Chapter 4
Percy
What the hell was an omega in heat doing at the store? I only left the penthouse because Jasper had forgotten to buy onions during his last grocery run and he wanted homemade lasagna.
The little omega caught my eye as soon as she walked into the store. Lost in her own world, she didn’t even notice when several alphas turned their heads to look at her appreciatively.
It was only me at the store; my pack mates were all at home and I had no security with me. Chase had offered to come with me, but I was the lowest risk member of the pack and sometimes going out alone was nice.
She was wearing a large university sweatshirt and denim shorts, displaying her legs. The scent that clung to her was muted, but there was no denying how amazing she smelled.
Maple syrup, pure and simple. Sweetness personified, and my god, I wanted a taste. She ambled through the aisles, focusing on grabbing her items and placing them in her basket.
Several men were watching her, and her scent was only growing stronger.
Shit. If she was fully going into heat and didn’t realize it, then she was in trouble. Her scent would attract every alpha within a mile radius. She didn’t just smell good—she smelled like fucking heaven on earth.
When I guided her out of the grocery store, my only intention had been to get her back to her place safely, nothing more.
So, when her hand fisted in my shirt and dragged into her saccharine-smelling dorm room, I was at a loss for what to do. Her request for a knot was running through my mind on repeat.
I wanted to give her my knot, more than anything—fuck, she was perfection, and I had no idea how I had never noticed her on campus before.
“We shouldn’t,” I mumbled, my hands tangling in her hair, as I pulled her closer.
My actions and my words were polar opposites. The urge to keep my hands on this omega was stronger than anything I had experienced before. Everything about her made every one of my deep primal alpha instincts rise to the surface.
Sometimes smelling an omega in heat was enough to do that, but I was convinced there was something more to this girl. I had scented heats before, and while they were amazing, they didn’t hold a candle to her.
A whine escaped her throat, the sound physically painful to me.
“Hurts,” she whimpered against my lips. “Make it better.”
“Sweetheart, you’re not thinking clearly...”
A growl escaped her lips as she reared back, “I can assure you, I am lucid enough to know that a quick knotting will help immensely with the pain.”
Her nails dug into my shoulders, clinging desperately to me.
Was she thinking clearly? If she was, then her request was very reasonable… and very welcome.
“What is your name?” I asked softly.
“Mable.”
Sweet, just like her.
“I’m Percy,” I replied.
A soft smile broke out across her face. “Percy… I like it. Now, Percy, will you please knot me?”
The pleading look in her eyes, coupled with the use of my name and her scent clinging to every surface, was impossible to resist.
Our lips crashed together, and I finally got to taste the sweet lips I had been thinking about since the grocery store.
“How do you want me?” I asked, cocking a brow. “You’re in charge here.”
A rush of perfume filled the air at my words.
Any last remnants of restraint snapped, and I kissed her back, devouring her taste, only breaking apart to trail kisses down her neck, enjoying every inch of her sweet skin.
“You’re overdressed,” she panted, her hands plucking at my T-shirt.
“I could say the same for you.” I smirked, standing to full height and gazing down at her. Pupils blown, lips swollen, she looked sinfully perfect.
“Nest,” she muttered, shoving me in the direction of the alcove.
A small part of me wanted to pump my fist in victory—the omega was letting me into her nest! That was an impressive level of trust. I had kind of assumed she wanted a quick knot against a wall before sending me on my way.
Her nest was filled with all manner of soft and comfortable items, all in various hues of pastel colors. It was both chaotic and soothing, and suited the little omega.
“You’re overdressed,” she pouted.
“Well, I guess I better remedy that.” I smiled, ripping off my shirt as her eyes roamed hungrily over my body.
Once I shimmied out of my jeans, which proved to be awkward, since I was on my knees in her nest, I turned my attention to her. I intended to help her out of her clothing, but the enticing little omega was so eager, she had ripped off every stitch of it in what seemed to be a matter of seconds.
All I could do was gape.
My day had taken a fucking awesome turn—from going to the store to grab onions to staring at a beautiful, hot-as-fuck omega who was begging for my knot. So much better than onions.
She was petite but had curves in all the right places. Dusky pink nipples that begged to be tasted, teased, and plucked until she moaned my name, and legs that looked impossibly long, considering she was a shortie herself.
She smiled at me before turning over on her knees, bending down and presenting her pussy to me.
Slick was running down her thighs, the scent of it driving me insane and making my cock twitch in excited anticipation.
My hindbrain was dangerously close to taking over, and I wanted to rut her so fucking badly.
My mind went blank at the sight, only one thought running through my head.
Mine.
Sure, it was supposed to be only a one-time thing, but fuck, I wanted to possess this omega in a way I had never desired before. I wanted her wearing my scent, wearing my mark on her skin so that the entire world knew who she belonged to.
Grasping at her hips, I lined up my cock, hissing as the head met her slippery heat. Mable pushed back, desperately trying to impale herself on my erection—a notion I was in no way against, but I was doing my best to be sensible.
It may also have been delicious to watch her squirm while I teased her folds.
“Now, now, little omega,” I growled, my voice taking on a feral edge I wasn’t used to. “As much as I like you eager and dripping for me, we need to go slowly.”
“No!” she whined, bouncing her hips in search of more contact. “No slow, just knot,” she declared, wiggling her hips.
God, Devin would love her.
“You’ll get my cock when I want to give it to you,” I said, inching forward at an agonizing pace. Whatever she was about to say next was cut off by both our moans as the delicious feeling of her pussy sliding over my dick made my brain go fuzzy.
Tightness enveloped my cock, and I only had the head inside that perfect pussy of hers. I wanted nothing more than to thrust my entire length deep into her again and again, but she needed time to adjust. I wasn’t looking to break her. Mostly.
“Angle your hips, omega. If you want it so badly”—I gripped my shaft, swirling the head of my erection around her entrance—“then earn it.”
“Unf!” she cried, dropping her shoulders lower so that I could plunge deeper.
Inch by inch, I slid in, using every ounce of incredible friction to my advantage, sheathing myself in and out of her in a teasing, torturous dance.
Slick coated my skin, the sight was nearly enough to make me come right then and there.
But I wanted her trembling around my shaft when I came, milking me for every drop of cum I was capable of giving her.
“Per—Ah!” My tip nudged against her G-spot, and she clamped down.
Fuck, it was tight. Mable’s body was going to be feeling me for days with how much she stretched around me.
Thank the heavens above for heats, though, because she took every inch of me perfectly, and before I even realized it, she was pushing her ass back and taking me deeper, thrusting shallowly while I knelt there, like a slack-jawed idiot, loving every second of it.
My fingers dug into her hips, creating little indents in her skin as I began to match her rhythm.
The slick in and out was euphoric, my spine tingling as the sensations pooled in my sack and lower belly.
Mable moaned as I progressed deeper, angling over her a bit so that I could drive my cock inside her pussy as far as it would go.
Crying out, she fisted the mound of fluffy fabrics she’d piled into her nest. “Fuck!” Craning over her shoulder, Mable gazed at me, her eyes glistening with hunger and the heady state of her heat. “That!”
I grinned. “Anything you want, little omega.”
Pistoning my hips faster, I planted a foot for leverage, giving this sweet girl exactly what she asked for. I fucked hard and deep, and Mable’s pussy clamped down around me, pulling me in and demanding more.
Mable was going to turn me into a quick draw at this rate, but judging by her breathy begging for a knot, she would be okay with that.
As my knot started to swell, bumping up against her entrance, she cried in happiness. My mind was filled with cotton balls, these white puffs that made it impossible for me to think about anything but shoving my knot into this perfect pussy.
My mouth went dry, and my vision grew hazy. I wanted to rut. Shit.
That would have been fine if we were in a long-term relationship and had discussed that sort of thing, but I couldn’t go rutting an omega in heat that I’d just met.
Although, that prospect had my cock throbbing so fucking hard that the thought alone was going to be enough to get me climaxing like never before.
Not now. But maybe…
I pulled out of her, ignoring Mable’s whines as I grabbed her hips, tossing her across the bed. Within seconds, I went from fucking her from behind to lying down on the nest so she could climb on top of me.
“Use me.” I smirked, pinning her with a look I knew was pure lust.
She eyed my inflating knot hungrily, chewing on her bottom lip as her brows raised.
It was the kind of look that made me feel ten feet tall.