“Yes, really. The movie wouldn’t be the movie without you, star,” Jett says.
“Wait. Why two weeks?”
Wilder drops his hand and steps back so I can take in every pack member before he declares, “We were hoping to claim our Omega.”
There are moments in life where you know you’re going to remember them forever. When you feel the earth move beneath your feet, and the DNA and elements that make up your body transform, and your memory burns the experience so deep into your being, no passage of time will scrub it away.
My first day on theKnot Hollowsset, getting the call from my agent with the offer to play Juliette, and meeting Pack Quinn—my scent matches—were three of those moments.
And now…
Three Alphas and a Beta who only met me a week ago, who took care of me at my most vulnerable, who very much want meand need me like I need them—even if I’ve been trying to deny it—want to claim me as their Omega.
What is life right now?
Ours. Bite. Please!
Perfume bursts out of me in a cloud of strawberry haze. Slick dampens my underwear and leaks down my thighs. Wilder’s nostrils flare, taking in my scent before releasing a groan. I’m aware of Jett, Mateo, and Augie doing the same, purrs springing to life in the Alphas’ chests along with their pheromones, Augie’s basil almost as strong.
“Yes.” My single word hangs in the air, the pack’s eyes all on me unblinking as if they can’t comprehend that I said yes.
I close the distance Wilder created, my gaze locked to his. “Bite me, Alpha. Make me your Omega.” I look into the rest of the pack’s eyes. “All of yours.”
When I meet Wilder’s hazel gaze again, his purr dominates over the other’s, the veins of his tattooed neck flexing. He runs his tongue along his canines and looks down at me with heat, the intensity of him flooding my greedy pussy with more slick.
I allow my instincts to take over, to show him that despite my earlier fears, I’m theirs for the taking. My Omega has been telling me from the start that we belong together, and I’m not going to fight it anymore. I trusted them enough to fully surrender to my heat, to let them take care of me when we didn’t even know each other. I even trusted Wilder in a rut—and now…
I’m going to trust myself. It’s high time that I do. I got this far in life relying on myself, and now I can do it alongside an amazing Pack. We can figure out everything else later. But I want them—no, need them—now.
“I want this.” I show my throat to Wilder. “If you’ll still have me.”
The Prime is silent as he reaches for me, his fingers stroking down the side of my neck, over the bruise he left during his rut. The “fake claiming” mark to satisfy my Omega. I shiverat the sensation, another wave of arousal heating my core and saturating the kitchen with my scent.
“There will never be a point in time where we don’t want you, Iris Walker.”
The rest of the pack chimes their agreement and my eyes water, this time not with tears of distress, but happiness.
“Now”—he kisses me once—“we’ll take you up to your nest”—another kiss, rougher—"and I’ll sink my teeth into this perfect throat”—a third kiss, hungrier—“and then your pack will claim you—fuck you hard, fill you so full—that you’ll never forget who you belong to.”
I clutch his arms, my nails biting into his biceps, and repeat the word we all need to hear. “Yes.”
Chapter twenty
Wilder
Irisclingstomeas I rest her on the nest mattress, the sheets smelling of pack and lust. I lay over her body, trapping her beneath me, my cock hard against her belly.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, little Omega,” I groan.
She nips at my lips and I kiss down her throat, anticipation of what’s to come thrumming through my veins.
“Then remove them, Alpha.”
Her sassy comment makes me chuckle against her scent gland, and I both hear and feel the amusement of the rest of my pack through the bond. They're all on the mattress with us now, ready and waiting for me to claim our Omega. The gift we thought we’d never get but have been blessed with all the same.
“Are you a brat, Iris?” She thrusts her hips upward, seeking more friction in answer.
“What do you think?”
