Chapter 6
Holy crap. What the heck have I just done?
There is a little voice in my head that is freaking out about the fact that I am in the back seat of a chauffeured SUV with five men who look like they should be gracing the covers of magazines.
The voice doesn't seem to care that these men are kind, that they're worried about who's looking after me, that they're so supportive that it's literally their job title.
Or that, within fifteen minutes of meeting him, one of them said what I hadn't realised I'd been waiting my whole life to hear—that I could still be worth listening to even if I'm not saying things perfectly.
The little voice wants to panic, then run screaming, and hide under the bed because why the heck would men like them want someone like me?
Fortunately, it's mostly being drowned out by the ball of excitement in my chest that must be my omega, who seems to be having a full-on freak out about how incredible these guys smell.
To be fair to her, I can't remember ever scenting anyone quite this clearly before. The scent of the six of us together reminds me of somewhere… safe, but also fresh and green and slightly damp from an afternoon shower. The excited flurry in my gut is screaming at me that they're my sce—
But the little voice in my head is panicking about what might happen and trying to scream louder. I force myself to take a deep breath. The whirling scents mingling in my chest mute my panic to a dull roar.
I'm safe. This isn't Pack Simpson. There's nobody who's going to record me. This is just for tonight and—well, if it's working—for my heat. And at least I know we actually all want the same thing.
Wait… do I actually know that?
I bite my lip as Lauren's parting words echo in my mind.
"Make sure you tell 'em you're down to fuck, 'cuz these fuckers sound pretty serious about consent, and you kinda sound like you're about to go into a heat spike, babes.
And for fuck's sake, turn on your fucking location, so if I'm wrong about them, then at least I know where to send the cops. "
The maelstrom settles inside me as I suck in another delicious breath, and something I could easily mistake for certainty peeks through.
Oh dear God, I can't believe I'm about to do this.
"I know we talked about, um, talking, but I'm not averse to doing a bit more than that, if, uh, if you are on the same page…
uh, and no expectations or anything… and just for tonight…
but you totally don't have to and we can just chat if—if you want…
" I bury my head in my hands as my voice trails into nothing.
My scent humiliatingly intensifies further as a rumble comes from the seat in front of me.
The cool air on my thighs makes me shiver as a damp patch spreads across the crotch of my underwear.
I peek through my fingers. The tallest alpha, Allen, the one with the olive skin and dark eyes that makes my underwear dissolve, turns towards me, and pins me to my seat with his gaze.
He looks like the more attractive younger brother of a mafia don, all brooding brown eyes and perfectly styled black hair, his sharp perfection obvious from his crisp part to his shined loafers that gleamed when he climbed into the car.
"That was a very brave thing to say, little omega. Did your friend suggest you mention that?"
Biting my lip, I nod my head. But even though it's embarrassing as heck to admit, there's something inside that feels weirdly proud that I managed to get the words out. It must be my omega preening with his approval, given how it was accompanied by a thick waft of my scent.
Oh no… not now… don't tell me I'm perfuming…
Shame floods my cheeks. "I just… you know…
consent and all that… I'm just really, really shit at talking about this kind of thing," I whisper through my embarrassment.
Cool fingertips gently stroke my neck. I peek at the man on my left.
Ralph. He's stroking my hair, with a gentle, concerned look in his blue-grey eyes.
They told me he's a beta, but he's also built like a brick wall, and smells like a mint julep at the end of a rainy day.
"You did so well, sweetheart," he murmurs.
Another waft of freesias drifts through the car as my embarrassment grows. My thighs are sticky with slick. I'm practically sitting in a puddle.
"She likes that," mutters one of the alphas in front of me.
The one who smells like a refreshing sunshower.
Seb. His hair has fallen out of its bun, and is grazing the back of the headrest. He reminds me of the surfers I knew from back home, all white teeth and tanned skin and strong, powerful, lean muscles and easy laugh; but one who grew up, got a real job, and remembers to pay the electricity bill.
The sudden whir of a motor pulls my attention for a moment as the partition separating us from the driver slowly winds up. I can see the tips of his ears are bright red as they disappear behind the black glass.
Seb snorts with amusement. "Don't worry. Charlie's decent."
I doubt poor Charlie will think the same about me.
"Zeke, did she send her friend her location yet?" Allen's growly baritone makes me bite my lip.
"I—I'm about to," I squeak from between my fingers.
"I'm not gonna do anything that pisses off Loz," mutters Seb, under his breath.
Zeke plucks my phone from my lap and holds it in front of me, as Ralph's lips graze my neck.
"Let's do it now, hey, darling? That way, she won't worry.
I get the sense you don't want her worrying.
" Zeke has the air of an Olympic athlete who's having a night off from training.
The man looks like his muscles have muscles, and he knows how to pick clothes that highlight them, his forearms flexing in a way that makes me lick my lips as he holds out my phone.
His thick, wavy chestnut brown hair brushes his collar every time he moves his head in a way that makes me want to run my hand through it.
"Mmmhmm." I quickly send my location to Lauren. She responds with a GIF of thrusting stick figures. I giggle and turn off my phone.
"Do you find it hard to talk about what you really want?
" Ralph's gentle voice pulls my face from my hands as I turn and look at him.
He reminds me of one of those billionaire business moguls in my trashy romances.
His suit must have cost more than my rent, the way it's painted onto his muscular form.
Intellectually, I know he isn't tall—I can almost see over the top of his neatly clipped, dark curls—but he radiates power in a way that would make anyone around him look up to him.
My cheeks grow hot as I nod. "Only—only with stuff that's… private and just for me… it was a long time ago, but there was a video… it got out. And since then…"
He nods, gently. "Here's the thing," says Ralph, his voice low but clear. "This isn't something the boys and I do to you. It's something we all choose to do together. And I'm pretty sure you know that already."
My head nods enthusiastically.
"So, how about this? We have four words, and only four words, to worry about tonight. Stop. Less. Good. More. And yes and no, so six. Six words. Everything else is just noise. Does that sound a bit more manageable?"
I smile, relief coursing through me.
"Uh, I didn't hear your word?" James' gentle bass voice murmurs from in front of me.
"Yes." My voice is barely louder than a whisper. I swear, even my forearms must be blushing by now.
Zeke's large hand strokes my leg as it presses itself against his muscular thigh. His eyes flick to mine and a smile flits across my face. A sparkle glints across his gaze as his hand passes back and forth. "Doesn't she deserve a reward for being so brave?"
Allen's tone is husky. "So long as that's something she wants. What do you think, Dellie?" He clears his throat. "Do you want to cum on Zeke's fingers?"
Zeke's hand gently drifts higher up my thigh as my head inclines.
I barely know their names. I should be sensible about this—I suck in a sharp breath as tingles bloom over my skin. "Uh huh."
"Words, sweetheart," Ralph whispers in my ear, making a sudden surge of slick drip from me.
"Yes," I croak out, spreading my thighs as far apart as they will go in the cramped back seat of the SUV, pushing one leg against Ralph and the other against Zeke, hoping my wordless invitation is enough.
Ralph scoops up one thigh and lifts it over his legs. His fingers trail across the bare skin. Zeke does the same with my other leg. Ralph's lips softly graze my ears and neck, as Zeke's fingers slowly weave across my skin and under my skirt.
Ralph is nuzzling my neck, his fingers stroking up my leg.
"D'you think her breasts need some attention, Cl—uh, Ralph?" Sebastian asks from the row in front, as he redoubles his grip on the grab handle by his door, his blond-streaked brown waves flopping back over the headrest.
"Yes. Please." My body arches against Ralph.
"Careful, lovely. If you beg in front of Allen, he may never want to let you go." James has turned in his seat, and is smiling at me.
"You're doing so well, sweetheart," Ralph murmurs in my ear, as his fingers wander up my torso, and brush the curve of my breasts that peeks out from the halter. "Isn't she?"
"So beautifully," says Zeke, his fingers tickling as they lightly drift across the sodden front of my underwear.
His other broad, calloused hand strokes my flushed cheek.
"It can't be good for you, wandering around in soaking wet clothes.
Better take them off." I can feel the hunger boiling in his voice.
I shift my hips up as his fingers tug at the sides of my underwear.