Chapter 8
Chapter eight
Iris
Not good. This is not good.
It’s great! My Omega preens as Wilder licks the column of my throat. Yes, licks. Slick gushes out of me, and there’s no doubt in my mind my wardrobe is soaked. I’m lightheaded and I keep going in and out of being in control.
My Omega wants to run this show now. She’s tired of being the understudy, waiting in the background to take the mainstage.
“Iris,” a concerned yet soothing voice says near my ear. “Can you let go of Wilder?”
A deep and menacing growl vibrates through my being, the source of it from Wilder’s chest, sending another wave of slick to my already soaked underwear.
To any other designation standing within ten feet, that growl was a warning to back the fuck off, but to me, to my Omega, it was the sexiest thing we’ve ever heard.
There’s cursing around me as I grip his silky dark hair tighter beneath my fingers, nostrils flaring, but all I smell is that damn scent neutralizer.
I scrunch my nose and a pathetic whine pulls from my throat.
I need a tissue so I can blow my nose. I need to smell him like he can so obviously smell me.
I press myself further into the massive Alpha whose body is nearly as heated as mine.
We’re like two stars burning bright in the galaxy, and his touch is setting me alight.
His large palms drag down my curves to cup my ass, gliding my core against his massive dick, one that’s hard and ready for me to ride.
Knot.
A pain rips through my stomach and I gasp. Had strong arms not been holding me up, I would have doubled over in pain. Fuck. It’s been so long since I’ve had a heat—not to mention a heat around Alphas—I almost forgot how much it can hurt…almost.
My abdomen clenches again and I pull on the hair in my hands so hard Wilder grunts, his cock twitching.
“We need to get out of here,” a soothing yet worried voice says. It sounds like Augie.
“We can’t just take an unbonded Omega home with us, mi amor,” Mateo answers.
“Then where? We have a nest.”
“She hasn’t consented,” another growling voice replies with a southern twang, telling me it’s Jett. “She’s not in her right mind.”
Annoyance claws at my chest that they’re talking about me like I’m not here.
I want to tell them off, tell them that while I may have knots on the brain, and feel like I’m burning alive from the inside out, I can consent.
But the Alpha holding me to his chest begins to purr.
The sound turns me into putty, the pain in my abdomen lessening and my rage easing.
“Little Omega,” Wilder groans. “You smell so good.”
My purr rattles to life in my chest. The sound is foreign, and I have no idea why I’m making it. Even the times I’ve gone to a heat clinic and had Alpha’s help me through, I’ve never purred. Purring by an Omega is reserved for members of your bonded pack, soothing children, or...mates.
I told you, my Omega purrs. They’re ours. Not just him. The whole pack.
An urgent need to scent him, to scent all of them, takes over, my Omega riding me to figure my shit out.
I dip my nose to where I know Wilder’s scent gland is.
But still all I get is the sterile scent of neutralizers.
I whimper pathetically and bury my nose deeper against his throat.
His hands grip me tighter and another touch soothes down my back in an attempt to comfort me, leaving a trail of pleasurable fire in its wake and more slick to produce from my very needy pussy.
“Easy, mi conejita.”
Mateo. His hand is the one on my back, petting me so nicely. I never want him to stop. I inhale again against Wilder’s neck and huff in frustration.
“Can you tell us what’s wrong?” Mateo asks.
“The neutralizers,” a wobbling female voice says. “She’s going into heat and can’t scent any of you.”
A growl rips from my throat and I push away from Wilder. The movement is so fast and with strength I didn’t even know I had, that he doesn’t have time to pull me back.
I stalk toward the women who interrupted me, only stopping when two shaking hands are held in front of my snarling face.
“It’s me, Iris! It’s Sadie! I come in peace!” she squeaks.
“Get out!” Wilder growls at my back.
“No, I’m not leaving her,” she contends, voice determined yet frightened.
Another person appears between us, my eyes now level with a lean chest. My narrowed gaze lifts to beautiful green eyes framed with thick-framed glasses.
“Iris.” His voice is calm, like a soothing aloe to my heated skin. “Are you lucid enough to know who I am?”
“Augie,” I say easily. My Omega may be at the surface, but I won’t be completely lost to heat until it hits its peak. And now that I’m not held against Wilder and the other two Alpha’s, I already feel a bit more clearheaded.
“Good,” Augie murmurs. I hear some scuffling behind me and try to turn, but he takes my chin between his fingers so I can’t look.
Wilder growls and another one of the Alphas growls back.
Pain lances through my low belly from the noise and I know I don’t have much time before I’m on my knees and begging for a knot to ease me.
Fucking body betraying me. Fucking suppressants. I can’t even smell Pack Quinn for fucksake and this is happening to me. Sometimes biology really is a bitch.
His thumb strokes my chin and I sigh at the calming feel of it. “You know who Sadie is right?”
My eyes dart behind him. Sadie peeks out, her eyes worried. Sadie. My assistant, a Beta. She’s not here to take them from me. Right?
I blink a few times, my hormones leveling out the longer I’m not in Wilder’s arms. My Omega isn’t happy about that but I am. My head gets clearer the longer I stand here, and the longer I’m in Augie’s calming presence, his touch gentle on my face.
“I do,” I finally exhale.
“I need you to go with her, now,” he says, keeping our gazes locked together.
“No!”
He doesn’t blink at the outburst, his only reaction a small ghost of a sad smile. “We just gave Wilder an emergency rut blocker, but my pack is hanging on by a thread here.”
Rejection washes over me and before I can stop myself my eyes fill with tears. Sadie cautiously steps beside Augie and I want to both hug her and snap at her. My Omega knows who she is but she doesn’t like that she’s here, her scent clear to the males in the room.
Augie drops his hand from my chin and I give my full attention to Sadie.
She keeps her hands held up and voice low, eyes darting to the Alpha’s behind me.
I can’t see them, can’t smell them, and I’m not bonded to them, but I can feel their stress, their need for me.
The air around us is like a rubber band about to snap.
“Iris,” she says calmly. “I called the Omega clinic for you. They have a private room waiting, we just have to get you there.”
No! Not that, please! my Omega pleads with me as an Alpha behind me growls.
The tears that had filled my eyes spill over my cheeks, and my nose runs.
My gaze darts to Augie who looks pained, his square jaw clenched.
He lifts his hand like he wants to wipe away my tears then stops.
More tears spill and I reach up to wipe at my nose, having enough headspace to know I don’t want to snot everywhere and embarrass myself more if that’s even possible.
Sadie hands me a tissue she stashes in her purse in case of emergencies, and I note Augie’s wide eyes the moment I bring it to my nose. His lips part but I don’t hear what he says as I clear out my sinuses, the sterile smell of neutralizers leaving.
The moment the small rational part of my brain that was left realizes what I’ve done, my eyes widen too. My nostrils flare as multiple mouthwatering scents hit me.
Mint, lemon, honey, and the perfect hint of basil. My strawberry perfume bursts out of me, adding to the mix and creating what I can only describe as a cocktail meant to be the biggest aphrodisiac on the planet.
Ours. The Quinn Pack is ours. Mine. There’s no denying it now.
Tears prick my eyes for a whole new reason and the desire to grab Augie and run into the arms of our Alpha’s is tantalizing, but my feet stay glued to the spot, my mind still in shock at this revelation.
One I never would have guessed to happen to me in a million years.
Let alone on the set of my dream job, something I’ll have to unpack later when biology isn’t taking over and I’m feeling too many emotions mixed with needy arousal.
“Oh shit,” Sadie mutters, realizing what she helped me do.
Oh shit is right. Heat flares through my body worse than before.
Usually when I have a heat, especially after going off suppressants, I’ll have pre-heat symptoms and a couple of heat spikes to warn me of what’s to come, but this is different—a full blown first wave of heat.
Once this is eased, they’ll only get more intense until I’m completely lost to estrous.
I grip my abdomen and whine. Purrs erupt behind me and that doesn’t do anything to help the situation.
“What do we do?” Sadie mutters. “Fuck, I fucked up.”
“Iris,” Augie grits out, his voice strained. “Can I touch you?”
I should say no, but there’s no way I can’t. I want his touch. Need his touch.
“Yes,” I exhale, eyes watering from pain and need.
He grips my arms, his soothing touch easing me slightly.
Enough I can look into his beautiful green eyes that remind me of his scent.
Herbaceous basil, like it’s been freshly cut.
It’s not as strong as mine or the Alpha’s still at my back, but it’s perfect, and I want to lick him to see how it tastes on my tongue.
“Do you feel it?” One of his hands leaves my biceps to tap over his heart.