I’m about to ask him what else he found out when strawberry perfume bursts around us, hitting me square in the gut. I groan, gripping Augie’s hand to keep from pulling Iris into my arms.
Jett soothes his hand down her back, the scent of slick and cum making it obvious that his knot has released and Iris is revving up into another wave of her heat.
My cock throbs and I can scent my own honey pheromones getting stronger.
“Star,” Jett croons. “Do you need to be filled again?”
Instead of answering, she whines. I grit my teeth at the noise and look at Wilder. I know I technically don’t need his permission to take care of our Omega, but I do it out of respect for him and his position.
In most cases he would have been the first to knot Iris in her very first heat with us in her new nest, but again, this situation is not a normal one. We’re also not a pack that necessarily follows traditional ways of pack life. Wilder may be our leader but he’s not an asshole who thinks that just because he’s the most dominant means he does everything first. The only thing he’ll need to do is bite her first, that way our pack link is as solid as it can be. Then the rest of us can bite her in any order.
I clench my jaw, teeth throbbing. I cannot think about bites right now. Not when we haven’t even had a chance to speak to Iris for more than a few words on set and in the car. We also told her we wouldn’t bite her, and I’d never break her trust like that.
“You good, Mateo?” Wilder asks, the question carrying more weight than the words themselves.
I swallow and dip my head. “I’m good.”
He looks away from me and down at Iris. Jett is gently peeling her fingers from his shoulders. Her nails have left crescent marks and her nose is buried into his scent gland. She keens, hips thrusting forward in search of a knot.
Jett groans when she shifts against his already hard cock. Alphas are made for Omegas, and during a heat we’re constantly ready to go. That way the Omega is always satisfied and chances of pregnancy are high. The image of Iris, belly growing round with our child, hits me hard and I stifle a groan.
I can’t think about that right now. While it’s a wonderful image, it’s not happening now or maybe ever. Regardless, the idea of Iris pregnant is one I love picturing, and it makes me even harder than before and my Alpha far too excited.
Contrólate, Alpha. If I don’t, I’ll fall into a rut. The last thing any of us need today is another close call. Iris, Augie, Jett—even Wilder—they need me present and in control.
“I know, I know. You’re going to get what you need,” Jett soothes. “Mateo is going to help you. You remember him, don’t you Omega?”
Jett lifts her chin up to look at me and I see her spark of recognition before she nods. While Iris will still have some awareness during her heat waves, with her Omega taking charge sometimes it’s easy to get confused and lost in the moment. Just like when an Alpha is lost to rut. You’re there, but you feel as if you’re not and it’s hard to think straight. Needless to say, I’m glad Iris and her Omega know who I am at the moment. It will get harder for her as the days go on.
Augie lets go of my hand so I can hold my arms out to her. “Can I take care of you, mi conejita?”
She scrunches her nose, pupils dilating as she observes me. Or should I say her Omega does. There’s a half second where I wonder if she’s going to say no for some reason, but then she’s pushing out of Jett’s arms, nearly kneeing him in the balls and almost knocking Augie off the bed.
I’d find it funny, and would have probably laughed, if I didn’t have a very naked and very hot-to-the-touch Omega now in my arms, her lips sealing over my scent gland and sucking so hard I see stars.
“Mierda,” I groan. “Tómatelo con calma, nena.”Take it easy, baby.
“No!” she nips at me, clearly understanding me. I’d assumed she could understand Spanish after our earlier interactions, but it makes me happy to know she does. When she’s out of her heat, I’ll find out how much she knows and if she can speak it like the rest of my pack can—Augie being the most fluent.
I purr louder for her, but the sound does the opposite of calming her. She scrapes her teeth over my throat and my dick twitches in my pants.
“Augie.” I find his gaze. He’s moved so he’s sitting further up the bed now, leaning on the edge of the custom headboard upholstered in deep purple velvet. It was sweet of him to give us room, but I’m a man who likes to take time with his meals. Savor them, find every note of flavor in each bite. And this willbe my only first time with our Omega. I’m going to make it so Iris remembers every bit of it, even through her heat haze.
“Yeah, baby?” he asks. His tone is breathless, lustful. My delicious mate came in his pants earlier while eating Iris out. It was hot to watch, but just like the rest of the pack, our Omega’s heat calls to him even as a Beta. He’s no longer satisfied, his cock straining against the pair of jeans he found on set.
“I want you to keep her happy while I get her ready for my knot.”
The command to my mate sobers Iris and she pulls back, pouting adorably. “I’m ready now.”
I chuckle and kiss her nose before trailing down over her cheekbone until I reach her mouth. I kissed her on set but it was at an awkward angle. And what can I say, I may be a patient Alpha but I’m not an idiot. I’m going to make out with my Omega any chance I get.
I seal my lips over hers and she isn’t shy, opening up to me without a fight. Our tongues slide together, the strawberry taste of her sweet and tangy, along with a hint of Jett’s lemon. It’s delicious, so good I could kiss her for hours on end. But she needs more from me than just a heated open-mouthed kiss.
I pull back and nibble at her lower lip. “I’m going to lay you down, mi conejita.”
With a plea, she once again tries to pull me back, but I’m stronger than her and lower her until she’s lying flat on the bed, breasts flushed and chest heaving.
“Shh, I promise you’re going to get what you need. Have patience,” I murmur. I do know what she needs and I have an idea—and it involves more than just me. Soon she’ll be so full and occupied she won’t even remember having to pout and beg.
