Jett’s blue eyes lock with mine and in them I see the same yearning I know is reflected in mine, but also an excitement.
We have an Omega—and hopefully, after her heat—we’ll make our bond with her permanent.
Chapter ten
August
Ifyouhadtoldme at any point in the last ten years that Iris Walker would be in my lap, in heat, and our pack’s scent-matched Omega, I would have insisted that would only happen in my dreams.
Turns out, dreams do come true.
Her sweet strawberry perfume swirls in the air alongside Mateo’s honey pheromones, making my mouth water and my dick painfully hard. Her dilated grey eyes that remind me of storm clouds, are zeroed in on mine, and her warm body rocks gently on my lap, knees bracketing my hips and her hands gripping my shoulders. Her body is so hot I’m surprised her clothes aren’t damp with sweat.
I reach one hand up, keeping the other on her hip, and brush her dark hair behind her ear, my fingers trailing softly over her cheek. She shivers, oscillating her hips over my dick. The crotch of her jeans is damp with her slick, and if she wasn’t in such need, and we weren’t on set, I’d lay her out on the ground and eat her until all she knew was how to scream my name.
The love seat sinks next to me, and Mateo’s honey scent gets stronger. Iris turns her face, her cheek resting in my palm as she looks at my mate—her mate now too. I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have found both of them. I can only hope that after the haze of her heat is over, she’ll want to be ours like I know my pack already wants her to be.
“You’re so beautiful, mi conejita,” Mateo says.
Iris releases her bottom lip and smiles. “You are too.” She flushes a deeper pink that makes her look similar to the delicious fruit she smells like, before she gives her gaze back to me. “So are you.”
I blush now too, my cheeks becoming warm. I skim the pad of my thumb over her cheek, soaking in the fact Iris Walker, my crush for forever, called me beautiful, and she’s mine.
Her hips rock with a bit more force, a small moan escaping from her plump lips as she chases the relief we promised her, her hot pussy dragging over my bulge before she drops her head forward, teasing her nose over my scent gland and marking me with her pheromones.
Fuck, that was hot. I drop my hand down to her ass, gripping both plush cheeks with my palms while lifting my legs a bit to give her more of the friction she’s seeking.
Iris nips at my throat right over Mateo’s mating bond scars and my dick jerks in my pants. If she does that again I’m going to come before she does, and that’s not acceptable.
“Sweet girl,” I groan, sliding a hand up her back and to the nape of her neck, gently coaxing her away from my throat.
Her hips grind into me at the same time she whines from the loss of my scent in her nose. Her heated gaze meets mine, her mouth in an adorable pout. Mateo chuckles when he sees it, his warm laugh vibrating through my body from where our arms touch. Iris glances over to our Alpha, my attention following hers.
Mateo’s eyes are darker than normal, his scent mixing with another cloud of Iris’s perfume, making the both of us groan. Mateo shifts on the couch, his erection evident through his jeans. Images of me and Iris sucking his cock at the same time flash behind my eyelids and Mateo’s lip curls into a half-smirk, like he knew exactly what I was thinking. He probably does.
We’re mates, and even though we can’t communicate telepathically, I’m sure he felt the pulse of my desire down the bond. He also knows what I like, and I love sucking his thickcock while I jerk his fat knot. I know Iris will too, and I have no doubt she’ll become addicted to his taste like I have.
“Do you need to come, Omega?” Mateo asks, his voice syrupy with his own arousal and desire.
“Yes, Alpha. Please,” Iris beseeches, her hot pussy gyrating harder on my cock.
I hold her hips steady and grind my teeth together, her muscles flexing beneath my fingers as she tries to move. Fuck she’s strong, but I’m stronger, keeping her in place.
“I need to move,” she begs. “Please Augie.”
Mateo twirls a strand of her dark hair around his finger, the color of it similar to his. Like a rich dark chocolate that’s near black in color.
“What if our Beta touches that sweet pussy of yours, how about that, Iris?”
Goddamn. Our Beta. I really like the sound of that. The touching sounds really nice too. More than nice.
Her eyes widen and she nods vigorously. “Yes, I need—” Her words break into a whine and by the way she attempts to fold in on herself, I know it’s another cramp.
Sweat breaks out on my forehead from the arousal in my body, Iris’s hot curves against me, and the bright light of the set that still shines down on us. I’m never going to be able to look at this bookstore again in the same way.
“Do you trust me, mi conejita?” Mateo asks.
“Yes,” she says without having to think about it, and Mateo purrs in delight. The best thing an Omega or mate can do is say they trust their Alpha. It’s an immediate aphrodisiac.
