Mateo tugs Iris to him, pulling her from my lap so her top half is laying over his thighs and her legs now drape over mine. She squeaks as he maneuvers her easily, his muscles flexing as he props her head up on one of the cream pillows and makes sure she’s comfortable.
Her creamy skin pinkens, throat turning a splotchy red, but her Omega is fighting to stay in the driver's seat, her thighsfalling open so Mateo and I can see the mess she’s made of her jeans.
“Pull down her pants, mi amor. I want to see you play with her pretty pink pussy. Let’s see if she tastes as good as she smells.”
My cock thickens and pulses, my mouth watering. I hadn’t planned to eat her out here—that felt like it would just remain a fantasy—but Mateo has given me an order, his Alpha has taken over, and I’m not going to say no. I had the set secured, and nobody is going to walk in here.
I shift on the loveseat that’s too damn small for this, but thankfully I’m fairly flexible. Mateo and his deft fingers undoes our Omega’s jean button, lowering the teeth of the zipper for me, while holding her on his legs with his other hand. Her chest rises and falls in short breaths, her hips wiggling in anticipation. I know she needs to be eased, we’ve made her wait long enough, and I’m thirsting for a taste of her pussy, but I absorb this moment.
Iris Walker, my dream girl, our scent-matched Omega, being held for me by my mate, my Alpha, while on the set of a film I wrote. We’re going to be very behind schedule now, but I couldn't care less. I’ll fund the whole goddamn movie if the investors pull out, or we don’t even have to shoot it ever. If today only served to bring her into our lives, that’s fine with me. Because I know this was meant to happen.
I smile roguishly at her, removing her shoes before pushing my glasses up my nose. I lean forward, inhaling her sweet, heady scent, hooking my fingers into the loops of her jeans. I pause briefly and hold her eye contact; she nods her permission and I drag the coarse fabric down over the generous curves of her hips until the V between her thighs is revealed, her sex covered in a soaked pair of white cotton underwear.
The scent of her arousal invades all my senses, and it’s like we’re in the middle of a ready-to-pick strawberry field. If my mouth wasn’t closed I’d be drooling. I lift my gaze to Mateo to see how he’s fairing.
His grip on Iris is strong, fingers indenting the flesh of her outer arm, while his other holds her hand nearest to him tightly. I have no doubt his cock is pressing into her back, and I admire my mate’s strength. Between Jett’s alpha-rage and Wilder’s almost rut, I nearly expected him to join them in a similar biological reaction. But while his neck is tight with restraint, and his nostrils are flared taking in her scent, he’s handling himself well.
I shouldn’t be surprised. He’s always been able to control his Alpha in a way many of his designations cannot. He claims it’s years of mind/body practices like yoga, meditation, running, and weight lifting, but it’s more than that.
My mate is a master at edging. Not only with his own desire but with mine. He loves to make me go without taking my pleasure when I’ve been naughty, and he likes to test the limits of his own denial as well. He’s a giver by nature like I am, but he thrives on how it feels to go without coming for long periods of time so the payoff is greater. In a way, Iris in heat is his ultimate test of restraint, and so far he’s passing. Even if this is the most on edge I’ve seen him, he’s still holding himself together.
Iris wiggles her hips and I draw my attention back down her body. I could tease her, take my time pulling her pants off and kissing up every inch of her skin, but that will have to wait for another day. She’s already waited long enough, and I don’t want to test my patience any longer either.
I drop her pants beside us and hook my fingers in the band of her underwear. Her body is warm under my touch, nearly too warm. It makes me feel even worse for not easing her sooner, so I waste no time in shucking them down, tucking the soaked fabric into my pocket. I’m keeping these as a souvenir; maybe I’ll tease my Alpha’s with them, or use them to get Mateo off later. My dick jerks and I know that’s exactly what I’m going to use them for.
“Look at you, sweet girl,” I mutter as I take in Iris’s half-clothed body. I place my palms on the outside of her legsand drag them up, pushing open her thighs further to make room for my body.
Iris moans at my touch, hips lifting toward my face as I wrap her legs around me. Her pussy, the mound of it curved with neatly trimmed dark hair is perfect. Her slit is pink, lips wet and gleaming, slick already leaking down to coat her inner thighs. Mateo is muttering to our Omega in Spanish, “Dioses. Eres perfecta, Omega. Tan madura y fragante.”Gods. You are perfect, Omega. So ripe and sweet smelling.
I inhale her like one would a candle and agree with my mate. I haven’t even tasted her yet, but I know I could eat her out every day. I want to walk around smelling like her and Mateo, let the entire world know who I belong to.
“Keep your legs around me, Omega,” I command. It’s not a bark since I’m not an Alpha, but Mateo’s eyes widen in amusement at the hard tone of it. I smirk at Iris. “I’m going to make you feel so good, okay?”
She nods vigorously and I move my hands to spread her pussy open with my thumbs, the swollen skin deep pink with need and slick beneath my touch. Her clit pulses and I swipe my thumb over it. She jackknifes upward, pussy nearly touching my lips. Mateo shushes her, holding her so she can keep her balance.
“Yes!” she cries. “I need more.”
I rub my thumb back the other way and then in circles. She keens, pressing up again for more sensation. If this were Wilder or Mateo between her thighs, I’d have no doubt they’d smack her pretty pussy and demand she wait like a good Omega for the pleasure they give her, but lucky for her, I’m not them.
She moans when I add pressure, legs gripping around my body to try to draw me in closer, no doubt wanting my mouth on her. But I’m not done playing yet.
I lick my lips and glance up at Mateo. He’s watching Iris carefully, a wolfish smile on his beautiful lips. “You like your Beta’s fingers on you, mi conejita?”
I see that nickname is going to stick even though the neutralizers in her nose are long gone. It suits her, though, and I foresee lots of fun play coming in the form of plugs fashioned as bunny tails and of course ears.
My mate loves toys, as she’ll probably find out. So does Jett, I’ve seen his collection he thinks is a secret only Wilder knows about. The guy has an entire chest full of stuff the two of them use on their partners. But, they’re going to have to get all new stuff now that we have an Omega of our own. One that deserves to have things that are her and our packs alone. Just like the nest that's gone unused in our home.
Iris whines, though this whine is one of desire instead of pain. “Yes, I like them.”
I increase the pressure of my thumb, dragging my other hand through her wet slit until I’m at her entrance. I slide two fingers in, her walls fluttering around me, her tight Omega pussy greedy for a knot. I can’t give her that, but I’m good with my mouth and fingers. At some point during her heat I hope I’ll be able to use my fist as a knot—something I’ve done before and enjoy doing.
Our Omega.
Those two words inspire me to make her feel the best she’s ever felt, give her the best head she’s ever had. I push my fingers in deeper until they can’t go any further, hooking them forward when I find her G-spot at the same time I press my thumb over her clit.
Iris shouts my name and slick flows from her pussy down my wrist, her body trembling as it barrels toward release. I want her to come, but not until I’ve tasted her. I let up on her G-spot, removing my thumb but holding her open. Mateo speaks softly to her, his eyes meeting mine right before I seal my lips over her clit.
Her flavor bursts across my tongue, the strawberry flavor of her so delicate and ambrosial—I’ve never tasted anything quite like her. Mateo’s cum is sweet too, but with a masculineundertone I can’t quite describe, where Iris is all feminine perfection, with floral undertones.
