I should have warned you I get night terrors. Just didn’t realize it might happen again.” I huff, leaning my hip against the sink, crossing my arms over my chest. “Anyway, his help turned into an interrogation where he basically accused me of being a clout-chasing gold digger that was going to abandon you once I got what I wanted.”
All the shy blush disappears when his head snaps up and his eyes go wide, jaw hung open.
“What was he worried you would be getting from me, exactly? Orgasms? Oh no, so scary.” He snorts a little chuckle, matching my stance. We both blush at the mention of orgasms.
Note to self, Dream is not professional enough to work with exceptionally sexy Omega men that fuck me with their eyes.
“That’s more or less what I asked him. Wildly confusing at first, but I eventually figured him out. You walked out just before I put all the mystery pieces of Hudson Saint-James together.”
“But Apollo thought you two were hooking up? He’s got this place mic’d up, though, I’m sure.” He looks as confused as I feel. “Wait, I got an email from Easton.”
“Holy shit, what did he say?”
“I haven’t read it yet; I wanted to show it to everyone.” He grabs the phone out of the bag on the sink, taps the screen a few times, then hands it to me. “The email is from three a.m."
“Okay, come on.” I take his hand in mine and drag him out of the bathroom. “Easton messaged Beau!” I holler as I open it.
Apollo is sitting at the small dining table, laptop open in front of him, while Thor pulls food off of a room service cart, and Hudson joins us in the kitchen.
“Easton?” Hudson asks, frowning at me. He sits at the kitchen counter, keeping his distance from the Alpha that probably still wants to stab him. Smart.
“Easton Hayes.” I nod, tilting my head to watch his reaction as the light flicks on in his noggin.
