Gold Rush (Golden Omegaverse #1)

Chapter 18 – June

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

JUNE

Bennett’s hand runs over the back of my neck, pushing my head down further, taking Seth deeper into my throat, making my body hum with the movement, the lack of control. I don’t have to worry, he has it, they both have me .

I gasp, shifting against the covers as I stir again. It’s been like this for hours . I finally fall asleep only to have dreams of Seth, of Bennett, of them together, pressing against me, kissing me, soothing the scorching feeling under my skin, like my body is trying to burn me alive from the inside out.

Whining, I turn, pressing my head into the pillow, letting out the soft, reedy sound as I rub my thighs together. The underwear I changed last night is slick, there’s nothing stopping the empty feeling from taking over, the urge to be pressed down, to be full .

This is what the articles talked about. This feels like I want nothing touching me but another body, preferably one of the men across the hall — or both of them.

I sit up, dragging fistfuls of the soft comforter closer to my chest, fighting the internal urge to pull it entirely off the bed. The room isn’t right. It needs to be smaller, it needs to be darker and cooler, something more comforting for the flash of heat on my skin. The insistent urge paces in the back of my mind, to be somewhere safe, somewhere quiet, to let someone else touch me and make it better.

In nearly thirty years, I’ve never felt an instinctual need to find something, to find someone , but the desire is coiled in my chest, making my eyes dart to the door.

There are three alphas in this house .

Instead of getting up, I reach for my phone, breathing through a wince and cramp at the movement. I unlock the screen, squinting and turning the brightness all the way down as my head aches. The last tab I had up was about heat centers here in London — but the information pages all say the same thing. There are rigid rules, interviews that should be given and forms to be signed before the heat sets in, so the omega can set clear boundaries on what they do and don’t want.

Ideally, I’d even have met with the alphas who would help me through my heat, but it’s becoming increasingly more obvious that isn’t an option anymore.

The cost alone is pricey enough I considered a bank transfer to drain my emergency fund. This definitely constitutes an emergency, but I don’t even think I can get myself to a taxi and to the nearest location without worrying that every alpha in a fifty mile radius would be chasing the car down.

There’s a reason omegas in heat don’t leave the safe places allotted for them.

For some reason, my mind goes to college, to the only omega I knew briefly in one of my creative writing courses. She was sweet and quiet, and always sat at the front — where I did too. I remember the day she walked in, grimacing a little and sat near me, rubbing her back. The second the professor walked in — a female alpha — she turned in a jolt toward the omega and quietly stepped back and told her to leave the class.

The omega had given me a teary eyed look, clutching her laptop to her chest and whispered, “ I thought it was far enough away. Will you give me the notes? Please? ”

I’d dutifully taken notes on every single thing the professor said for two weeks straight and emailed them to her after every class — but she never came back. I learned she dropped out from a friend of a friend, and I’ve never been able to get the look in her eyes out of my mind. It wasn’t her fault , she just wanted to take a stupid college class without everyone making her biology their business.

Closing my eyes, I sit cross-legged in the bed, breathing in through my nose, and out through my mouth, trying to process the searing pain as repetitive cramps spasm through my abdomen.

I can’t even think straight right now. I can’t fathom staying here — or trying to handle this alone. I’m so tired of making decisions for myself. The room isn’t right — it’s gorgeous, but it’s not what I want , what I need , and tears prick at my eyes as I press my hands against my head, my pulse rapidly fluttering in my throat.

There’s no promise that a heat center could take me in this last minute, and it would smell . At least this room smells like me and the sheets smell like water and rain and the hallway smells like chocolate oranges and the townhouse itself smells like mint and —

A light knock on the door startles me out of my baser thoughts.

After a moment, Seth’s voice carries through the wood. “It’s just me, June.”

Beta .

I blink at the door as a small voice in the back of my mind whines.

Safe .

I don’t think, I just lift my head, croaking out a soft, “Come in.”

Seth pushes the door open, stopping short, blinking rapidly as his eyes find mine. They soften as he takes me in, and then he pushes the door shut behind him — good — and he steps over, reaching for my hands, uncurling my nails from my palms as he pulls me into his chest.

“Oh, it’s almost here.” One hand moves to rub my back and I shudder as I turn my nose into his shirt, inhaling. It’s not the same one as last night, but it smells like him , laundry detergent, and the lightest touch of rainwater.

Nice , the voice purrs in the back of my mind.

His hand moves up my back, fingers threading into my hair as he whispers, “What can I do?”

“I don’t know .” My words come out as a whine as I press into him, pulling him practically onto the bed with me, my brain and mouth moving faster than my filter. “Am I supposed to stay here? I don’t want to go somewhere else, but if I don’t go then I’m going to stay here and cause problems for you and your pack. I don’t know what’s going on, and I don’t know how to deal with it. It’s like I can’t take care of myself and I don’t like feeling like this, I —”

“Okay, okay.” He shushes me, starting to pull back, but I grab him and hold him tighter, pressing my head into his chest as I try to climb into his lap.

There’s a small part of me horrified at how needy I feel as my hips roll forward, seeking him, but the omega part overrides it. He’s safe. He’s Seth .

“You’re staying here.” He speaks firmly as his hands drop from my hair to grab my hips, lifting me and pulling me into his lap like it’s the most normal thing in the world. I straddle him, keeping my head tucked into his chest. I’m probably crushing him, but he doesn’t make any noise other than a little groan as he mutters, “We’ll make this work even if you just want me to pass you food under the door until the heat breaks.”

I whine again, raising my eyes to stare at him. “I don’t want you behind a door. I want you in me. ”

He glances down at me, and the angle gives him a slight double chin — but he’s so cute . I slide my hands up into his long hair, tugging at it as he blinks at me, his brown eyes near black.

“ June .”

“Sorry,” I mutter the word half-heartedly, not sorry at all as I tug him against me and press my lips against his jaw, sighing as I shift my hips closer, feeling his sweats between my thighs and him, long and the perfect thickness. I shift a little, nipping at his ear as I sigh, “It’s all moving so fast — I can move away, give me a second —” Just let me fucking come first.

“I know it’s fast.” He murmurs the words, his hands sliding over my hips as he bends his head and his lips touch my cheek, caressing my heated skin as he talks softly, shifting us on the bed. “I’m going to go out today and I’ll get you whatever you need.”

I shift against his hips, whining when he turns and pushes me slightly off his lap.

“Blankets.” Seth kisses my jaw, grabbing my hands in his, threading our fingers together. “Food. I’ll get you some toys too.”

I look up at him, suddenly finding myself flat on my back on the bed. His lean body hovers over mine, lithe muscle cording up his arms as he pins my hands loosely. I could move him — hell, my weight alone could probably shove him off me — but as his hips lower between my spread legs, I don’t want to pull away, I want him on top of me, touching me, in me.

Seth’s lips twitch as he stares down at me. “I don’t have a knot, June, you’re going to want that. We can make it work with a vibrator.”

Or we could make it work with an alpha .

Biting my lip, my eyes flicker from him to the door, memories of last night licking up my spine like fire. I breathe out, and with it, my perfume flourishes in the space. Seth doesn’t waver above me, but he does blink again, a little slower, his eyes dropping to my lips.

He shakes his head, like he’s trying to clear it, and I hum softly, smiling to myself.

Join the fucking club .

“Last night…” I swallow, letting clarity wash over me as I stare at him.

He clears his throat, shaking his head. “You and I both know that Bennett couldn’t and wouldn’t stay off me last night.” He levels me with a look. “The door was open, baby, I didn’t think I needed to engrave an invitation too and leave it on your pillow, but I can next time.” He leans down, his voice getting lower. “The entire hallway smelled like you before I even saw you in the mirror — which means he probably knew before me. And when you left it hung in the air.”

Seth’s hips connect with mine, making me gasp as he grinds slowly into me.

“And it lingered long enough Bennett got hard again.”

“ Oh .” I gasp as he grabs my chin with a hand, making me look up at him.

“Do you want to know what I did for our alpha, June?”

I suck in a breath as he bends down, his lips barely touching mine.

“I wrapped my hand around him and I crawled down until he could fist my hair and push himself between my lips. And I laid there and took it as he used me like the good beta I am. I let him fuck my face and my throat until I couldn’t breathe while he pretended it was you, and I loved every fucking second of it .”

I moan, tilting my head up, but Seth moves first, kissing me hungrily as he pushes me down into the bed. My perfume explodes as he grinds against me, holding me in place as he ruts his hips against mine. I feel myself get even slicker as he slides a hand behind my head, holding me in place as he kisses my jaw and whispers, “We’re adults. Tell me, baby, doesn’t a part of you want at least three of us to fuck you through your first heat?”

Whimpering, I bite my tongue as I drag him closer by his hair, nodding quickly.

He pulls back and gives me a positively rakish grin.

“I could probably get Theo on board to hate fuck you through it too.” His lips part, his eyes narrowing on me. “Make it all four of us touching you, holding you, telling you how pretty you look when you can’t stop squirming and coming.”

I moan, sucking in a little breath as I hook a leg around him, pressing against him as I tilt my head back, staring at him. Seth’s throat bobs, his pupils expanding. Even though he said he didn’t have a reaction like an alpha would last night in the foyer, I can see it now. It’s the same feeling of need burning through me, making me want to claim him and never let him go.

“Let me help you feel better, baby.” He kisses me hungrily as he holds my head in place, his fingers tightening in my hair as he breathes out, “Let me take the edge off, please. Just one taste of this sweet honey.”

I drag him closer, nodding rapidly as his lips drag against mine, his teeth nipping at my lower lip. He drags the touches to my jaw, then my throat, his hips grinding against my sleep shorts.

“I promise I’ll make your needy pussy feel so fucking good.”

My mouth drops open as I cling to him, heat scorching my skin as he kisses down my throat and nuzzles my chest through my sweatshirt. He pushes it up around my hips, dropping his head down to kiss my stomach, moaning as he does. Seth’s head rests there for a moment, his tongue sliding over my heated skin, leaving a cool patch as he mumbles, “God, I want to suck on every inch of you. I want to make you scream and come all over my tongue.”

“ Fuck ,” I gasp the word as one of his hands snakes up under the sweatshirt, cupping a breast and squeezing it, kneading the sensitive flesh as he kisses around my belly button. Seth looks up at me, his eyes dark as he mutters, “Is this okay?” His hips slide down as he moves lower, his nose brushing my shorts. “Are you going to let me devour you?” He moans as he pauses, his hand sliding down my chest, over my stomach, and then landing on my hips as he holds me in place, whining, “I just know you’re going to taste so fucking good. I wanted to pull away last night and make Bennett wait while I threw you on the bed —” He turns his head, kissing across the top of the waistband.

I gasp, my breath catching as he pauses, his eyes flickering up to me again.

“I wanted you in front of me, baby. I wanted you naked. I wanted to be between these gorgeous thick thighs, drowning with my tongue in your cunt while he fucked me.”

“ Yes ,” I whine the word, pushing closer as he presses a hand against my stomach, keeping me in place as I reach down to push my shorts off. I need him like I need water to survive, air to breathe — I need Seth or I’ll die here in this bed, incinerated from the inside out.

He smiles as he drops off the bed, landing on his knees and jerking me to the edge, my hips hanging partially off as he grabs my shorts and tugs them off my thighs. The fabric sticks, and I moan as I spread my legs wider, staring down at him as Seth throws them to the floor, dropping a heated kiss to the inner skin of my right thigh.

He curses, his nose running up and down as he breathes in deeply. “I should be fucking begging for the honor to do this.” His words make my skin prickle as he nips at my legs, pulling them open wider. His eyes zero in on the space between my thighs as he sucks in a breath. “ Look at you, so wet and messy. Is this all for me?”

I pant, writhing closer as I drop a hand to his head, pulling him closer as I gasp, “Yes, but I want to hear you beg for it.”

Seth drops a kiss to the top of my pussy, right on the hair above my clit as he moans loud and openly. “You’re so wet — you’re fucking dripping. Baby, please let me eat you out.” He groans, tilting his head, wetting his lips as he looks up at me through his lashes. “I want to drink you down before I leave the house so I remember what’s waiting for me when I get home.”

Seth’s tan hands slide over my thighs, his fingers digging into my skin as he pulls my hips open even wider. The muscles burn, but it feels so good as he kisses me between my thighs, his tongue sliding down through my arousal.

“June, let me have you.” He looks up at me, breathing harder. “ Please let me fuck you with my tongue. I’ll make it so good for you, baby. I’ll make you scream and clean up every drop.”

It’s the last plea that makes me push his head between my thighs, shutting him up and getting what I want at the same time.

He relents, his tongue moving over me hungrily as he uses a hand to spread me open, licking a line downward, starting at my clit and ending at my core. I gasp, arching my hips and clamping my thighs around his ears, trapping him in place.

Seth makes obscene noises as I drop back to the bed, biting my tongue as I push against him, rolling my hips into the feeling of his tongue, his nose, his lips covering me, eating me, sucking and moaning the entire time. He forces a hand around one of my thighs, and then pulls me open from one side, wedging his other hand between us just to spear me with a finger.

I shriek, coming off the bed as he curls it, his lips attaching themselves to my clit. He’s fucking magic — that’s the only explanation. One quick stroke of his finger inside me is all it takes for me to come with a shudder, falling apart as he suctions on me, his tongue sucking and licking as I see stars, my orgasm taking my breath away as my thighs shake.

Seth sucks my skin pink, pulling his head back with a satisfied look. He licks his lips, then crawls up onto the bed again, kissing me and holding my chin in place, his voice ragged.

“You’re cooler to the touch. Do you feel better? Was I good?”

“ Mmph ,” I groan, half-delirious as he leans over me. He could slide a knife into my heart and I’d thank him for the orgasm before I died.

My body feels languid, sinking into the bed as he laughs, kissing my jaw and muttering, “I’ll take that as yes.” Seth scoops his hands up under my hips, lifting me effortlessly and swinging me back up before tucking the covers around me. He lingers, bending down to kiss my forehead as he whispers, “I’m going to go get you a few things, but I need to find our alpha first.”

“ Mm , okay, you did so good.” I pull him closer, kissing him again as I hold onto his shirt tightly, my voice soft. “Are you going to let him taste?”

He grins, and when he pulls back it’s wicked. “Yeah, baby, he gets to have a taste.” Seth pushes my hair off my forehead, staring down at me, his eyes darting over my face. “I’ll be back. If you think of anything you want, let me know.”

I smile up at him sleepily, nodding. He makes it to the door before I whisper, “Seth?”

He pauses, one hand on the knob, looking back at me like he doesn’t want to go — like it would take one word and he’d be in the bed, wrapped around me.

I turn my head on the pillow, my heart in my throat. “Thank you.”

Seth smiles, sucking in a little breath. “Thank you . That’s the best breakfast I’ve had in years.”

I laugh, choking on the sound and throwing one of my pillows at him as he leaves, pulling the door shut firmly behind him.