Chapter 8 #2
Havoc coughs as Silas smiles even harder. “Yes, Noa,” he drags my name on his tongue like he’s tasting it. Tasting me. “Together, together.”
“Oh,” I say, the wall looking more and more interesting as my face gets red hot. Thorne’s eye catches mine and makes my face flame as I think of them together.
On the first date, Noa? Really?
“It’s nice to meet you, Silas and Thorne.” Their names flow off my tongue, and it only makes me want to repeat them. Like I’d said, I did it too fast and didn’t appreciate it enough.
“Hey, I’m sorry about the other day. I—we came back. I grabbed Havoc and then stepped in dog shit. I swear I wasn’t supposed to take that long.”
“It’s okay,” I say.
“It’s not, I should have ran to you, foot covered in shit and all,” he says, and everyone laughs, but he drops his smile, the slightest bit, which makes me think he might be serious.
“So,” I say, making it awkward. Havoc places a gentle hand on my thigh, far from my private bits, and yet, my pussy reacts all the same.
I clench my thighs together in an effort to hold myself and my perfume together. I avoid eye contact with all of them in hopes they don’t catch the sweetness in my scent.
“Here,” Thorne throws me his jacket. It nearly hits me in the face, but Havoc catches it and puts it over my shoulders. Luke’s plan was genius, though this wasn’t how I was supposed to acquire the jacket. I was supposed to get it because I was cold, not because I can’t control my perfume.
As the jacket settles on me, his cherry scent surrounds me, and I can’t help but smile.
We sit in a comfortable silence, and I can’t tell if I am supposed to lead the conversation.
The restaurant is loud, so it’s not dead silent, but my face flushes all the same.
Havoc hasn’t been much of a talker since we met.
Silas, I’ve known for all of 30 seconds, and Thorne, well, I’ve known a little longer than Silas, but not by much.
“Wait,” I say, wanting to get something off my chest. “Why were you at my store the other day?” I ask Silas. Havoc bought a blanket, Thorne had to pick up samples, but Silas… Silas was just there. Was he really there to purchase a blanket?
His brown eyes sparkle as he wraps his arm around Thorne and leans in. Thorne looks away, but I catch the pink in his cheeks as he leans into him. “Well, Thorne here could not stop talking about the peachy cutie at the blanket store, and I had to come see her for myself.”
If I could be any shyer, I’d drown from flattery. I can’t even hold his eyes as he compliments me.
“You don’t sound like you are from here; what brings you to Nashville?” Silas asks, noting the distinct accent missing from me. Now that I’m listening, they don’t have an accent either.
“Ahh, you know,” I say, trying to think of a way to answer the question without scaring this Pack away.
Oh yeah, I’m hiding in Nashville from a Pack my parents set me up with that abused me for two years.
“I wanted a different pace. Um, try something new. I ended up loving it and staying.” Not a lie, exactly, just not the whole truth. That should work. “What about you guys?”
It’s not as hard as I imagined keeping the conversation going, and for once, it doesn’t feel like pulling teeth, and I even find myself laughing at Silas’s jokes. The waitress comes around and I order my favorite, a turkey club. The food comes fast despite the number of people here.
The amount of scents isn’t nearly as bad as it would be in a hockey stadium, but it is still potent, even when such delicious scents surround me. Each coating me in an untenable warmth I wish I could take home with me.
“Is every question we ask gonna make you perfume?” Thorne’s voice is low and rumbly as he finally looks at me.
My heart drops as I try to keep myself together.
My omega brain can’t tell if that was an insult.
It had to be with the way he was glaring at me since I sat down.
My scent has been notably stronger over the last week, and it’s been a pain for me because it means more washing of fabrics and yarn and using the heavier-dose scent-blocking sprays at the store.
It’s been hard lately to keep my scent to myself, and I’m obviously not doing a good job.
Gosh, how could I mess this up? I push my empty plate forward, on the brink of tears from embarrassment.
Havoc growls as I shake my head. “I’m sorry,” I mutter while grabbing my purse. Silas is already reaching across the table, but I lean back, away from him.
“Maybe it’s best we don’t touch; it might make it worse. I should go.” I gently touch Havoc’s arm, as he’s the one blocking me in the booth, but he doesn’t move. His brown eyes peer into mine wordlessly, and I can’t read him. Not like I want to.
My heart races as I look around the table to find three stern faces, and I’m more than confused. Is he really gonna force me to sit through this embarrassment?
“It’s really okay,” I say, trying to get out again. The smile on my face is painfully fake as I focus on my breathing so I don’t cry.
“That’s not what I meant, Peach Puff,” Thorne grumbles. His eyes pierce me, frozen. The omega in me wants the heat in his eyes to be lust.
“Then what is it?” I ask.
“The more you perfume, the less control we have.”
“Control for what?”
“For keeping our asses on this side of the booth instead of sliding under and getting a taste from the damn source.”
“Oh.” So maybe it was lust. My brain runs a thousand miles a minute. His words have me slicking my panties. Undoubtedly making it worse for them.
“Yeah, oh.” He says with a scoff. I furrow my brow and press my thighs tighter together as I stare at the table.
I mean, I wouldn’t say no.
No, Noa, that’s whorish… What’s wrong with being whorish, though? Oh, my goodness, Ollie is a bad influence on me. That’s something she’d say. My puppeteers–I mean parents would have a heart attack at me even considering this.
“I can’t control it,” I drawl. My heady gaze is on Thorne across from me. My embarrassment won’t let me look at Silas or Havoc. Whose eyes are heavy on me.
“It’s been,” I try to get the words out. “I just need–” My heat is coming. Coming sooner than I thought, by the way my body opens up at the mere thought of one of them making me come.
“Would a release help you, baby girl?” Silas’s voice is smooth. Steady. Grounding.
Excitement builds in my core, and they haven’t even touched me yet. I slowly blink, soaking in the moment as I’m sure I’m soaking the leather of the booth seats.
I whimper as the thoughts of one of them sliding under the table plays in my head over and over again.
I grip Havoc’s arm as I move my stare to his white, tight sleeve shirt.
“We need to hear you say it, sweetheart.” Havoc’s voice is low, but my heightened hearing catches onto their voices as the noise of the restaurant fades to the background.
“Yes,” I’m begging, holding back another whine. Silas smiles so differently now, like there’s a secret between us at this table, and I guess there is now.
“But wouldn’t everyone in the restaurant smell it?” I ask worried. The restaurant is full, as it’s a Saturday night. With so many people here, my scent going sweet, incredibly sweet, they’d know exactly what we were doing and kick us out.
“Let us worry about that,” Silas says as his hand wraps around the back of Thorne’s neck. I watch his fingers squeeze his neck. Silas pulls him to kiss him. Their lips meet in a harsh kiss. One I could watch for hours. Then Silas rips Throne away and shoves him down his seat.
Thorne is gonna… he didn’t seem to like me. He’s barely talked to me. I—I don’t want him to—to, if he doesn’t want to. Absolutely not.
“If-if he doesn’t want to—oh,” I can’t even get the words out before I feel Thorne’s hands on my thighs. He grips my legs and guides them up on his shoulders, forcing me to lie back in the seat a bit, and presses his nose against my tights.
I’m so fucking glad I didn’t go with the jeans.
He presses his nose against me, and I can feel his breath through my thighs, but it isn’t enough.
I lean my head back, my right hand gripping Havoc’s thigh as his and Silas’s scents get even stronger. Our little bubble smells delicious and addictive, with dark coffee and white chocolate, and hints of cherry surround me.
“Oh my,” I moan. “More.” My eyes meet Silas’s dark brown ones as he stares at me.
“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you, Noa? Spread those legs for Thorne, baby, so that he can get closer to home. Come on,” he stops and grips the table as I squirm.
Thorne kisses me before he leans away, and I nearly whine at the cold that comes over my core.
“Patience, baby girl.” Silas’s voice eggs me on, and I arch my back trying to find some relief.
“Those pesky tights are in the way, aren’t they, Thorne?” Silas asks. “Get rid of them.”
I try to jerk my hips up, desperate to get them off, but Thorne holds me down, and his fingers are dancing up my thighs until he gets to the seam of my tights.
I yelp as he rips them, my panties too, his fingers immediately finding my entrance. His thumb plays with my clit as the tips of his fingers dip shallowly into me.
“Here, sweetheart,” Havoc says, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and offering me his forearm. I’m confused for a second. But then Thorne dives in, licking me straight up, and I bite Havoc’s arm to keep in my moan.
My teeth bite hard as Thorne goes deeper. Stroking my walls and curling his fingers. Sucking my clit, I try to move, practically attempting to hump his face, but he keeps my hips pinned, and the frustration of it gets me hotter.
My gaze travels from Silas down to where Thorne is under the dark table. I can barely see him over the bunch of my skirt, but his eyes meet mine, and I nearly fucking come.
“I’m so close,” I whimper. Havoc’s arm is a band across my arm, his arm unwavering despite my bite. Silas is whispering praise from across the table. My hands grip the leather seat as Thorne adds a finger.
He moves so steadily, back and forth, and my head wants to explode.
“Come for us, Noa, come now.” Silas’s low bark has me over the edge, and I come, my slick drenching my thighs as Thorne’s tongue works overtime licking it up. My legs shake as the aftershock runs through me.
I relax against the seat, my hand searches for Thorne’s. He let me take it, still kneeling under the table. I bring it up to my lips, kissing his fingertips, tasting me on them.
He winks as he shoves his fingers into my throat, and I let him. Sucking me off him. His eyes widen as his body jerks forward, knocking into the booth.
“Fuck,” he whispers, sliding his fingers out. I let them go with a pop, and I grab Havoc’s arm again, seeing my bite marks on him.
I attempt not to be proud of the damn marks. They aren’t mating marks as I didn’t bite that hard, but … my eyes met his as the realization dawned on me.
What if I bit him too hard?
Why would he risk that? I can’t — he is—why does he trust me so much to let me do that? How?
He smirks as he takes his arm back and lands a kiss on the top of my head. He leans back but still has his side pressed against mine. I look away in shock.
“What a first date,” I say, wiping the sides of my lips.
“Food and an orgasm, can’t get better than that,” Silas winks. And I nod as my face gets hot all over again.
It definitely was.
“Um.” Our waitress approaches the table. Her eyes drift to the spot Thorne should have been sitting in, but isn’t. “I have to ask you to leave…”
My eyes are wide as I meet Havoc’s gaze, whose smirk doesn’t flinch a bit at being kicked out.
He mouths the words “worth it,” and as Thorne slides away from me, I can definitely say it was worth it. Thorne sits as Silas slides out of the booth to take care of the bill.
My eyes met Thorne’s, and he holds my gaze with a small smile on his face. The only smile all night, and I can’t help but feel accomplished.
“You’re the best fucking dessert, Peach Puff.”