My ass might as well be on fire, with the way I scramble out of the bedroom, Beau close behind.
“Holy fuuuuuuck,” Hudson fucking moans, stopping midstep when he sees us. “Oh, that isn’t fair at all.”
Neither are all the sexy noises he’s making. Omegas can only be expected to be so strong. Alphas groaning and moaning like that? He might as well pull his knot out and offer it up.
Shit, I better ask Tatum for heat suppressors tonight. I must be getting close to pre-heat, if every thought I have leads right back to me bent over, begging for knots.
The matching outfits the Alphas are wearing are full coverage, hiding all their weapons, I’m sure. Cream-colored linen pants with black hooded cloaks that reach mid-thigh should be outlawed.
Warning: might cause Omegas to slick.
Their belts are a simple rope that keeps the cloak tight at the waist, accentuating how damn fit they are.
They look like our medieval royal guards, here to defend us from rakes looking to claim our innocence. At least none of them are shirtless, but my god, do they all have to be so unbearably sexy?
Hudson is wearing a dark gold mask that covers just his eyes and nose. Thor’s is white, also only covering his eyes and nose, while Apollo’s is black, covering almost his entire faceexceptfor his lips.
This is a carefully laid trap to lure in weak Omegas, just like me. They’re plotting my demise. And I’m walking right into it.
Wait, Apollo’s mask…
“Won’t the scents of the other Alphas be too much for you?” I ask, frowning. I was expecting him to wear something that covered his lower face to block out all the scents.
All eyes turn to the Alpha as he removes his face mask slowly. Hells, he’s irresistible with the mask, but without?
A whine slips free that Beau hears, but thankfully the Alphas miss it.
Not so thankfully, the other Omega plasters himself against my body, fucking trembling as he takes my hand in his.
Be strong, Dream. Do not slick in your very thin thong.
“I’ll be okay, Dream. Don’t worry.” Devastating smile, sparkling eyes. I’m toast. “I don’t want to hide anymore; I can do this.” He takes in my dress, smirking. “If it gets bad though, you’ll just have to sit in my lap so I can soak in your scent instead.” His wink is downright scandalous. Sandalwood and amber fill my lungs, and I can’t hold back my gasp. He’s not hiding his scent either?
“No blockers? No mask? That’s awesome, Apollo.”
“No blockers. For any of us,” Thor says, grinning, clearly proud of the other Alpha.
Now I know for sure, without any doubt, that I was right. This is a coordinated attack, and these men are closing in for the kill. No blockers for Thor?
This is either Christmas morning or I’m in heaven.
Thank you, universe. I owe you so bad.
“No shit, no blockers?” Looking between the three Alphas makes me dizzy. Thor’s smile is downright salacious. He looks ready to start spreading thighs and destroying lives.
“We’re so dead,” I whisper to Beau, swallowing hard as I cling to him. He might be chemically fucked, but he’s as Omega as I am. We’re not built to resist Alphas.
“Yep,” Beau grunts as Apollo steps into our bubble, nearly nose-to-nose.
“When I kissed you, I realized I wanted you to know my scent. That’s why I wasn’t wearing blockers last night.” He glances at Beau beside me. “I’m so glad I did, because they showed me how to use my scent to help you. If I use blockers, I can’t do that again.”
“I hope one day I’ll get to share my scent with you, too,” Beau murmurs, biting his lip. My heart aches for him. It’s not fair thathis father forces him to hide his scent. To alter it. To lie to the world about who he is.
“Maybe Tatum and her guys will know a way to help,” I offer. “We’ll know your real scent soon, Beau, I promise.”
“Thank you, Dream.”
“So…my scent is okay then?” Apollo asks, all shy and sweet. The laugh that escapes me is more of a manic giggle.
