“Oh hell,” I grunt, because Apollo’s scent is filling the small space right along with Hudson’s. That has to be intentional. I bite my lip to hold in any more embarrassing sounds.
If I don’t get a grip, I’m going to be a slick mess the whole night. I would rather not draw that kind of attention. Thankfully, as we make our way to the exit and into the limo, I manage to get my shit together.
Sadly, once inside the limo, everything goes south. As in, all mythoughtsgo so far south they’re in hell. Because now I am trapped for the next thirty minutes in this hot box of Alpha pheromones. Fuck, how much longer until Thor’s scent hits?
Beau and I scoot all the way in like always. Thor fills the space in front of us with all his masculine Alpha sexiness.
Apollo gets in next, surprising me as he sits right next to Thor, leaving the seat directly across from me for Hudson.
Apollo rolls his eyes at Thor as the larger Alpha stares at him and how close they are. Apollo’s scent fills the small space with smokey sandalwood and amber, while Hudson’s spiced apples match the intensity.
“I don’t think I’m going to survive this car ride,” I tell Beau honestly. His eyes fall shut, and he groans.
“How do you think I feel? I can smell your desire too, Dream. I feel like I just took a hit of something so intoxicating that my head is in the clouds.” Beau’s confession about my scent makes butterflies dance in my stomach. ”I’m so hard it aches," he adds, and I look down instantly.
I want to offer to help with that. Maybe I could?
“I have no experience handling this kind of situation, or the needy part of me that wants to climb into their laps. Or the way I want you, skin-to-skin all fucking night.”
“Neither do I,” I admit, as the butterflies become erratic, and my pulse races. “I’ve never been so drawn to Alphas like I am with them.” The admission feels good, but the thought of telling him this next part makes my chest tight.
I don’t know how he’s going to respond, and I might be confident, but I hate rejection.
“I’m good at my job because I can fake it well. If I don’t feel something for the client, I make up a lie to help me pretend.” I let out a sigh, gathering my courage. “With you? I don’t need lies. No pretending here. I feel all of it, and it’s terrifying because I’ve never wanted an Omega. You’re different, and that’s scary.”
“Thank god.” Beau lets out a heavy breath, pulling me into his side. The closeness feels good, so I nuzzle his bare chest. “I thought I was an idiot. I’ve been preparing myself for the day you walked away.” One of his hands rests on my thigh, his other arm wrapped around me, holding me tight.
“I don’t think I could have walked away, even if you didn’t feel the same. I would have begged you to be my friend at least,” I tease, biting my lip.
I want to kiss him, but the Alphas are already bombarding us with their scents. Seeing two Omegas making out might trigger all of their instincts.
“Is it crazy that I want you so badly?” Beau whispers, tipping my chin up so I can look up at him.
The Alphas will be fine. I need to kiss Beau.
“Probably, but I like crazy,” I whisper, leaning in until our lips touch like the tickle of a feather. “I’ve been imagining kissing you since I watched you with Apollo. I don’t want to imagine anyone, Beau.”
“Satan himself couldn’t stop me from giving you anything you ask for.” Beau trembles as our lips meet. I expect him to be cautious or uncertain. Instead, he pushes his hand into my hair, tugging the strands until I whine into his waiting mouth.
The first swipe of his tongue tastes like strawberry cream, and I suck. His grunt is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, and when he pushes me back against the seat to get a better angle, I purr like a kitten.
We kiss like we’ve been doing this for years, and I wouldn’t bother coming up for air if it weren’t for the scent that clouds us.
Leather, clove, and Alpha musk heaven hit like a shot of adrenaline straight to my needy center, my clit aching for attention.
Beau and I are gasping for another reason now, as we pull apart, heads snapping to the massive man watching us like we’re next on the menu.
He smells like every dirty thought I’ve ever had about him. Even Apollo looks dazed, biting his bottom lip like he’s holding back a bite.
I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to come as badly as I do right now. It would be so easy, too.
One little swirl of their fingers…
“We’re here,” Hudson grunts, looking about as close to busting as I feel. Haze does have lots of private rooms. Fuck, I’m going to smell like someone was using rose oil and vanilla icing as lube.
“I’m not sure I can go in just yet,” Apollo says. Beau makes everything worse when he drops his hand from my hair to my thigh, caressing the bare skin.
“Haze has, um, things you can use to restrain certain body parts so they don’t wave hello from inside your pants. I can go grab them,” I offer, before realizing that I’m not getting out of this limo unless I start climbing over laps. “On second thought, you’ll probably want to grab them for yourselves so you can put them on in private.”
