Another whine slips out, this one more insistent when I scoot closer and brush against what feels like an intimidatingly large erection. “I don’t know what’s happening. I just had a heat, I shouldn’t…” a cramp hits, pulling a whimper from my throat. More slick leaks out of me, soaking through my panties and wetting my thighs.
“Goddamn. Alright, flower. Arms around my neck and hold on tight.”
I do as he says, closing my eyes as another cramp and a sudden wave of dizziness makes the room spin. When I open them again, we’re in a dark space filled with shelves. The air is musty and warm, and the ceiling is much lower than the rest of the building. It feels cozy and close and that calms my omega for the time being.
It takes a moment, but I finally manage to make my tongue work enough to ask where we are.
“We’re in the archives. Nobody ever comes down here except for me and Harold, and he isn’t here tonight, so we’ll have privacy until we can handle this wave and get you somewhere safe.”
“It hurts, Parker.” A single tear slides down my cheek, and the alpha melts, tucking my face into his neck as he leans against a tall shelf. There’s barely any light down here and while it soothes my omega, she’s also upset that we can’t see this alpha,our alpha,clearly. Mama’s theory about scent matches swirls around my mind, making more sense the longer I spend in Parker’s presence.
The neighbors note said M, P, P, and J. If three of those alphas are McKenzie, Paxton, and Parker, who is J?
All thought flies out of my mind when I feel masculine fingers graze my panties under my skirt. My heart is racing, terrified I am going to have to go through another heat, but then Parker asks, “Can I touch you, Posey?”
I nod frantically, bucking my hips into histouch as some of the panic melts away, replaced with apprehension. I know the polite thing to do would be to warn him I’ve never done any of this before, but I’m too afraid he’ll stop and Ineedthis.
“Such a good omega,” he purrs. Those long fingers circle my clit through my panties making me cry out. He flips us around and my back hits the shelf. In any other situation it would be uncomfortably distracting to feel the cold metal digging into my back, but all I can focus on now is the warm hand pressed firmly over my mouth. “We’re alone down here for now, but if you can’t keep quiet you’ll lead someone right to us. I don’t want anyone but me and my… brother seeing you like this.” In any other situation I would have noticed the way he paused, but I can’t focus on anything other than quenching the heat burning me from the inside out.
A burst of fresh perfume explodes out of me and Parker moans, his hips stuttering. “Jesus. Your scent…” he looks down at me, blue eyes shining in the dark. “I wonder if you taste as good as you smell?”
In a few smooth movements, he hikes me up, hooks one of my knees over his shoulder, and quickly does the same with the other one so he’s face to face with my slick soaked panties. Parker inhales deeply, groaning as he bites down gently on my clit through the material. I let out a keening whine, more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.
Cool air brushes my clit and I open my eyes, startled. Apparently while I was lost in the pleasure of his bite, Parker ripped my panties off leaving me bare under my skirt. His eyes sparkle. “You make the most delicious sounds, flower. Let’s see how many more I can get you to make before we get caught.”
The thought of getting caught only makes me hotter, and my hips rock against his face as he laps at my clit. I give in to the urge I’ve been fighting since he first kissed me and thread my fingers into his soft hair. It’s long enough on the top tohold on to, and I have a feeling playing with his hair is going to be a new obsession.
His tongue circles my clit before dipping into my core, drinking down each new gush of slick that pours out of me. “Fuck,” he moans, placing kisses along the inside of my thighs as he nuzzles at my overheated skin. “I think I’m addicted to the way you taste. I’m going to need this every day, flower.”
“Yes, alpha.” I whimper.
When one finger spears into my core, I jump. It’s tight, but not uncomfortable. Supposedly omegas feel less pain during their first time, but with how big Parker is? I don’t see how he’ll even fit, let alone how it won’t hurt.
“Hey. Come back to me, Posey.” I don’t realize my eyes are squeezed shut or that my breathing has doubled in speed until Parker draws my attention down, concern evident on his face even in the dim light of the archives. “Are you okay?”
I nod, taking a deep breath and holding it before exhaling slowly. “I’m sorry. I got in my head for a minute. I’m not…” my cheeks flame. “I’ve never done this before. I just started wondering if it would hurt and then… I’m sorry.”
The heat in my body is still there, simmering just under my skin, but my mortification seems to have tempered it a bit. At least for a brief moment. Parker lowers me carefully to my feet and makes sure I’m steady before he cups my face in both of his hands. “You’re a virgin?”
I nod, praying he can see so I don’t have to answer out loud. I don’t know why I’m so embarrassed, plenty of omegas save themselves for their future packs. It’s notascommon now as it was in my parent’s day, but still.
His forehead presses to mine, minty breath blowing across my face in harsh pants. “Your first time having sex is not going to be in some dusty library archives, flower.” He pauses. “Are you still feeling needy?”
My head bobs again, embarrassment cloggingmy throat.
“Okay, I have an idea. Think you can stay clear enough for me to get us out of here?”
“I can try.”
A smile lights up his handsome face and he presses a featherlight kiss to my lips, probably trying to avoid riling me up again before we get wherever he’s trying to take us. “Atta girl.”
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Me
SOS. Need you two to throw some of your shirts into a basket with any fancy bath shit you can find in Jude’s bathroom. The smellier the shirts, the better. Just yours, not Judes.
Mack
