A deep and menacing growl vibrates through my being, the source of it from Wilder’s chest, sending another wave of slick to my already soaked underwear. To any other designation standing within ten feet, that growl was a warning to back the fuck off, but to me, to my Omega, it was the sexiest thing we’ve ever heard.
There’s cursing around me as I grip his silky dark hair tighter beneath my fingers, nostrils flaring, but all I smell is that damn scent neutralizer. I scrunch my nose and a pathetic whine pulls from my throat. I need a tissue so I can blow my nose. I need to smell him like he can so obviously smell me.
I press myself further into the massive Alpha whose body is nearly as heated as mine. We’re like two stars burning bright in the galaxy, and his touch is setting me alight. His large palmsdrag down my curves to cup my ass, gliding my core against his massive dick, one that’s hard and ready for me to ride.
Knot.
A pain rips through my stomach and I gasp. Had strong arms not been holding me up, I would have doubled over in pain. Fuck. It’s been so long since I’ve had a heat—not to mention a heat around Alphas—I almost forgot how much it can hurt…almost.
My abdomen clenches again and I pull on the hair in my hands so hard Wilder grunts, his cock twitching.
“We need to get out of here,” a soothing yet worried voice says. It sounds like Augie.
“We can’t just take an unbonded Omega home with us, mi amor,” Mateo answers.
“Then where? We have a nest.”
“She hasn’t consented,” another growling voice replies with a southern twang, telling me it’s Jett. “She’s not in her right mind.”
Annoyance claws at my chest that they’re talking about me like I’m not here. I want to tell them off, tell them that while I may have knots on the brain, and feel like I’m burning alive from the inside out, I can consent. But the Alpha holding me to his chest begins to purr. The sound turns me into putty, the pain in my abdomen lessening and my rage easing.
“Little Omega,” Wilder groans. “You smell so good.”
My purr rattles to life in my chest. The sound is foreign, and I have no idea why I’m making it. Even the times I’ve gone to a heat clinic and had Alpha’s help me through, I’ve never purred. Purring by an Omega is reserved for members of your bonded pack, soothing children, or...mates.
I told you, my Omega purrs.They’re ours. Not just him. The whole pack.
An urgent need to scent him, to scent all of them, takes over, my Omega riding me to figure my shit out.
I dip my nose to where I know Wilder’s scent gland is. But still all I get is the sterile scent of neutralizers. I whimper pathetically and bury my nose deeper against his throat. His hands grip me tighter and another touch soothes down my back in an attempt to comfort me, leaving a trail of pleasurable fire in its wake and more slick to produce from my very needy pussy.
“Easy, mi conejita.”
Mateo. His hand is the one on my back, petting me so nicely. I never want him to stop. I inhale again against Wilder’s neck and huff in frustration.
“Can you tell us what’s wrong?” Mateo asks.
“The neutralizers,” a wobbling female voice says. “She’s going into heat and can’t scent any of you.”
A growl rips from my throat and I push away from Wilder. The movement is so fast and with strength I didn’t even know I had, that he doesn’t have time to pull me back.
I stalk toward the women who interrupted me, only stopping when two shaking hands are held in front of my snarling face.
“It’s me, Iris! It’s Sadie! I come in peace!” she squeaks.
“Get out!” Wilder growls at my back.
“No, I’m not leaving her,” she contends, voice determined yet frightened.
Another person appears between us, my eyes now level with a lean chest. My narrowed gaze lifts to beautiful green eyes framed with thick-framed glasses.
“Iris.” His voice is calm, like a soothing aloe to my heated skin. “Are you lucid enough to know who I am?”
“Augie,” I say easily. My Omega may be at the surface, but I won’t be completely lost to heat until it hits its peak. And now that I’m not held against Wilder and the other two Alpha’s, I already feel a bit more clearheaded.
“Good,” Augie murmurs. I hear some scuffling behind me and try to turn, but he takes my chin between his fingers so I can’t look. Wilder growls and another one of the Alphas growls back. Pain lances through my low belly from the noise and Iknow I don’t have much time before I’m on my knees and begging for a knot to ease me.
Fucking body betraying me. Fucking suppressants. I can’t even smell Pack Quinn for fucksake and this is happening to me. Sometimes biology really is a bitch.
