I fall into bed face first on top of the blankets, the world spinning around me. My body once again protests that my scent matches are here but I’m not with them, making things worse.
How am I going to hide this for a week? They can probably smell how ridiculously horny I am. Even though my body is calling out for my scent matches, I refuse to seek safety when I’m choosing to walk away from it.
I lie there miserable for a few minutes, face smushed into the blankets, pussy throbbing, before there’s a knock on the door. I knew they couldn’t stay away and I don’t blame them. My omega side, however, is absolutely delighted that they’ve come to me. They smell so fucking good. Their scents fill the room so much I become lightheaded.
Alric rolls me over on the bed and demands, “What’s wrong with you?”
I glare up at him. If he had asked politely, I might be more willing to talk, but he can’t demand anything from me, scent match or not.
“Let’s all stay calm. She’s gone through a lot today.” Hunter pulls Alric’s forearms to move him away from me.
Zachary helps me sit up before turning on his friends. “Stop it! Both of you!”
They all face each other, arguing. The shouting and their scents are overwhelming. My skin prickles with a horrid stabbing sensation that I know would subside if they were in this bed, too. Fuck, I need them before the longing and lust I’m suddenly burning with takes over me. All I want is to be left alone, but my body rages that my fated mates aren’t touching me, fucking me, wrapping their arms around me. Breathing becomes difficult. I’m going to burst.
“EVERYONE TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRTS!”
They all whip around to stare at me. Hunter immediately listens, his shirt halfway off by the time I finish the sentence.
“Give it to me,” I growl like the little feral omega they have turned me into. Now it’s my turn to make demands.
Hunter gently throws it at me and I shove it in my face, inhaling as if I just broke the surface after nearly drowning. Glazed donut and creamy coffee scent. I want to lick the material.
I need more.
Alric and Zachary are quick to follow. I grab at theirs, too, taking turns to sniff each one. The pain in my head lessens, the fire under my skin reducing to cinders at their scent. Sweet and tart with swirls of caramel, mixed with the coffee and donut scent, steadies me. Add in the dark chocolate and tempting orange blossom, followed by irresistible caramel and tart apples, and I can finally breathe again. I know if this had been my real heat, their scents alone wouldn’t have been enough, I would have needed them physically, but for now, this helps to simmer whatever is raging inside of me. It’s embarrassing, but I rub the shirts all over meso it mixes with my scent. The combination is beautiful. Sweet and tempting.
They stand before me in their shirtless glory. All taut muscles and strong arms I want to sink my teeth into.
“Are you going into heat?” Zachary asks gently. They seem to be holding their breath waiting for my answer.
I lower the shirts to my lap but I keep my iron grip on the fabric. “No, I got a heat delay shot this past Friday.”
“So you’re having a faux heat?”
I nod, thankful that he knows what it is. Maybe I won’t have to explain it.
“What’s that?” Alric says, whipping out his phone to search it.
Hunter reads over his shoulder. “A fake heat?”
Zachary answers for me. “When omegas have been on heat suppressants for a long time, their bodies sort of revolt. It’s a biological way to ensure a heat happens as soon as possible. A killer combo of a terrible flu and a neediness one normally requires several shots of tequila to experience. Basically, she’s going to be miserable this week.”
“Why did you get a heat delay shot?” Hunter appears confused. “We would have helped you through it.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m very aware of that. It wasn’t a good time.” And just so they don’t get their hopes up, I add. “I’ll be having an alpha-free, medically assisted heat at Omega’s Comfort when the shot wears off next Saturday.”
I wait for them to demand my heat.
To say that I owe it to them, that they’ve spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on me, to claim that space in my bed when the time comes for my heat. To call me a liar for promising something I was never going to give them. I expect them to try and convince me that they would be a better option, maybe question my mental health if I’m choosing a painful medicalheat alone when they’re right here, willing and able. Cocks at my service, hips at the ready.
That as my scent matches, they have some sort of fated mate claim to me.
“My mom is an omega specialist, she’s always had really good things to say about Omega’s Comfort,” Zachary says with a small smile.
“I’ll send over some protein shakes and supplements for when you wake up,” Hunter adds helpfully.
“It’s expensive,” Alric adds. “I’ll have my assistant call with my card information tomorrow and pay for it.”
