9. Lila #2
“River and Westley only went on that date last weekend because they’re worried about my ruts.
They thought if they could convince our ex to let me rut her, that I’d get better.
They were misguided, but they were just worried about me.
I’m telling you this now because I want you to know that you mean so much more to me than that.
And I can speak for all of us when I say they feel the same as I do.
I just don’t want you to find out from anyone but me, and then question our intentions, okay? ” he pleads with me, looking so kind.
“I believe you,” I tell him honestly. His scent is flooded with worry and want. If he was lying, it would turn sour. He’s not trying to hide the truth from me the way Larry always used to.
“Thank fuck. There’s no pressure, okay? I don’t want you to feel like you need to accept a courtship to try and fix me. I want you to do only as much or as little as you’re comfortable with. I like you, and I want more. But nothing more than you’re willing to give us, Lila.”
“Give us the chance to convince you we can give you everything you need,” River says from down the hall, both alphas now visible. I guess the privacy was an illusion.
“Starting with a super fun date in an escape room!” Westley wiggles his brows, holding his hand out for me.
“Alright,” I agree.
Maybe I’m a fool, but I can’t pretend I don’t want exactly what they’re offering.
“Oh, this is so cute!” I squeal, bouncing on my toes. I’m so excited. The room is spooky themed, with little white ghosts hanging from the ceiling, and faux cobwebs in the corners. There’s a glass cabinet on one wall filled with tiny little spooky figures.
On another wall is a long cabinet that's only four feet high off the ground. It has several doors and drawers to open, and on top of it sit an array of figures. One of which is a faux human skull.
One of the walls is just a massive floor-to-ceiling bookshelf. I have a feeling that's where the door to the next room is.
“We have to find clues that lead to finding out more about the mysterious disappearance of the Count. Let's start here,” Wes explains as he reads a prompt card that was left as our clue, nodding to a book on a small stand.
It takes no time to find the first three clues in this room, and the guys let me insert the key to the hidden door behind the bookshelf so we can pass into the next room.
The theme matches, but this room has some hints of a murder having happened here. The biggest clue being a giant ass freaking blood stain on the floor and splatter on the wall.
The story seems to be that the Count went missing after a dinner party, but detectives couldn’t find any clues as to where he went. In the first room, we found our way into this room, and well… This is definitely where that guy was killed.
At least that's what I believe until I find a note…
“If you’re reading this, then you already know too much. He had to die. He was fucking her… My wife. Mine…” I read out loud, making the alphas all turn to face me. They have been letting me take the lead in here, but offering helpful hints along the way.
“Ohhhh. Scandalous,” Wes teases, wiggling his eyebrows at me. “So did the Count take out his biggest OP? The other man, if you will.”
“Oh shit, maybe he didn’t disappear, he ran away,” I say with a gasp, my jaw hanging open. I stare up at the alphas with wide eyes. “So he killed his wife’s lover, and then ran?”
“Seems that way. Wonder what happened to the wife,” Harrison says, frowning as he looks around the room. River presses something against the far wall, and another door pops open. I yelp, startled by the sound.
Harrison and River are already stepping into the new room, but Wes checks on me instead of following after his packmates.
“You good, sexy?” The way he places his hand on my hip makes me shiver.
I can’t help but lean forward and breathe in his scent.
Fuck, he smells so amazing. My body flushes with heat, and I shiver as a heavy need washes through me.
My nipples harden, straining against the material of my bra, and a gush of slick fills my thong.
I’m dizzy with need, and Wes growls.
“Fuck, you smell like berries and cream, Omega. Want to give me a taste?” He pulls me in harder against his body and presses his nose into the curve of my neck. “God, I want to devour you, baby.”
“Yes, please…” I murmur, forgetting where I am. That we’re being watched. “I need to come…” The admission slips free, but I don’t regret it. I want him badly. This sweet alpha I’ve only just met.
But it’s been so long.
The feral need shining back at me from his gray eyes has me desperate to be closer.
“Are you needy, Little Omega? Fuck, you’re so sexy. My cock has been hard since the second I got a hint of your scent. Come here baby.” Wes turns us, pressing my back against the wall. It’s easy to reach up and wrap my arms around his neck. Natural.
Even easier to press my lips to his, and moan into his kiss.
He kisses me like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. Savoring my flavor. I’m so turned on, I feel like I’m going to combust.
Wes drops a hand to my ass, as I push up into him, and he lifts me until I’m wrapping my legs around his waist. His scent surrounds me, washing over me in the most incredible way.
He’s warm and firm, my hands trailing everywhere I can reach.
When I push my fingers into his hair and tug the silky strands, he moans against my lips.
My heart pounds against my chest as he trails hot kisses across the skin of my neck, making my pulse flutter.
The material of my leggings is thin, and the gush of slick between my thighs fills the air with my scent, and Wes goes wild for it.
“Fuck, you’re such a good girl, Lila.” With my weight supported against the wall, and his hand on my ass, his other hand is free now. The feel of his cool fingers against my abdomen makes me shiver against him. It’s been so long since anyone touched me like they wanted me this badly.
“I need you,” I murmur, pressing kisses to his neck, loving the way his pulse races too.
The feel of my lips against the inked skin of his throat has my gums tingling.
My body heats, blood rushing through my veins as need pulses in my core, and flushes.
I’m so hot that I’m sweating. I need to get out of these leggings.
I struggle to free myself, but I’m trapped between the wall and Wes. I moan and struggle, but Wes calms me with his sweet words.
“Shhh, Sweet Omega, I’ll take care of you,” he purrs, and my body relaxes against him instantly. With his free hand, he’s able to touch me, and fuck does it feel so good to be touched. “I’m going to make you come, Lila. Let me finger you, say yes, baby…”
“Yes,” I nod eagerly, and when his hand pushes into the front of my leggings and thong, I gasp. My lower body tingles, a gush of slick wetting his fingers as he pushes one inside me. Slowly. So fucking slowly. “More.”
“God, your scent drives me wild.” Wes drops his lips to my shoulder as he adjusts his hold on my ass, making it easier for him to finger fuck me.
I moan as he pushes his palm against my clit, and pushes a second finger inside me.
“You could take my knot so well, couldn’t you, Lila?” Wes groans, and it’s embarrassing how quickly I shatter for him. I come hard, screaming his name. I bite down on his shoulder harder than I should, but I can’t help it. Fuck, I want to climb into his skin and settle inside his soul.
I don’t ever want him to let me go. Until I hear them, and reality comes crashing in.
“Jesus, I’m gonna bust in my jeans like a virgin…” Harrison groans behind his packmate, and I look up, not releasing Wes from between my teeth.
“She’s going feral,” River murmurs. I can hear the concern in his voice, but the look in his eyes tells me he’s more than excited about the prospect. He’s hopeful.
This pleases me, and my instincts settle just a little more.
Especially when all of their scents hit me at once.
I’m not proud of the drool that wets Westley’s shirt as I breathe them in.
The alphas don’t seem to mind one bit. When I release him from between my teeth, he grins.
His scent tells me he’s smug and satisfied with how quickly I came for him.
Wes slowly removes his hand from the front of my pants, lifting the fingers he just had inside me to his mouth. I watch him as we lock eyes and he sucks them between his lips, licking them clean. The sight should be obscene, but I’m more turned on than before I came.
“You taste like mine, Little Omega,” Wes growls, only loud enough for me to hear the dirty words.
“Ours,” River growls, though, snagging my attention again. He’s standing much closer now. As my eyes collide with his, I realize exactly what's just happened between Wes and me. Oh, fuck… not here!
“Oh no,” I whisper, struggling to free myself from Westley’s hold. He lets me down with minimal resistance, and I whine. He didn’t want to keep holding me? Shit, I shake the thought off, because there's only one reason I would be this needy. “My heat is coming…”
Harrison
I am hanging onto my sanity by a thread when Lila whispers those four little words. Her heat is coming…
Fuuuuuck. I bite my lip, holding in the urge to beg her to let me knot her right here in the middle of the one escape room that isn’t sexually charged. Well, right up until Westley fingered Lila and the most delectable scent blossomed. God, I want to lick up every drop of her cum.
The words fly through my head again, and I groan with the effort it takes me to keep them inside.
‘Let me fuck you, let me knot you, let me mark you. Be our omega. Let me rut you…keep you…’
Lila is the one. There’s no doubt in my mind about that. She’s ours, and all we have to do is hope she wants us too. The possibilities flash in my mind… her moving in with us. Bonding into our pack. Her belly swollen in pregnancy… a baby on her hip and another on the way…
“Your heat?” River asks, snapping me back to the present, and Lila nods. “Do you have suppressants?” Another nod. She murmurs about her purse in the locker room. “Okay, let's go get them.”
I want to protest. Tell her not to take them, but I know that's not what Lila needs.
They should kick in pretty quickly, keeping the worst of her cramps at bay until we can get her somewhere more comfortable. They’ll only suppress her heat for maybe six hours, but that's long enough to convince her she should spend it with us.
“Heat clinic…” I hear Wes saying, but I growl. She doesn’t need a clinic. We’ll take care of her. “Or, Lila…” Wes pauses, turning to the sweet omega that stares up at him with big blue eyes filled with need and fear.
My alpha instincts threaten to take over then. When I see that look of fear. I want to rip Wes apart. What the fuck did he say to her? Her scent is drowning in desire, so it’s hard to catch the small hint of anxiety that laces it, but it’s there.
“Or, you can come home with us. We’ll build you a nest, take care of you through your heat,” Wes finishes, and her eyes fill with tears.
“I’m scared,” she admits. Something I suspect she wouldn’t normally do, but her hormones are going wild, and her instincts are all over the place. She’s seeking comfort. Reassurance. She’s not scared we’ll harm her physically.
She’s scared we’ll break her heart. My instinctual need to soothe her is taking over, and my growl is loud enough to catch all of their attention. Lila drops her chin, and her eyes narrow. I lift my chin in response.
That's right, baby, come to me. She doesn’t shy away from my dominance or the challenge in my eyes. Her pink tongue peeks out, wetting her lips as her pupils blow, and her scent fills the space around us like a smoke bomb. I breathe deeply, smirking at the sweet omega.
This is pure instinct driving both of us. What alphas and omegas were born for. Letting our hindbrain take over…giving into our basic needs.
“We aren’t him. We’ll take care of you.” My words are laced with my growl, this time letting my chest rumble with it, long and low. A sound akin to omega catnip.
“Fuck,” River hisses, but I don’t glance his way.
“I’ll go get her meds.” River’s scent weakens, telling me he’s gone.
She notices his absence, though. The whine that builds in her throat breaks me.
But the way she leaps into my arms heals everything.
She’s soft and warm, her body molding to mine like this is where she was always meant to be.
“Say you’re mine,” I demand, unable to wait for her response before I press my lips to hers.
The kiss feels like coming home. Like taking a deep breath for the first time.
Like finding the place your heart belongs.
Colors explode behind my eyes, and for the first time in years, my instincts don’t feel so fucking out of control.
Synthetic omega pheromones have never done anything for my instincts, but one hit of Lila’s and I’m ready to serve her on my hands and knees.
When I pull back, pushing my hands into her hair as I cup the back of her head, Lila looks up at me with wide blue eyes filled with questions and swollen red lips.
“Here!” River’s out of breath as he stumbles up beside us and thrusts a silver pack at Lila, as well as a water bottle.
Through the bond, I can feel his reluctance to give them to her. That's just instinct, but we have to do what’s best for Lila. If she doesn’t want this, we can’t force her. And the only way to know for sure that she really wants us is to give her the suppressants.
With shaking hands, Lila pops one of the pills free from its pack and places it on her tongue. I take the water bottle and open it for her, then hand it back to her. She nods her thanks and presses it to her lips.
Some of the effects will kick in instantly. Like clearing the fog that happens with the flux of hormones thrumming through her body. But the physical needs and instinct to fuck alphas stupid won’t fully subside, just lessen.
“How did you know my code for the locker?” Lila asks River as she leans back into my space. He smirks before turning toward the camera in the corner of the room.
“Had a little help. Time to get us out of here, Trix,” River says, reminding me that she’s still watching.
“Obviously. The doors are already open,” she snarks back at us over the speakers.
“Lila, do you want us to take you to a clinic?” Wes asks, tilting her chin to face him as he steps beside her.
Fuck, please say no, little omega. If she says yes, I’ll tell her how desperately I need her.
Am I going to look like a crazy fucking stalker? Yes. Am I a stalker? No… Well, I wasn’t.
That’s River’s kink.
But as I stand here, holding my breath while we wait for her reply, I realize that I am no better than River.
If Lila says no, I’ll be crushed, but I won’t give up. I’ll be anything she needs. Everything she needs. Thank hell, these two fuckers are already on board.