Ezra leaned back, swiping at his face and shooting me a grin. There was something almost animalistic about the way he was reacting to this omega and it was something I’d never seen from him before.
“Birth control? Condom?” Ezra managed to ask her as he moved into position between her thighs.
“I’m on it and I’ve been tested,” she said, her voice breathless as her chest heaved.
“We have, too,” I said. “And we haven’t been with anyone since then.”
Our smart, little omega studied me for a moment, as if gauging whether I was telling the truth. I must have passed the test because she nodded, spreading her legs further for Ezra.
The beta lined himself up before sliding into her. They both moaned in tandem as he shifted forward. I’d never consideredthe beta dominant, but it was as if all his soft edges had been lit on fire and only this remained.
I couldn’t look away as he fucked her into the mattress. Our reactive omega met each thrust with her own. Hips shifting, breasts bouncing as he fucked her like he couldn’t get enough.
An unexpected scent swelled in the air. Toasted almonds and warm caramel. It was so sweet and smoky that I was practically drooling. Just as vibrant and warm as the omega he was fucking.
It took a second to register that it was our omega’s scent.
Holy shit. She was our scent-match.
We all froze, but she seemed oblivious, her eyes glassy and unfocused as she fell apart on Ezra’s cock. Even when he stopped moving, she continued, fucking herself on him in a desperation that could only mean one thing.
This omega was going into heat.
“Make her come, Ez. She’s about to go into heat. We need her consent to help her through it,” I commanded.
His eyes went wide before he focused on her, hand sliding between them to give her the right amount of pressure as he picked up his pace.
“She’s ours, Corvin. Our mate,” Apollo breathed out. His eyes were wide, but full of excitement. Dread started to filter in but I pushed it away. It wasn’t going to get us anywhere.
“I’m not so sure that she will consider this a good thing,” I muttered, worry settling in my gut despite my best efforts.
Ezra let out a groan before slamming his hips forward one final time, his fingers still working over Bea so she shattered with him. Her pouty lips fell open, fingers curling tightly in the sheets, as her body rocked against Ezra’s. She embraced her release with open arms. Fuck, she was perfect.
That scent swelled more, a sweet undercurrent that was so strong it had my head swimming. She was not just spiking, this was a full heat.
I hurried into the bathroom to grab her a warm rag, cleaning her up as the high of their release started to wear off. Her eyes lost some of their glossy luster but I could still feel heat radiating off of her.
“What’s happening?” she asked, eyeing us suspiciously. I never got a chance to respond before she curled into a ball with a pained groan.
“Fuck!! It hurts,” she cried out.
“We’re scent matches and you’re in heat,” I said as gently as possible.
“No, no, no,” she whimpered. “This can’t be happening. I said no strings. None. I can’t do this again.”
We shared a look at ‘again.’ She definitely had a past, one we’d have to be very careful with. The last thing I wanted to do was cause this omega more pain, but we were swiftly running out of options.
She could choose sedation. Or the local heat clinic could offer her other alphas to help, but they’d be strangers. I hated the thought but it wasn’t my choice.
“Do you want us to help you through this heat, Bea?” Ezra asked as he stroked her hair out of her face. Her tan skin was already sweaty, the dark strands sticking to it.
“No. Yes,” she answered as another cramp hit her. “Fuck!”
“That’s the plan,” Apollo joked. It was just how the beta was and she let out an unhinged laugh in response.
“What happens once the heat is over can be dealt with after, omega. We just want to help you right now,” I promised her.
If we pushed, she’d leave. That wasn’t an outcome I could live with.
