Slick that won’t stop leaking out of my pussy floods the air and I’m even more glad now that there had been a rack of clothes wardrobe rolled in with an identical pair of jeans I’d been wearing before. But, I have no underwear on, so I know by the time I reach Pack Quinn's home, they’ll likely be ruined. It would help if I had underwear, but I couldn’t find them. Granted, those were soaked too.
I squeeze my eyes shut and exhale the breath I’d pulled in. I’d hoped to fall asleep in the car, but after my orgasm my head became clearer and my brain won’t shut up. Neither will my Omega. I can’t stop thinking, wondering if agreeing to the pack helping me was the right idea.
It is. They’re ours. Our mates.
They are. That much is true. It’s hard to deny when they smell like heaven to me. When simply being around them threw me into heat even after a year of suppressants, and the scent neutralizer up my nose. I should have known something was different before even going on set, given I was already feeling on edge. It’s like my instincts knew who Pack Quinn would be to me before I even met them.
Mint, lemon, honey, and basil—perfect compliments to my strawberry scent. My mouth waters again just thinking about what they’d all taste like together. Images of me on my knees, four males above me, their cocks out as I open my waiting mouth to be fed floods my mind. My mates giving me what my Omega body so desperately needs and craves—has craved for a long time, yet I’ve done everything in my power to deny myself of it.
And look where it led me. Yes, I’ve found my scent matches, but I’ve ruined the movie and potentially my career. Nobody will want to hire me when it’s found out I went into heat on set. Gods, I shouldn’t have even been there in the first place. I told them I was on suppressants; it was in my contract that I was. I know the scent match made things worse for me, and I couldn’t have predicted that, but would I get in trouble with their insurance? Or their investors?
Regardless of what happens, this could mean the end of my acting career. The career I’ve not only worked hard to have but sacrificed so much for. Even my health and basic biological needs. Every pleasure I felt from my mind-blowing orgasm Augie gave me, and the kisses with Wilder and Mateo, Jett’s touch, go out the window.
I grit my teeth as a feeble whine builds in my throat. I may have been eased through the first wave of my heat, but that was just the beginning. When I’m fully in the midst of my cycle, I’ll be lost to the haze of knots, pleasure, and breeding. Thank gods I’m on the birth control shot, a fact I’ll have to tell the pack before we’re intimate again. There’s a lot I should tell them before then, but I don’t want to speak right now in fear my hormones will take over and I’ll just cry.
My skin itches, and I want to reach out to the bonded Alpha and Beta pair for comfort. We’re on a bucket seat in the back of the SUV, Augie next to me and Mateo on the other side of him.
Before I closed my eyes they were holding hands, and I can’t help but wish I’d let Augie hold mine too. He offered but I shook my head no, thinking it was better to not touch during the enclosed car ride, one they said should take under thirty minutes this late at night—or early in the morning depending on how you look at it since it’s after two in the morning.
Ugh, this is such a mess. I’m a mess. A touch starved, reckless, mess, who ruined their film. I was supposed to be the solution to their problems, and now I’ve made an even bigger one. I should have never taken this job.
My Omega doesn’t like the idea of having done that and not having met her mates, because a cry sneaks out of me before I can stop it, the bridge of my nose stinging with the warning of tears.
“Iris?” Mateo asks, his voice laced with concern. “What is it?”
I don’t open my eyes and I don’t dare to answer him. If I do either, I’ll lose it. What will they think of me then? They just helped me through a wave of heat and are taking me home to help me through the rest of it; I don’t want them to think I’m not grateful. But I wonder if I wasn’t their scent match, what would have happened then?
A tear leaks out of my still closed eyes and I scrunch my nose to keep it from running. I feel Augie move beside me and some noises; it isn’t until the scent of honey fills my nose I know theAlpha and Beta have switched places. He doesn’t touch me but his purr springs to life and the weight of the seat dips next to me as he sits.
“Mi conejita,” he rumbles. “Your silence and tears are killing me. Please look at me and tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it.”
There’s a tentative touch against my cheek, turning my face to his. It’s light, waiting for further invitation to continue. I should pull away, but I can’t. Not only is Mateo one of my scent matches, but I’m an Omega in heat. A touch starved one at that. His warm skin feels too good, and his purr is already relaxing me.
I let my cheek fall into his palm before I finally open my eyes. It’s dark in the cab of the car, but with the lights of L.A. outside the windows, I see his concern written on his features. I imagine his Alpha is riding him hard like my Omega is. I’m in distress and he needs to comfort me.
“Please.”
“Please what, Omega?”
I swallow, realizing I said the word out loud. I think I’m getting closer to another wave of my heat. My Omega is pushing at me to take over again, to let this handsome and caring Alpha take care of us. I want him to, but not yet. I need to let them know what kind of Omega they’re dealing with here. That this heat is going to be far from normal. But I should tell their pack all together.
I blow out a breath and collect myself as best I can, bringing my hand up to grip Mateo’s wrist. He smiles softly at my touch, his purr growing louder. My muscles relax despite my thoughts, and my speeding heart rate slows.
“I need to tell you something,” I say.
Mateo’s thumb strokes my cheek, his features remaining calm despite the anxiety-inducing phrase I just spewed.
“Anything, Omega. What is it?”
I shake my head slightly. “How long till we reach your place?”
The movement of his thumb doesn’t stop. “We’re nearly there. Five minutes tops.”
Only five minutes till we get to their place, then a little bit longer for me to tell them everything and maybe exchange some pleasantries before they feed me their cum and fill me with their cocks and knots for the next three to five business days.
I shake that off and think about what I would even want to know about them beyond what I’ve read in entertainment magazines. The idea of asking them what their favorite color is before they fuck me across the mattress is ridiculous and I laugh at myself for thinking it.
Mateo smiles back, his roguish grin visible even in low light. It sets my fucking perfume off like a bomb. I hear his groan of desire before his thumb on my cheek stills and his hand tenses. Not good.
