Yes, good, my Omega insists. But she’s clearly a confused hussy, because I’m trying to keep sex from happening in the back of this SUV, and now that I’ve thought about it, I would like to know something personal about the men I’m going to fuck.
Mateo and I lock eyes again, and I’m glad he’s still holding my cheek because I have the biggest urge to look down and see if he’s hard. I have no doubt he is, and I’d be a liar if I said I haven’t thought about what his cock will look like and feel like inside me ever since I felt the heat of it pressing into my back while he held me and Augie ate me like his last meal.
“What do you need to tell me?”
His words bring me back to the present. “I—” Pain ripples through my abdomen, cutting off my words. Fuck. I don’t know if I’m going to make it five more minutes let alone longer than that, especially when I’m surrounded by their entire pack instead of just two of them.
Mateo’s seductive honey scent strengthens in my nose, and I greedily inhale like it’s a drug. That was stupid of me, because a gush of slick produces between my thighs.
His purr turns to more of a throaty growl, and much like his moan, it doesn’t help the situation between my thighs. My core throbs and I clench my legs together as another cramp ripples through me. Fuck, this heat wave is coming on fast and I can’t stop it. The orgasm before helped to curb my need but I don’t just need to come, I need a knot.
“Mateo.” I reach out frantically for his free hand and grip it.
“What’s wrong? What do you need?” His voice is slightly panicked and for a brief moment I feel bad for making him anxious.
“What’s your favorite color?”
The SUV goes quiet before both him and Augie bark a singular laugh. I realize it’s funny, but I’m being serious.
Mateo sees that I’m not laughing and swallows before answering, “Yellow.”
My lip tilts at the corner. Yellow makes sense. He reminds me of sunshine, and his skin is warm like it too. I imagine laying on a blanket in the park with him, the California sun shining on us, and his honey taste on my tongue as we kiss—it makes me both happy and sad. The image is lovely, but we aren’t going to be basking in the sun together during my heat, and I don’t know what will happen between us after it’s over.
I push that thought away before my Omega can dwell and I start crying again. “What about you, Augie?”
I pry my gaze away from Mateo, his hand dropping from my cheek as I look at the Beta seated on the other side of him.
“Grey,” he says easily.
I raise an eyebrow. “Grey?”
He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose like he did after he ate me out, lips wet from my cum. It was hot and adorable at the same time, two things I didn’t know could coincide. “I should say silver.” He clears his throat. “Like the color of your eyes.”
The heat that’s been building down below spreads upward, my skin turning into fire. I shift in my seat, the clothes on mybody way too itchy. My hands grip the bottom of the shirt I have on and I pull at it, hating the way it feels on my skin. I want soft blankets that feel like butter. I want a nest that smells like my pack—well, not my pack yet. We’re not even going to my nest since it wouldn’t be big enough.
Frustration scratches at the back of my throat. I hate that I don’t know what this one looks like. Mateo and Augie assured me no other Omega has been in it, but while my Omega is happy to be taken care of by her scent matches, and that we’re going to go through a heat with them, our biology craves familiarity and comfort. I don’t like not knowing what it’s going to be like, or how the room is going to feel.
I whine and instead of turning away from Mateo like I tell myself to, I nearly dive into his lap. The only reason I don’t fully do so is because the seat belt I’m wearing prevents me from it, so my face ends up near his armpit.
Alpha, my Omega purrs. “Help.”
“We’re pulling into our driveway. We’ll help you when we’re inside.”
I stifle an embarrassed groan. I didn’t mean to say help out loud, but I do need help. The pain is growing unbearable, and my pheromones are so strong now, the only reason I smell Mateo is because my nose is directly near a scent gland.
He rubs my arm just as the car jerks, coming to a complete stop.
“Can you walk, Iris?” Augie asks.
My Omega grumbles no at the same time I say yes—two competing answers. But I’m not an invalid; I can get in the house by myself. I pull my nose away from him and sit back. He unbuckles my seatbelt before I can, his arm and hand brushing against me. I bite my lip when my clit pulses and nearly jump him and beg for his knot. Thankfully the car door opens beside me and cool night air filters into the cab.
The change of scent and intrusion both is a relief and an annoyance. My Omega liked the smells of us, but without thema bit of the pain ebbs, enough I should be able to walk safely to their home before anything embarrassing can happen in front of the driver. I’m still trying to forget I fell to my knees and nearly presented myself in front of all of them earlier.
Before I can make my way out of the car Mateo stops me with his hand on my thigh. The pressure feels good on my body and I want to ask him to move it closer to my pussy, but I don’t. I look up into his eyes and find him smiling.
“You didn’t tell us your favorite color.”
I smile back at him. “Purple.”
