“Wren, no,” I shake my head, “it’s not safe. Come on, we’ll be home in fifteen minutes.”
Her eyes dart to my crotch, where I’m damn near bursting out of my dress pants.
“You want a cock, Baby?” I ask gently, and she nods furiously, licking her lips.
“Yes,” she breathes, and fuck me, how am I supposed to say no to that?
“Sorry guys,” I grunt, unbuckling my belt, “the omega gets what the omega wants.”
Maverick mutters something about getting the car steam cleaned due to cock juices, but I have no idea what is said specifically, because as soon as my dick springs free from my pants, Wren has it all the way down her throat.
“Oh, shit, baby,” I groan, my hand falling to the back of her head. It bobs up and down along my shaft, like she’s trying to suck my damn soul out of my body.
“Spread those legs, Dove,” Teddy murmurs, and she complies, and then he’s strumming her clit again. Her cries are muffled as her warm, wet mouth envelopes me, sucking with a determination I’ve never experienced in my life. The base of my spine tingles, and then I’m unloading down her throat, and she’s swallowing me down eagerly.
She cries out her own release as she keeps my cock in her mouth, her body shuddering and shaking with the intensity.
When she pops off me, sitting upright, her cheeks are red and her chest is heaving. “Oh my gods,” she mutters, fixing her dress. “Sorry, I don’t know—”
“Your heat is starting, Song Bird,” I tell her gently, stuffing my cock back into my pants. “It’s completely normal—the orgasm must’ve given you a little bit of a reprieve, but I’m sure it’ll take over again soon.”
Her eyes go wide for a second, her chest still heaving. “I…I’m scared. I don’t know what to expect…or what’s going to happen. That cramp…it really hurt.”
“We’ll take care o’ you, Dove,” Teddy murmurs, turning her face to press a kiss to her lips, not caringthat just one minute ago they were wrapped around my dick. “Like we just did.”
“Now that you’re clear headed again,” Maverick looks at her through the rear-view mirror, “your omega was very demanding just now. What happens if she asks for something we haven’t done outside your heat?”
“Um…” she bites her lip, her face still flushed. “I guess…give her what she wants.”
My brows shoot up. Does she realize what’s typical in a heat? She told us by the lake that she wanted us to fill her, but we haven’t spoken about it since then.
“Song Bird,” I grab her knee, “you realize that means if she asks for all of us at the same time…?”
“Then you’ll have to get creative.” She flushes deeper. “Honestly…I trust all of you. I give you explicit consent to do whatever you need to satisfy what I ask for during my heat. I know none of you would ever do anything to hurt me.”
My alpha puffs up with pride. For our omega to have so much faith in us when she’s going to be so vulnerable… “Thank you for trusting us,” my voice comes out more hoarse than I expected, “is there anything else we should go over before your heat takes over?”
She nods, biting her lip as she looks around the car. “Are…are we going to bond?”
“If that’s what you still want,” Maverick says as we pull into his driveway. “I know we all feel the same way.”
“Okay,” she smiles, but then frowns. “When should we do it? I want to remember it happening, but I don’t want to rush anything…”
“How about your first lucid period after we know for sure your heat has officially started?” Ethan asks. “That way you’ll be certain to get the healing benefits of the heat pheromones.”
She looks confused. “Wasn’t…all that…the start of it?”
“It very well could have been,” Ethan unbuckles his seatbelt, “but it also could have been a spike. This is your first time, it’s going to be a learning process for all of us.”
“Okay,” she looks around the car, “is that okay with you guys? My first lucid period?”
Teddy grins, answering for all of us. “Dove, you justtryto hold me back.”
Chapter 44
Maverick
Wren is officially lost to the haze. The air smells like apple spice and need, and my dick hasn’t gone soft since she stuffed Brennan’s cock down her throat in the back seat of my Range Rover.
