5. Shiloh
Chapter 5
Shiloh
This Alpha is a good one.
Not just because his knot is deep inside of me and he’s giving me the relief I crave. Or because his lips are gentle as they are fervent against mine.
He’s caring, soft, while also being wholly Alpha.
Maybe it’s this fever, or the way my ears need to be popped, or that I’m vulnerable right now, but I like the Alpha pilot.
I’m glad he’s the one stepping up to help me. That he wants to help me.
I smile against his chest, holding him close, and feeling safe.
He doesn’t complain about my needs. He’s attentive even while still attempting to do his job.
I’m completely ignoring the fact that he’s the pilot of this plane and our lives are at stake here.
The amount of scent marking I’m doing is honestly ridiculous as I rub my face against his chest.
“We are arriving at PHL in twenty minutes, arriving eight minutes ahead of schedule. We hope you enjoyed your flight today, and let’s go birds,” Brock says into a microphone of some sort.
“Fuck. Alright sweetheart, we gotta strap in,” Cole says.
I smile against his chest, because it’s all so ridiculous, but I feel so happy. I’ve been holding on as hard as I can with my sanity to not go full-blown into my heat. But the moment this tin can lands and I’m somewhere safe, I know I can let go. It’s probably stupid to trust a stranger, to give him so much so soon. But it was his idea to go to Heat Haven.
Hell, if he would have invited me to his home, I’d probably have said yes. He doesn’t seem like the type to lock an Omega in his basement, but clearly I don’t have the best alphadar out there. I spent two years with a pack and had no idea how they really felt about me.
Sadness sweeps through me, and Cole kisses my hair.
“It’s going to be okay. I got you.”
Might be the dumbest thing I do, but I believe him. So I hold on tight and do my best not to beg for another knot while he and Brock work together to land the plane.
A strong arm bands around my waist as Cole and Brock speak to someone. I tune it all out as I just let myself be held and cared for. I’m thankful that I’m in the downward spiral of losing my mind so that I don’t have to face the judgment of everyone as soon as we land.
Cole will take care of it.
He’ll protect me. Him and his pack…
I take a deep breath, and Cole’s arm tightens even further. I have no control over what they think of me, but I can hope.
Hope’s all I have at this point, anyway.
Brock tugs down the makeshift divider and gives us a smile as he opens the cockpit door to speak to the flight attendant. They’ve gotten all the passengers off the plane and he’s grabbing my suitcase so I can change.
Cole’s cock is currently not in me, which is devastating, but I’m being really gracious about it.
Brock comes back into the cockpit with two bags, my floral one and a smaller black one.
“Well, the flight report is going to be interesting. So, how the fuck are you two getting out of here?” Brock says.
Cole hides my modesty the best he can, but at this point Brock knows more about me than most people do.
“We’re going to get changed and I’m going to call Jonah. I’m sure he’ll be able to pull some strings,” Cole says.
I tilt my head, wanting more information about his pack, but I have bigger worries right now.
Brock nods. “I’ll stick to my word, Cole. Good luck to the both of you, I need to go rent a unit and take a shower so my Omega doesn’t kill me on sight,” Brock says, shutting the door behind him.
Cole helps adjust me so that I’m standing up. I know I look like a fucking mess, with ripped leggings covered in drying slick, but he doesn’t act like it. In fact, he takes care of me first, sorting through my luggage and grabbing clean clothes.
The space is small, but he makes do, helping me get undressed. I’d be lying if every ounce of me didn’t want to push him back in that captain’s chair and have him knot me again, but I think some survival instinct knows I need to get out of here safely.
Cole is gentle with me, which has me arguing with my restraint even more.
He grabs my face, his eyes searching mine, and I wonder what he sees. A feral Omega on the verge of going into full-blown heat? Or something more?
His thumbs rub against my skin. They’re more calloused than I’d imagine a pilot’s being.
“I need you to sit in Brock’s chair while I make some calls and get us sorted. Can you do that for me?”
I look down at his crotch, his loose belt, and slick covered trousers. He grabs my face harder.
“Sweetheart, I really need you to focus.”
I like the pet name, and I know he’s right, so I nod and sit in the chair.
Cole changes his clothes quickly, and I notice he shoves all the ‘dirty’ ones that smell like us in his luggage.
His sigh is heavy and agitated as he picks up his phone and turns, facing the other direction.
The other man on the phone is talking, so I can’t hear, until Cole sighs again.
“There’s a pretty big situation here. I need you to figure out how to transport me and an Omega in heat to Heat Haven.”
I bite my lip, not liking being referred to in that way, but I ignore it.
“It’s a long fucking story. I’ll tell you everything.” There’s a long pause. “She wants us to take her to Heat Haven and be a part of her heat.”
More silence ensues and I feel like I’m waiting forever as Cole nods and listens to the other man on the phone. What if he says no? Will Cole still be interested in me?
If they aren’t interested, what the hell am I going to do?
Cole glances over at me as he listens to the man. It’s almost like all the tension leaves him and he sighs in relief.
“Yeah, I can do that. Do you have someone who can collect her luggage?”
He glances at me and swallows.
“Shiloh, what’s your last name?” he asks.
I grin, that means they said yes right?
“Hansen,” I reply softly.
“Shiloh Hansen. I’ll have her contact her family. Plane’s done for the night, we have time,” Cole says. “Yes.”
He turns his back to me, his voice low, but I can still hear him. “Pretty, brown hair and eyes, early twenties, lemon pound cake.”
I smile, feeling smug as shit about him calling me pretty. Hopefully, it doesn’t take long for this plan to come to fruition because the compliment is making me want him even more.
“Okay, see you soon,” Cole says, hanging up the phone and turning around.
He gets in his seat and turns to face me.
“Your family. We need to call and let them know where you’ll be and I need to call Heat Haven. Do you have your phone?”
I point to my bag, and he rustles around, grabbing my phone and handing it to me. With shaky hands, I click on my Gran’s contact info. I take a deep breath and I’m not sure why; I put it on speaker.
“Shy, honey, did you land? I’ll leave the house now to come get you.”
“Gran,” I say her name with a heavy tongue.
Fuck, I’m starting to lose it. I glance up at Cole and he takes the phone.
“Ma’am, this is Captain Mackardy.”
“Oh my God. Is Shiloh alright? Did something happen on the plane?”
“No, ma’am. Shiloh…uh…well Shiloh went into heat during the flight. We landed safely. I have her here and I will be transporting her to Heat Haven.”
“Give the phone back to my granddaughter, please,” she says tersely, and I bite my lip as Cole holds the phone closer to me. “Shiloh, you’re going to give me a fucking heart attack. Are you alright? Do you feel safe with this man?”
“Yes, Gran,” I say in a pathetic voice.
Gran is a Beta, but with both me and her daughter being Omegas, she knows the drill.
“You’re taking a year off my life. Let me talk to the pilot again.”
Cole brings the phone back to himself.
“I’ll be contacting Heat Haven to make sure she’s there. I swear if you harm a single hair on her head, I know people.”
Cole smiles.
“Yes, ma’am, I’ll keep her safe.”
“Stop calling me ma’am and make sure my granddaughter is taken care of. Shiloh, call me immediately when you’re feeling better.”
I can’t speak, so Cole does it for me. “She’s nodding. I promise we’ll keep her safe.”
He hangs up the phone and drags a hand through his hair. He uses his own phone to call Heat Haven.
I’m pretty tuned out at this point; all I can focus on is his handsome face and the way his Adam’s apple bobs when he speaks.
Cole is a whole-ass-hot-Alpha-man and I need his knot again asap.
He must finish his conversation with whomever as he rests his head on the back of the captain’s chair and looks over at me with a big smile.
“Jonah and Mack will be here soon. Everything with Heat Haven is good to go. Just hold on a little longer for me, okay?”
Yeah, I can totally do that. Maybe…or possibly maybe not. He looks good in the black shirt he changed into. It might not be as hot as his ironed white shirt with a tie and stripes, but I’ll take him in both forms.
I lick my lips and we just stare at each other for a moment until his phone buzzes.
“This part is not going to be fun; I just need you to last five minutes, as soon as we get to the car you’ll be perfectly safe.”
I furrow my brow, and he stands, holding out his hand, which I take. He opens the cockpit. A cleaning lady’s eyes go wide as she can clearly smell what happened here and Cole leads me to the jet bridge.
An older man is standing there, oh God…
“Thanks, Mitch,” Cole says, and I take a breather. Okay, the old man isn’t his pack. But he does have what looks to be a massive covered luggage cart.
Mitch pulls the cover back and Cole places our luggage in there and then looks at me.
It’s going to be dark in there and I’ll be all alone.
“Shiloh, it’s the only way I can cover you and your scent, the inside has been deodorized. Five minutes max, I promise.”
I need to be bonded and never have a sudden heat again, cause this is some shit. I glare at him and I can tell he’s stifling a smile as I tuck into the cart, holding on to my knees.
“No more than five minutes. I’ve got you, Shiloh,” he says sweetly, before shrouding me in darkness.
The ride is bumpy, but no one stops us. The cart moves continuously until I can feel that we’re outside. The crisp gust of fall breeze hitting the side of the cover.
When he pulls open the cover, I blink away the sunlight and look at the two men standing next to him.
Holy fucking shit.