I stick my tongue out flat, and he pumps his cock until his hot cum splashes over my tastebuds. The lemon of him mixeswith the basil flavor still on my tongue and I can’t help but think how good it tastes together. I manage to bring one hand up and wrap it around his cock over his hand. He grunts in surprise then moans deeply as I squeeze my hand over his to get more of his cum.
“Hungry, Omega,” the Prime chuckles. “Give it all to her, Jett.”
Jett says something to him but I’m too focused on his cock and getting every last drop. I seal my lips over the slit and suck. He cups the back of my head and grips my hair, the sting on my scalp making me shiver.
“So good, Omega. So fucking good.”
I hum around Jett and take everything I can. When there’s no more left and my orgasm has faded into small aftershocks, the wave of tiredness that hits me is fast and quick. My eyelids droop and the muscles in my arms become boneless.
Before long I’m being gently moved, Mateo’s knot still lodged inside my body and the plug in my ass. It feels good, comforting in a way. But not as good as his arms locked around my stomach and the kiss he lays on my neck as I fall into a deep and dreamless sleep, the scent of pack surrounding me.
I wake up no longer knotted and to the quiet sounds of snoring and slow breaths. I blink my eyes open and closed several times before staring up at the canopy above covered in twinkling fairy lights. I didn’t have much time to look at the nest before my heat waves took over, but I smile when I take in the tiny yellow lights.
My solo nest in my condo in Burbank has similar fairy lights, but the nest as a whole is not nearly as nice. It was good enoughfor me and pleased my Omega, resting on a queen-sized mattress with lots of blankets, but this…
This one’s better.
Of course this one’s better, I answer my Omega mentally. It’s not only bigger, but it smells like pack. Lemons, honey, basil, strawberry and the faint scent of mint. Like the garnish on top of a drink. I want more of that scent.
The big-tattooed Alpha. Need him.
I squeeze my thighs together at the thoughts of Wilder now swimming in my mind and exhale softly. I look to the side but don’t see him. He was next to me before; I could feel him touching my cheek as I fell asleep on Mateo’s knot, but he’s not there. I frown, running my hand over the spot on the bed that’s cool to the touch. He’s the only one left of the Alphas to knot me. I’ve only tasted his kiss, and I need more.
That’s what I said.
I roll my eyes at my hussy of an Omega, who’s also very sassy in heat. Well to me at least, she’s very sweet and submissive to the pack. But it’s nice that she’s giving me a slight reprieve from her shenanigans. I know it won’t be for long before she’s taken over again. With the thoughts of Wilder, there’s a simmering heat burning in my belly, but that could also be because I have to go to the bathroom.
I blink back up at the twinkling lights, sending a silent plea to my Omega to behave for a bit longer while I go clean up, and that the rest of the pack I smell around me remains sleeping. I don’t need to see myself to know I’m sticky and sweaty. My Omega likes it, wants to be messy and caked with cum and slick. But my rational brain, the Iris/professional actor part of me, doesn’t.
With some clarity, the thoughts I had in the car on the way here creep back into my mind like a dark and ominous shadow. Pack Quinn are our scent matches. We found them. But I’ve also ruined their movie. I highly doubt they’re going to want me when this is all over and pheromones have cleared.
I shut my eyes and ignore the protests of my Omega. She believes the Alphas and the Beta think very differently. And maybe they do, but our designations will always default to their instincts, whereas the people: Wilder, Jett, Mateo, and August, could very well not agree.
After another minute I open my eyes again and slowly sit up, glad I’m not connected to Mateo at the moment. My body aches in places I forgot existed and the weight of the plug in my ass reminds me of when they put it in. My cheeks burn as the memories of everything my Omega did in this bed flutter through my brain like a leaf in the breeze.
Before I can think too much about it, gravity draws slick and cum from my body, and I cringe. Yes, I definitely need the bathroom. Also, thank fuck for birth control, because there’s no way I wouldn’t be pregnant with the amount of cum Jett and Mateo already pumped into me.
My omega pouts and I almost laugh. I remind her that we aren’t getting pregnant until we’re packed up and ready for that responsibility—okay, until I’m ready. I know that my Omega’s been ready, but my career has been what’s important and I don’t regret that in the slightest.
I glance around the lowly lit nest. Jett is lying at the top of the mattress, naked and asleep. I avoid looking at his package because I’m trying to get out of this bed, not trigger another wave. I look beside me where Mateo is sleeping, Augie on the other side of him. The two of them are also naked. Mateo is face up, a corded forearm draped over his eyes and the Beta is koala-beared to his side, glasses nowhere to be found. It’s adorable to say the least.
I look back to where Wilder was, a reminder he left at some point. And long enough ago that the bed is cold. My heart sinks and my Omega pouts, but I try not to think too much into it, or the fact he hasn’t been inside me yet and his scent is too light in the nest.
He’s probably off doing damage control for the havoc I’ve created. There’s also the little fact I lied and said I was on suppressants. Gods, I need to come clean. But I obviously can’t do that now.
I slide off the bed, making as little noise as possible, shoving away the pull to immediately dive back in the nest and jump on the nearest cock. I stand naked in front of the mattress and look around the room decorated in various shades of purple. The suite is large and there are no windows, perfect for my sensitive eyes during a heat. The fairy lights and a few shaded lamps in the corners provide the only light, making this place feel like a cozy cave. I look ahead to see large french-style doors that I remember being brought through when I first arrived.
The bathroom won’t be out that way so I look to the left and see a small kitchen area with a stainless-steel fridge and a breakfast nook with five chairs. The thoughtfulness they put into the room is amazing, and I feel bad that I’m soiling it. When this is all over, if they ever bring another Omega here, it will have to be completely redone and stripped of my scent. Something that won’t be easy to do with all the pheromones I’ve pumped in this room.
The bridge of my nose stings and I remember I’m not supposed to be thinking about that. Deciding it has to be to the right, I step away from the bed and the sleeping pack. There’s a wall that leads to a small hallway and when I reach it I see a door cracked open at the end with light leaking through. My feet carry me faster, and a tugging sensation builds the closer I get to the door. It’s odd, but I don’t have time to question it because I hear a low and deep voice humming a tune I recognize. An old lullaby I think? One my mom used to sing to me when I was a child.
I should turn around and find another bathroom to use, but instead I step closer, the drum of water hitting tile from a shower becoming evident. I push the door slightly wider so I can see in, stepping just enough into the bathroom. The tile under my feetis warm, and satisfaction works its way into my being. The floors of the nest must be heated.
They’re perfect, my Omega preens.
And rich. Heated floors in Los Angeles are not easy to come by. But my toes are not complaining.
The humming is replaced by raspy singing, the tone vibrating through me from the souls of my feet all the way to the top of my head.
