Chapter 10
Chapter ten
August
If you had told me at any point in the last ten years that Iris Walker would be in my lap, in heat, and our pack’s scent-matched Omega, I would have insisted that would only happen in my dreams.
Turns out, dreams do come true.
Her sweet strawberry perfume swirls in the air alongside Mateo’s honey pheromones, making my mouth water and my dick painfully hard.
Her dilated grey eyes that remind me of storm clouds, are zeroed in on mine, and her warm body rocks gently on my lap, knees bracketing my hips and her hands gripping my shoulders.
Her body is so hot I’m surprised her clothes aren’t damp with sweat.
I reach one hand up, keeping the other on her hip, and brush her dark hair behind her ear, my fingers trailing softly over her cheek.
She shivers, oscillating her hips over my dick.
The crotch of her jeans is damp with her slick, and if she wasn’t in such need, and we weren’t on set, I’d lay her out on the ground and eat her until all she knew was how to scream my name.
The love seat sinks next to me, and Mateo’s honey scent gets stronger.
Iris turns her face, her cheek resting in my palm as she looks at my mate—her mate now too.
I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have found both of them.
I can only hope that after the haze of her heat is over, she’ll want to be ours like I know my pack already wants her to be.
“You’re so beautiful, mi conejita,” Mateo says.
Iris releases her bottom lip and smiles. “You are too.” She flushes a deeper pink that makes her look similar to the delicious fruit she smells like, before she gives her gaze back to me. “So are you.”
I blush now too, my cheeks becoming warm. I skim the pad of my thumb over her cheek, soaking in the fact Iris Walker, my crush for forever, called me beautiful, and she’s mine.
Her hips rock with a bit more force, a small moan escaping from her plump lips as she chases the relief we promised her, her hot pussy dragging over my bulge before she drops her head forward, teasing her nose over my scent gland and marking me with her pheromones.
Fuck, that was hot. I drop my hand down to her ass, gripping both plush cheeks with my palms while lifting my legs a bit to give her more of the friction she’s seeking.
Iris nips at my throat right over Mateo’s mating bond scars and my dick jerks in my pants. If she does that again I’m going to come before she does, and that’s not acceptable.
“Sweet girl,” I groan, sliding a hand up her back and to the nape of her neck, gently coaxing her away from my throat.
Her hips grind into me at the same time she whines from the loss of my scent in her nose.
Her heated gaze meets mine, her mouth in an adorable pout.
Mateo chuckles when he sees it, his warm laugh vibrating through my body from where our arms touch.
Iris glances over to our Alpha, my attention following hers.
Mateo’s eyes are darker than normal, his scent mixing with another cloud of Iris’s perfume, making the both of us groan.
Mateo shifts on the couch, his erection evident through his jeans.
Images of me and Iris sucking his cock at the same time flash behind my eyelids and Mateo’s lip curls into a half-smirk, like he knew exactly what I was thinking. He probably does.
We’re mates, and even though we can’t communicate telepathically, I’m sure he felt the pulse of my desire down the bond. He also knows what I like, and I love sucking his thick cock while I jerk his fat knot. I know Iris will too, and I have no doubt she’ll become addicted to his taste like I have.
“Do you need to come, Omega?” Mateo asks, his voice syrupy with his own arousal and desire.
“Yes, Alpha. Please,” Iris beseeches, her hot pussy gyrating harder on my cock.
I hold her hips steady and grind my teeth together, her muscles flexing beneath my fingers as she tries to move. Fuck she’s strong, but I’m stronger, keeping her in place.
“I need to move,” she begs. “Please Augie.”
Mateo twirls a strand of her dark hair around his finger, the color of it similar to his. Like a rich dark chocolate that’s near black in color.
“What if our Beta touches that sweet pussy of yours, how about that, Iris?”
Goddamn. Our Beta. I really like the sound of that. The touching sounds really nice too. More than nice.
Her eyes widen and she nods vigorously. “Yes, I need—” Her words break into a whine and by the way she attempts to fold in on herself, I know it’s another cramp.
Sweat breaks out on my forehead from the arousal in my body, Iris’s hot curves against me, and the bright light of the set that still shines down on us. I’m never going to be able to look at this bookstore again in the same way.
“Do you trust me, mi conejita?” Mateo asks.
“Yes,” she says without having to think about it, and Mateo purrs in delight. The best thing an Omega or mate can do is say they trust their Alpha. It’s an immediate aphrodisiac.
Mateo tugs Iris to him, pulling her from my lap so her top half is laying over his thighs and her legs now drape over mine. She squeaks as he maneuvers her easily, his muscles flexing as he props her head up on one of the cream pillows and makes sure she’s comfortable.
Her creamy skin pinkens, throat turning a splotchy red, but her Omega is fighting to stay in the driver's seat, her thighs falling open so Mateo and I can see the mess she’s made of her jeans.
“Pull down her pants, mi amor. I want to see you play with her pretty pink pussy. Let’s see if she tastes as good as she smells.”
My cock thickens and pulses, my mouth watering. I hadn’t planned to eat her out here—that felt like it would just remain a fantasy—but Mateo has given me an order, his Alpha has taken over, and I’m not going to say no. I had the set secured, and nobody is going to walk in here.
I shift on the loveseat that’s too damn small for this, but thankfully I’m fairly flexible.
Mateo and his deft fingers undoes our Omega’s jean button, lowering the teeth of the zipper for me, while holding her on his legs with his other hand.
Her chest rises and falls in short breaths, her hips wiggling in anticipation.
I know she needs to be eased, we’ve made her wait long enough, and I’m thirsting for a taste of her pussy, but I absorb this moment.
Iris Walker, my dream girl, our scent-matched Omega, being held for me by my mate, my Alpha, while on the set of a film I wrote.
We’re going to be very behind schedule now, but I couldn't care less. I’ll fund the whole goddamn movie if the investors pull out, or we don’t even have to shoot it ever.
If today only served to bring her into our lives, that’s fine with me.
Because I know this was meant to happen.
I smile roguishly at her, removing her shoes before pushing my glasses up my nose.
I lean forward, inhaling her sweet, heady scent, hooking my fingers into the loops of her jeans.
I pause briefly and hold her eye contact; she nods her permission and I drag the coarse fabric down over the generous curves of her hips until the V between her thighs is revealed, her sex covered in a soaked pair of white cotton underwear.
The scent of her arousal invades all my senses, and it’s like we’re in the middle of a ready-to-pick strawberry field. If my mouth wasn’t closed I’d be drooling. I lift my gaze to Mateo to see how he’s fairing.
His grip on Iris is strong, fingers indenting the flesh of her outer arm, while his other holds her hand nearest to him tightly.
I have no doubt his cock is pressing into her back, and I admire my mate’s strength.
Between Jett’s alpha-rage and Wilder’s almost rut, I nearly expected him to join them in a similar biological reaction.
But while his neck is tight with restraint, and his nostrils are flared taking in her scent, he’s handling himself well.
I shouldn’t be surprised. He’s always been able to control his Alpha in a way many of his designations cannot. He claims it’s years of mind/body practices like yoga, meditation, running, and weight lifting, but it’s more than that.
My mate is a master at edging. Not only with his own desire but with mine.
He loves to make me go without taking my pleasure when I’ve been naughty, and he likes to test the limits of his own denial as well.
He’s a giver by nature like I am, but he thrives on how it feels to go without coming for long periods of time so the payoff is greater.
In a way, Iris in heat is his ultimate test of restraint, and so far he’s passing.
Even if this is the most on edge I’ve seen him, he’s still holding himself together.
Iris wiggles her hips and I draw my attention back down her body. I could tease her, take my time pulling her pants off and kissing up every inch of her skin, but that will have to wait for another day. She’s already waited long enough, and I don’t want to test my patience any longer either.
I drop her pants beside us and hook my fingers in the band of her underwear.
Her body is warm under my touch, nearly too warm.
It makes me feel even worse for not easing her sooner, so I waste no time in shucking them down, tucking the soaked fabric into my pocket.
I’m keeping these as a souvenir; maybe I’ll tease my Alpha’s with them, or use them to get Mateo off later.
My dick jerks and I know that’s exactly what I’m going to use them for.
“Look at you, sweet girl,” I mutter as I take in Iris’s half-clothed body. I place my palms on the outside of her legs and drag them up, pushing open her thighs further to make room for my body.