I turn back, our bond buzzing with gratitude and contentedness. Something I don’t think I’ve felt, at least not this potent, in a long time.
And that’s all because of Iris Walker.
“No thanks needed, Alpha.”
Chapter eighteen
Iris
“Letgo,Iris.You’resafe with us. Your Omega can fully take over now.”
“You like the taste of our cum all together, don’t you, mi conejita?”
“Yes, sweet girl. Suck just like that.”
“Your hot cunt is squeezing my knot, baby.”
“Such a greedy little Omega, wanting us to fill all your holes.”
“Doesn’t your Beta look good eating your pussy with Mateo’s cock in his ass, Omega?”
“Rest now. We’ll be here when you wake up, star.”
My eyes fly open and I sit up straight in bed. The movement is way too fast and a wave of dizziness washes over me like cold water being dumped on my head. I shut my eyes and groan.
“Easy now, Iris. You’re okay. Take a deep breath,” a warm voice requests, a hint of a twang beneath it. I do as he says, Jett’s lemon scent washing over me as I inhale deeply through my nose.
His purr springs to life before he continues. “That’s it, and now out…yes, good girl.”
My overused pussy clenches at the praise and I grit my teeth.No.No more of that.
“Can you open your eyes for me?”
There’s part of me that doesn’t want to. Doesn’t want to face the reality of what’s happened with Pack Quinn for the last…gods knows how many days. But I know I have to. What other choice is there?
I press the heels of my hands to my eyes, trying not to think of everything that has to happen now that I’m out of my heat. I take another few breaths before I finally feel collected enough to face the Alpha. We’re alone in the nest, lights twinkling above us. I’m wearing a baggy shirt they must have put on me, one that smells of mint.
My body naturally relaxes, as if it’s now been programmed to be eased by the Prime Alpha’s scent.
“You okay?”
That’s a loaded question, one I’m not going into right now or ever. So I nod and turn to look at Jett. He’s watching me carefully, a blanket tugged up over his waist, leaving his chest bared to me. If there was a window in here, I have no doubt that if it’s daytime, the sun would be shining on him like a perfect halo, highlighting his flawlessly askew sandy hair and muscled chest.
I’ve looked at Jett plenty in photos and movies over the years, but seeing him now, after days of fucking, he’s something else. He appears lighter, relaxed, and without the haze of heat I can fully appreciate his toned frame and the tattoos inked across his skin. My eyes zero in on one cascading from the top of his shoulder and spilling onto his left pec. It’s an intricate ocean wave in black and grey, the details of it so good it appears real—like it will roll off his skin and lap at your feet. Visions of my tongue tracing it before I kissed down his body enter my mind and I can’t stop the flush that now burns my cheeks.
“Do you like theocean?” he asks.
My eyes meet his and I find no cocky grin or knowing look on his features. Bless him for not bringing up what I was just thinking about, even though it’s written all over my face and my scent has spiked. You’d think after a heat that wouldn’t be a problem, but apparently not.
“I do.”
Jett smiles. “Ever surfed?”
I shake my head. “I have crap balance.”
“Maybe you just need the right teacher. We could go sometime if you’d like.”
The apples of his cheeks stain red and my heart speeds up. Did Jett Quinn just say he could teach me to surf and blushed? Does he forget I ruined his movie and fucked things up royally for their pack. For me?
