Chapter 11 Iris #2
“What’s wrong? What do you need?” His voice is slightly panicked and for a brief moment I feel bad for making him anxious.
“What’s your favorite color?”
The SUV goes quiet before both him and Augie bark a singular laugh. I realize it’s funny, but I’m being serious.
Mateo sees that I’m not laughing and swallows before answering, “Yellow.”
My lip tilts at the corner. Yellow makes sense.
He reminds me of sunshine, and his skin is warm like it too.
I imagine laying on a blanket in the park with him, the California sun shining on us, and his honey taste on my tongue as we kiss—it makes me both happy and sad.
The image is lovely, but we aren’t going to be basking in the sun together during my heat, and I don’t know what will happen between us after it’s over.
I push that thought away before my Omega can dwell and I start crying again. “What about you, Augie?”
I pry my gaze away from Mateo, his hand dropping from my cheek as I look at the Beta seated on the other side of him.
“Grey,” he says easily.
I raise an eyebrow. “Grey?”
He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose like he did after he ate me out, lips wet from my cum. It was hot and adorable at the same time, two things I didn’t know could coincide. “I should say silver.” He clears his throat. “Like the color of your eyes.”
The heat that’s been building down below spreads upward, my skin turning into fire.
I shift in my seat, the clothes on my body way too itchy.
My hands grip the bottom of the shirt I have on and I pull at it, hating the way it feels on my skin.
I want soft blankets that feel like butter.
I want a nest that smells like my pack—well, not my pack yet.
We’re not even going to my nest since it wouldn’t be big enough.
Frustration scratches at the back of my throat.
I hate that I don’t know what this one looks like.
Mateo and Augie assured me no other Omega has been in it, but while my Omega is happy to be taken care of by her scent matches, and that we’re going to go through a heat with them, our biology craves familiarity and comfort.
I don’t like not knowing what it’s going to be like, or how the room is going to feel.
I whine and instead of turning away from Mateo like I tell myself to, I nearly dive into his lap. The only reason I don’t fully do so is because the seat belt I’m wearing prevents me from it, so my face ends up near his armpit.
Alpha, my Omega purrs. “Help.”
“We’re pulling into our driveway. We’ll help you when we’re inside.”
I stifle an embarrassed groan. I didn’t mean to say help out loud, but I do need help. The pain is growing unbearable, and my pheromones are so strong now, the only reason I smell Mateo is because my nose is directly near a scent gland.
He rubs my arm just as the car jerks, coming to a complete stop.
“Can you walk, Iris?” Augie asks.
My Omega grumbles no at the same time I say yes—two competing answers.
But I’m not an invalid; I can get in the house by myself.
I pull my nose away from him and sit back.
He unbuckles my seatbelt before I can, his arm and hand brushing against me.
I bite my lip when my clit pulses and nearly jump him and beg for his knot.
Thankfully the car door opens beside me and cool night air filters into the cab.
The change of scent and intrusion both is a relief and an annoyance.
My Omega liked the smells of us, but without them a bit of the pain ebbs, enough I should be able to walk safely to their home before anything embarrassing can happen in front of the driver.
I’m still trying to forget I fell to my knees and nearly presented myself in front of all of them earlier.
Before I can make my way out of the car Mateo stops me with his hand on my thigh. The pressure feels good on my body and I want to ask him to move it closer to my pussy, but I don’t. I look up into his eyes and find him smiling.
“You didn’t tell us your favorite color.”
I smile back at him. “Purple.”
Mateo’s eyes widen just enough that I notice. “I’m really glad to hear that.”
Before I can ask him why, the scent of lemons hits my nose followed by the soothing smell of mint. I perfume and double over in my seat, my inner walls clenching around nothing.
Alphas. Our Alphas.
“Yes, they’re yours. We’re yours, Iris. All of us,” Mateo says with such conviction I want to believe him. Also, shit, I said that out loud too. My Omega is clearly back in charge now.
My thoughts jumble as Mateo ushers me from the car, his hand on my back.
Jett’s hand takes mine as I step to the ground, and I meet his ocean blue gaze that’s darker in the late evening.
There’s muted speaking I can’t hear going on behind me, but with Jett holding my hand and Mateo at my back with his hand on my hip, I don’t care what’s being said or not said.
A thought I have to tell them tries to push through the haze of heat that’s taking over, but I can’t remember what I needed to tell them. All their scents, the presence of their pack surrounding me again, it’s too much and also not enough.
I double over and grip my stomach, but before I can do anything else I’m being lifted, this time by Jett.
I bury my nose against his neck and inhale the lemon scent that smells almost like lemon bars straight from the source. I lick his neck, tangy sweetness sparking on my tongue, and Jett groans, muscles flexing around me as he holds me tighter.
“Don’t do that, Omega, or I’ll fuck you right here on the ground.”
“Okay,” I reply, licking him again so he shudders.
There’s a warm chorus of male laughter but all it does is make me wetter.
The sounds zapping electricity to my already pulsing clit.
We move up the steps and someone must open the front door because light filters in.
I wince, not liking it. Omegas crave the darkness and comfort of their nests during heat or times of distress, and being in the foyer of a house that’s lit with artificial light after the darkness of the car doesn’t make me happy.
“Shhhh, my star, I’m taking you to your nest.”
My star. I don’t know why he called me that, but my Omega likes it. I like it. I suck over Jett’s scent gland in thanks and my perfume curls around us. My belly clenches at the same time I finally remember part of what I wanted to tell them.
“Touch starved,” I say, clinging to him harder.
Jett doesn’t balk; he continues walking, carrying me like I weigh fifty pounds instead of two-fifty, his purr kicking to life and wrapping around me like a heated blanket, soothing me.
“It’s okay,” he hums. “You won’t be for much longer.”
Arousal curls like smoke in my stomach, rising up until I swear my entire body is vibrating with it. I bury my face in his neck, dragging a long lemony inhale as a door is kicked open and I pry my head up to look at the room we just walked into.
Holy dream nest.
It’s stunning and decorated in every beautiful shade of purple you could imagine. Now I understand Mateo’s reaction to my favorite color. If I was more in my right mind, I’d make a joke about them stalking me, but I know they haven’t.
I try to get down from Jett’s arms so I can fully take it in, but pain and heat explodes through me and I whine, my body curling into itself as my Omega takes over, demanding her needs finally be met after so long.
“Knot,” I cry, against Jett’s chest. “Please, Alpha. Give me your knot.”