Chapter 8
Look, I’m no virgin, but the mouth on Zoe makes me feel like a nun. I knew she was a take-charge kinda woman from the little interaction we had at the dock, but it seems like that’s just her default. Not that I’m complaining.
Jake, Dee and I trot after the fiery omega like loyal puppies, following her through the sliding glass door into her house.
I know nothing about Zoe except that she’s mine.
She could be a serial killer leading us all to her torture basement right now, and I wouldn’t even care. Carve your name into my skin, baby.
“What?” Zoe asks, turning to give me an odd look. Oh holy shit, did I say that out loud?
“Uhhh, I said… Thanks for inviting us in, uh, b-baby.” Boom, nailed it.
“Nice save, you creep,” Deacon mutters under his breath, but the omega has already moved on. She leads us up a flight of stairs to a closed door, then pauses to face us.
“Okay, listen,” she says firmly. “I could pretend like I never do this, but I like sex just as much as the next girl. However, it’s been a long-ass time since I’ve had sex outside of a heat, and I’ve always gone to a clinic to have the alphas there service me.”
Three growls rend the air at her mention of other alphas fucking her. She holds up a manicured hand. “Down, boys. They aren’t a threat. I think we can all agree that we’re scent matched, yeah?”
We all bob our heads in agreement, waiting on bated breath for her next words.
“Great, so I’m gonna trust that means the universe or whoever made you just for me and you aren’t horrible men.
You didn’t balk at me taking charge at the ramp, so that’s a good sign.
Yes, I know the bar is incredibly low.” She sighs deeply.
“Regardless, it seems like your pheromones have triggered my heat early so here’s the deal.
I have an IUD, not looking for babies anytime soon.
What I say, goes. No barking me into submission unless you want a feral omega to cut your knot off while you sleep.
We use the stoplight system to communicate limits—red for hard stop, yellow for slow down, green for plow on ahead.
” Zoe ticks off each point on a slender finger.
“I give you permission to bond me if you get the urge, because gods know I’m never gonna want anyone else now that I’ve smelled you three.
But if you don’t sink your teeth into me this go round, I won’t be offended. Got it?”
“Fuck me, omega. You’re godsdamn perfect,” Deacon rasps. “Yes, got it. Love it. We’re here to serve.”
Zoe smirks. “Speaking of, whoever lets me fuck them gets bonus points.”
Jake’s hand shoots up like he’s in the front row of a classroom and he knows the answer. “I volunteer as tribute!”
Zoe walks over to him, trailing a finger down his torso until she’s gripping his straining erection through his sweats. “Good boy,” she purrs, before leading him through the doorway by his cock.
I’m so screwed. Or, at least he’s about to be.