Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
LUKA
She was a deliciously tempting morsel. The kicker? She didn’t even know. I wished to tear the Omega Industries to threads for how they messed with my omega’s confidence, but for now, a formal business complaint would have to do.
Two weeks our omega had lived with us. Two weeks of smelling that divine sweet scent of hers that was made to draw in weak males like ourselves and bring us to our knees. She’d succeeded. She’d succeeded a thousand times over, and the witty little omega had absolutely not a single clue.
Behind her door in her sanctuary, she whimpered in her sleep and it killed me, absolutely slayed us, to not scoop her up and bring her onto our pallet. But we were being respectful of her space. It was the hardest thing I’d ever done, and as the alpha, I’d been faced with many near impossible decisions.
I closed my eyes and inhaled deep, struggling not to lose control. Fuck, it was so damn delicious. Her scent seeped under her door and into our room, filling our space with everything that was here.
“I think…“ Felix swallowed hard beside me. “I think our omega might be approaching a heat.”
I hadn’t wanted to say it. Didn’t want to mention it in case I was wrong. But her scent had been changing daily, becoming stronger, more potent than I thought possible. Now it was damn near tearing into me, urging me to her side. But it wasn’t time yet, at least… I didn’t think so.
“I agree.” I finally breathed out. “But not yet.”
“When?”
Hell if I knew. “A week? Maybe two?”
“I might die before then,” he grumbled.
“You? This is my fucking calling. My alpha is going crazy. My insides damn near ache with the way he is protesting.”
“We need to mark her,” Alfie stated, like that wasn’t fucking obvious.
“We will,” I promised. I just hadn’t worked up enough courage to do it. I wanted to. I wanted nothing more. But she was so innocent and the way she reacted to a single kiss told me she wasn’t ready. She needed to come to us, not have us force our lust onto her. “She’s scared.”
Hell, I couldn’t admit it out loud, but I was scared too. Marking an omega was permanent, and what if she rejected me after? She’d always wear my mark.
Behind her door, she began to stir, and we all jumped up, pretending like we weren’t lying on our own pallets, lusting after her.
Her door pulled open and her plump lips tilted up slightly. “Morning, boys.”
My heart skipped a beat as it always did when she looked at us with so much affection. “Little omega, how’s your morning?”
She stepped into our room, her scent stronger, trying to pull me in that direction. After she shut her door, she turned back towards us, her hands going to her back pocket of her denim shorts. Fuck, I might die today with her thighs on display. “I didn’t sleep that well, honestly.”
I knew why, but did she? “Anything wrong?”
Her nose scrunched up. “Just a little bit of a stomach ache.”
“I bet,” Alfie mumbled.
“Excuse me?”
“Just thinking out loud.” He smiled at her. “I was going to say I better go make you breakfast.”
Her smile shined at him, and my alpha was instantly jealous, even though she belonged to him too. “Thanks Alfie. I’m not too hungry though.”
I needed to talk to her. Needed to prepare her because I didn’t think she realized just what was happening. But then she inhaled and sighed happily and I got sidetracked and asked, “You okay?”
“It just smells really good in here. Like really good. Your scents are…” She smiled as she thought about it. “Perfect.”
“It’s all we can ask for really, that our omega likes our scents, I mean.” Felix stepped forward. “Let’s go eat. We can’t spend our day here. We’ve got work to do at the office.”
He was right. We couldn’t spend our day here, but I was getting weary of taking our omega out, and after we let her leave the property once, it was all she wanted to do. I didn’t blame her. She’d spent too much of her life locked in the Omega Industries, but if any man looked at her now, I might be forced to kill him.
She was mine.
And with that alluring scent that surrounded her, I knew she was bound to draw attention. Being unmarked was a risk. I needed to talk to her, needed let her know that if we didn’t mark her soon, her heat would hit, and it would attract all the alphas to our doors.
But I had time. A week, minimum. That was plenty of time to figure out just how we’d do it. Just how we’d make her ours… officially.
I took my time meeting them in the kitchen, gathering my thoughts on what needed to be done before we were indisposed for however long our omega's heat took her. Did she want children this cycle? Should we try? We could use a block, but that was my last resort. The thought of not allowing my omega to catch did not sit right with my alpha. He wanted her full and round with our children.
What about suppressants? Should I have given her the option? I should ask. I definitely needed to ask. I?—
"I thought Felix was going to eat all of your breakfast," Sydney announced when I stepped into the room.
"Do you want suppressants?" I blurted out.
"What?" Her brows scrunched up adorably, and I fought the urge to step closer and smooth out the lines of concern.
"For your heat?"
"I've told you, I can't go into heat."
"You can." I promised, "You are. Hadn't I proved to you that I could force it upon you if I wished?"
"I am not." She laughed before flipping her hair. "I know you want children, Luka. That was your purpose in wanting an omega. But even with your reassurance on what you and your alpha can do... you should be prepared for the fact that we may never have kids. You haven't marked me yet. If you want to return me?—"
A growl rumbled out of me, forcing its way past my lips before I could even process the action. The fact that she would even ask spoke to the insecurities she still had about being here with us. She was right that we hadn't marked her yet. We hadn't bedded her either. But we weren't going to be like some other brutal units and force ourselves upon her. We wanted trust and affection just as much as we wanted an omega.
I stepped up close to our omega, my body towering over hers. "Never. Do you understand that? We'd never return you to that place, even if that meant we'd never have children. Even if all of our kind depended on the heirs we could produce and I knew I'd fail, I'd never return you to that place. You have my word, little omega, and my alpha's too."
She looked away, but her small hands reached for my shirt, gripping the material tightly. The slight tug at the cotton also tugged at my heart as she held on tight. Finally, she tipped her head toward mine and stood. Still so very small in comparison to my towering height. My eyes lingered on her lips, my mind suddenly consumed with thoughts of devouring her mouth and claiming her.
Her little pink tongue darted out, moistening her lips, and I could have died right then from the restraint of not crushing my body against hers and claiming what was mine. After her lip was briefly assaulted by her teeth, she spoke. "I know you keep saying you won't return me. But what I don't understand is why?"
"Because you're ours," Felix cut in, the words leaving him automatically, without a thought to it.
"And we protect what is ours," Alfie added.
"I can't give you what you're looking for," she whispered.
"You already are, little omega." I lowered my voice as I leaned in. "What we needed most is you."
"I'm not much." She looked down shyly.
My finger forced her head up as I demanded, "Omega, look at me." She couldn't resist the demand of an alpha, and her eyes bolted to mine, locking our gazes. "You don't get to decide what we think is enough. Do you understand me? What you view as your flaws and insecurities, we view as your perfections. It's true you aren't like the omegas that the Omega Industries try to push upon alphas. But I am thankful I did not get the typical omega I signed up for. What a loss that would have been for us. Not when we could have had what we craved the whole time."
She bit her lip to stop its trembling. "And what is it you crave, my alpha?"
My alpha.
My already throbbing cock pulsed, begging me to claim her already. To show her just what it was that her alpha craved. Instead, my hand reached for her waist, pulling her body so close to my own that there wasn't an inch of space. There was no possible way my omega would doubt that I wanted her. She couldn't, with my length pushing and pulsing into her soft stomach.
I caressed her side, letting my fingers massage the soft skin of her hips. "What we crave, omega, is our lips against your skin. Our hands exploring every soft inch of your body. Our bodies meshing until you're writhing and begging us to show you just what an alpha can do for his omega. We crave to lose control, and you, omega, are the catalyst that will bring us to the brink of destruction as we savor every second of it."