Chapter 4 Jo
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Jo
Gods, why am I so hot?
Sweat is plastered to my forehead when I sit up with a gasp. Eyes wild, I try to remember exactly where we are, but only darkness greets me. Hayden grumbles sleepily next to me, his movement making the blankets move underneath us—
Right. We drove to Virginia, saved Sam’s daddy from a group of unskilled lackeys, and now we’re heading back to New York in the Mission Im-Pizza-ble delivery van. Hayden and I had fallen asleep together on top of a sleeping bag in the very back.
Groaning, I run my hand over my face. It comes away wet, and I grimace as I wipe it on my shirt. Sam’s concerned voice calls out from the front seat, “Trouble, you ok? Your scent, it’s…really strong.”
My voice is hoarse. “What…what time is it?”
“It’s ten, why?”
Kole turns around in the passenger seat, looking concerned. I can only imagine how disheveled I must look. My body is slick with sweat, and I scramble to peel off my shirt, hoping for some relief from the unpleasant sensation of wet clothes on my skin. “Are you well, Lisichka? You look—”
“She’s as hot as the fucking sun and smells needy as hell.” Hayden mumbles, blinking his eyes open. “Fuck, baby, why didn’t you wake me up?”
“I just…” My thoughts are a jumbled mess, and all I can think about is how hot I am, how I ache, and how it would all go away if someone would just give me a knot— “Shit. I think I’m having a heat spike.”
There’s a unanimous curse from all the men. All but one. “Where’s West?” I frown, looking around the van. My entire pack should be here.
An omega whine leaves me when I don’t see my beta anywhere. Nobody should be missing.
“He’s riding in Ozzy’s car with him, remember?” Hayden tucks a sweaty strand of hair behind my ear. Right. Sam didn’t want anyone else to drive the van, but we didn’t want his daddy to be driving by himself. “He can catch the next spike, Fireball. We need to take care of you now.”
“Kole, get back there,” Sam barks, and then Kole is climbing into the very back and peeling my leggings off.
“We will take care of you, Lisichka.” The next thing I know, his tongue is swiping up through my folds, and my back arches as my body recognizes this is exactly what I need.
“Oh, Sugar Bear, do that again,” I moan as my hands tighten in his hair.
“Take her tits, Bratishka,” Kole orders Hayden, who immediately complies.
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he murmurs before taking my entire nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around.
Between Kole’s mouth on my pussy and Hayden’s on my breasts, the fire in me is starting to cool, but there’s still…something missing.
Hayden’s hot mouth is heavenly, and when his other hand squeezes the opposite tit, what I need becomes very apparent to me.
“Hayden,” I gasp as Kole drives two fingers into me. “Fuck my tits.”
Hayden freezes, lifting his head to look at me. “You want me to…before you’ve come?”
“I want your cum,” I snap. “Now be a good boy and take your cock out.”
Sam groans from the front seat, but I don’t miss the way Hayden’s eyes glint when he presses one last kiss to my nipple. “Yes ma’am.” Then he lays on his back to take off his pants and boxers.
“Lucky bastard,” Kole mutters into my clit, and I grip his hair harder, yanking his head up. His blue eyes twinkle in amusement as I stare him down.
“Do you have a problem with how I’m directin’ my first heat spike, Sugar Bear?”
The Russian giant smirks at me. “Not at all, lyubov' moya. I am hoping I will get a turn to fuck your beautiful tits at some point, though, yes?”
I roll my eyes. “Yes. Now get back down there.” Kole smirks again as he lowers his head, gently lapping at my clit. “Don’t be a fuckin’ tease—oh!” He sucks the little nub into his mouth, and my head falls back onto the hard floor.
“You ready for me, Fireball?”
“Please, Darlin’.” I push my breasts together desperately, ignoring the throbbing pain still in my abdomen where a bruise is starting to bloom. Hayden licks his lips as he straddles my chest, careful to keep his weight off me.
Under normal circumstances, I might be more hesitant to get titty fucked in the back of a delivery van. Damn omega hormones.
“You gotta get it wet first,” he murmurs, pushing his cock towards my mouth.
I would complain about the delay of what I asked for, but Kole’s tongue is still stroking me in the most delicious way, and the smoky pepper of Hayden’s arousal so close to my face sets me on fire.
So, I open for him, swallowing it greedily.
He pumps his hips a few times, his head falling back, before he retreats out of my mouth, making my lips pop off him.
My pyro settles his throbbing cock in the valley of my breasts, and when I push them together even harder, he groans. His smooth shaft sliding against my skin only makes me more aware of every single sensation.
The way my pussy clenches around Kole’s fingers, how lightning licks up my veins every time he strokes me with his tongue.
The sound of pure desperation Hayden makes as my tits envelop him.
When his hands cover mine, taking the burden of having to hold them up, my body goes lax as I lose myself in pure bliss.
Kole’s fingers push upwards, hitting my G-spot perfectly, and every time Hayden thrusts forward, I’m able to suck his head into my mouth.
“I’m not gonna last long, Fireball,” Hayden gasps. “This is the single hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
I can only moan, my hips grinding against Kole’s face as one hand pumps his fingers into me, and the other grips my hip so hard it makes me think that I can’t wait to see the bruises.
My body goes white-hot as he sucks my clit into his mouth again, and when his teeth graze it ever so slightly, I detonate. My vision goes blurry, my body coils tight, and then the most intense release I’ve ever experienced takes hold.
I’m pretty sure that if Sam didn’t know exactly what was going on back here, he’d think I was being murdered.
Hayden groans as hot ropes of cum hit my chin and mouth, and when his smoky pepper taste finds my tongue, I nearly come all over again.
“Fuck, I love you.” Hayden laughs, climbing off my chest and pressing a feral kiss to my lips.
“Feeling better, Lisichka?” Kole asks, and I realize that yes, I’m feeling much better, despite the ache in my ribs.
“Loads. No pun intended.” I grin at him, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. “You need a little help with that, Sugar Bear?” I nod pointedly at the tent in his jeans.
“I believe that I can wait until we get home.” Kole chuckles. “Sam will want to be getting back on the road, I’m sure.”
It’s then I realize for the first time that we’ve come to a stop.
And that I’m buck-ass naked in the back of a surveillance vehicle disguised as a pizza delivery van.
“Why did we pull over?” I frown, sitting up.
“Ummm…” Sam’s voice calls out from the front seat before he turns to look at us with a sheepish expression. “Does anyone have an extra set of pants I can borrow?”
We pull up to the Gallagher family compound at midnight, and I’m about ready to die from embarrassment. We rolled down the windows after I came down from my spike, but the van still stinks of apple pie and sex.
When we pass the gates, I lean forward, making sure my guys understand how imperative it is that they listen to every single word I say.
“As soon as we park, we get our asses out of this vehicle and make sure the doors are shut tight. I don’t need my brother knowin’ what went on back here, and I sure as hell don’t need Ozzy knowin’.
” The thought of my father-in-law who actually seems to like me scenting my heat-spike pheromones fills me with so much anxiety I start to sweat all over again.
“Be calm, Lisichka,” Kole tuts. “Heat spikes are completely natural, there is nothing to be embarrassed about—”
“Do not tell me to be calm,” I hiss, baring my teeth. “This is a mortifyin’ omega mess, and I need you to take this seriously.”
“Of course, Fireball,” Hayden soothes, running a hand down my back.
“Besides, it’s not like they won’t scent you all over Kole’s face,” Sam mutters, putting the car in park.
Fuck.
I’m out of the van in the next five seconds, just in time to see Declan coming down the front steps of his porch, and Hayden scrambles out after me, taking my direction very seriously.
Sam moves at his regular pace, and Kole, the right bastard, moves as slow as he possibly can, a smug grin on his face.
Declan, to his credit, only slightly wrinkles his nose as he approaches, and he swallows before clearing his throat. “I take it the mission was a…success?”
Car doors shut behind us, and I turn to see Ozzy and West approaching.
Ozzy does not react nearly as gracefully as Declan did, with his steps stuttering to a stop and his face turning beet red as my scent hits him.
I’d laugh at his reaction if it didn’t horrify me so much.
My hands fly up to cover my face.
If it was my choice to get tit-fucked and my pussy devoured in the back of a surveillance van after rescuing my alpha’s daddy…that would be one thing.
But this…this is different. I have no choice, I have no control.
I’m a literal slave to my omega instincts.
And that…that’s the most embarrassing thing of all.
Stupid, stupid omega pheromones.
Stupid biological scent-match reactions.
Stupid Hayden’s dad for crashing into us and making me lose my heat suppressants.
Smoky pepper fills my nose as Hayden wraps his arms around me. “It’s okay, baby,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my head.
“So…to state the obvious…” My voice is muffled by my hands and Hayden’s chest. “I had a heat spike on the way here. I lost my suppressants when Dick Pierce had his cronies crash into us, so it’s been more than forty-eight hours since I’ve had them. I have no idea when this will hit full force.”
I turn my head, peeking between my fingers at Declan’s face, and to my surprise, he’s not looking at me with disgust or revulsion.
Only…empathy.
“Oh, Jo…” Declan sighs, shaking his head. “Yeah, Maeve was right. Moving you was the best idea.”
“What?” My hands drop from my face, and Hayden releases me as I take a step back. “You…you moved me?”
I was going to talk to him about it myself, sure, but he wasn’t supposed to kick me out.
“You have your own pack now,” he gives a sad smile, “whether I like it or not, you’re not the eighteen-year-old girl I picked up from her dad’s trailer five years ago.
You’re all grown up, and you guys…you’ll need your own space.
So…Maeve moved the omegas in with her, and you guys will have the guest house.
Though, if you choose to stay…it won’t be a guest house anymore. It’ll be…your house.”
“Into employee housin’?” I frown, crossing my arms. “I don’t want Mabel and the other omegas to be exposed to males before they're ready because I ‘needed my own space’.”
Declan shakes his head. “Maeve’s been the only one in employee housing for a year now—well, she has company now that Helaena’s joined us. All the males are in the guard house, which is where Samuel Senior will be placed, if he doesn’t mind…”
“Just put me anywhere, Son. I don’t need much.” Ozzy nods. “Just…call me Wright. Not Ozzy, though. Only Joey calls me that.”
My chest prickles with pride at the fact that my father-in-law and I are already on a nickname basis as Declan lets out a snort. “Of course she does. So it’s settled? Jo will move into the guest house, and we’ll put Wright in with the guards.”
Shaking my head, I step forward. “No. I don’t need to displace everyone—”
“It’s already done, Jo.” Dec gives me a smile. “Maeve told me it was actually Mabel’s idea to begin with.”
My heart swells. Mabel did this for me? “It was?”
“Yep,” he chuckles, “I guess she had all the girls packed up and moving over to the house by noon. Then she and Maeve moved a bunch of your stuff from your room next to mine into the house so it would be ready when you got home.”
Tears sting my eyes, and I wonder how the rest of Declan’s pack felt about having Mabel in their space like that. And how Mabel dealt with being in their house when last I checked, she could hardly look at Declan.
As much as I want to storm over to her and wrap her in the world's biggest hug, the last forty-eight hours are catching up to me, hard. I’m just about ready to flop onto the nearest flat surface and not move for a week.
“Okay.” I sniff, glancing at my guys. “Would you mind showin’ Ozzy where he’s gonna sleep? I wanna get settled.”
Declan nods. “No problem. We can have some guys come clean out the van—”
Sam and Kole growl, surprising me.
…And turning me on a little.
“We…we will need to keep the van, I think,” Kole says stiffly. “Or you will need to demolish it. If any other male scents my omega in the midst of a heat spike, I will destroy them.”
Declan looks at Sam like he’s expecting him to be the voice of reason. Sammy-boy only shrugs. “Same.”
Okay, turning me on a lot.
Sighing, my brother runs a hand over his face. “Fine. Park it in the garage of the guest house for now. We’ll figure out something else later.”
When Declan and Ozzy walk side by side to the guard house, I don’t protest as Kole scoops me up and holds me close to him. Instead, I rest my head on his chest and inhale his scent, finally feeling like I can breathe.