Chapter 14 Iris #2
“So good, Omega. So fucking good.”
I hum around Jett and take everything I can. When there’s no more left and my orgasm has faded into small aftershocks, the wave of tiredness that hits me is fast and quick. My eyelids droop and the muscles in my arms become boneless.
Before long I’m being gently moved, Mateo’s knot still lodged inside my body and the plug in my ass. It feels good, comforting in a way. But not as good as his arms locked around my stomach and the kiss he lays on my neck as I fall into a deep and dreamless sleep, the scent of pack surrounding me.
I wake up no longer knotted and to the quiet sounds of snoring and slow breaths.
I blink my eyes open and closed several times before staring up at the canopy above covered in twinkling fairy lights.
I didn’t have much time to look at the nest before my heat waves took over, but I smile when I take in the tiny yellow lights.
My solo nest in my condo in Burbank has similar fairy lights, but the nest as a whole is not nearly as nice. It was good enough for me and pleased my Omega, resting on a queen-sized mattress with lots of blankets, but this…
This one’s better.
Of course this one’s better, I answer my Omega mentally. It’s not only bigger, but it smells like pack. Lemons, honey, basil, strawberry and the faint scent of mint. Like the garnish on top of a drink. I want more of that scent.
The big-tattooed Alpha. Need him.
I squeeze my thighs together at the thoughts of Wilder now swimming in my mind and exhale softly.
I look to the side but don’t see him. He was next to me before; I could feel him touching my cheek as I fell asleep on Mateo’s knot, but he’s not there.
I frown, running my hand over the spot on the bed that’s cool to the touch.
He’s the only one left of the Alphas to knot me.
I’ve only tasted his kiss, and I need more.
That’s what I said.
I roll my eyes at my hussy of an Omega, who’s also very sassy in heat.
Well to me at least, she’s very sweet and submissive to the pack.
But it’s nice that she’s giving me a slight reprieve from her shenanigans.
I know it won’t be for long before she’s taken over again.
With the thoughts of Wilder, there’s a simmering heat burning in my belly, but that could also be because I have to go to the bathroom.
I blink back up at the twinkling lights, sending a silent plea to my Omega to behave for a bit longer while I go clean up, and that the rest of the pack I smell around me remains sleeping.
I don’t need to see myself to know I’m sticky and sweaty.
My Omega likes it, wants to be messy and caked with cum and slick.
But my rational brain, the Iris/professional actor part of me, doesn’t.
With some clarity, the thoughts I had in the car on the way here creep back into my mind like a dark and ominous shadow. Pack Quinn are our scent matches. We found them. But I’ve also ruined their movie. I highly doubt they’re going to want me when this is all over and pheromones have cleared.
I shut my eyes and ignore the protests of my Omega. She believes the Alphas and the Beta think very differently. And maybe they do, but our designations will always default to their instincts, whereas the people: Wilder, Jett, Mateo, and August, could very well not agree.
After another minute I open my eyes again and slowly sit up, glad I’m not connected to Mateo at the moment.
My body aches in places I forgot existed and the weight of the plug in my ass reminds me of when they put it in.
My cheeks burn as the memories of everything my Omega did in this bed flutter through my brain like a leaf in the breeze.
Before I can think too much about it, gravity draws slick and cum from my body, and I cringe. Yes, I definitely need the bathroom. Also, thank fuck for birth control, because there’s no way I wouldn’t be pregnant with the amount of cum Jett and Mateo already pumped into me.
My omega pouts and I almost laugh. I remind her that we aren’t getting pregnant until we’re packed up and ready for that responsibility—okay, until I’m ready. I know that my Omega’s been ready, but my career has been what’s important and I don’t regret that in the slightest.
I glance around the lowly lit nest. Jett is lying at the top of the mattress, naked and asleep.
I avoid looking at his package because I’m trying to get out of this bed, not trigger another wave.
I look beside me where Mateo is sleeping, Augie on the other side of him.
The two of them are also naked. Mateo is face up, a corded forearm draped over his eyes and the Beta is koala-beared to his side, glasses nowhere to be found. It’s adorable to say the least.
I look back to where Wilder was, a reminder he left at some point. And long enough ago that the bed is cold. My heart sinks and my Omega pouts, but I try not to think too much into it, or the fact he hasn’t been inside me yet and his scent is too light in the nest.
He’s probably off doing damage control for the havoc I’ve created. There’s also the little fact I lied and said I was on suppressants. Gods, I need to come clean. But I obviously can’t do that now.
I slide off the bed, making as little noise as possible, shoving away the pull to immediately dive back in the nest and jump on the nearest cock.
I stand naked in front of the mattress and look around the room decorated in various shades of purple.
The suite is large and there are no windows, perfect for my sensitive eyes during a heat.
The fairy lights and a few shaded lamps in the corners provide the only light, making this place feel like a cozy cave.
I look ahead to see large french-style doors that I remember being brought through when I first arrived.
The bathroom won’t be out that way so I look to the left and see a small kitchen area with a stainless-steel fridge and a breakfast nook with five chairs.
The thoughtfulness they put into the room is amazing, and I feel bad that I’m soiling it.
When this is all over, if they ever bring another Omega here, it will have to be completely redone and stripped of my scent.
Something that won’t be easy to do with all the pheromones I’ve pumped in this room.
The bridge of my nose stings and I remember I’m not supposed to be thinking about that.
Deciding it has to be to the right, I step away from the bed and the sleeping pack.
There’s a wall that leads to a small hallway and when I reach it I see a door cracked open at the end with light leaking through.
My feet carry me faster, and a tugging sensation builds the closer I get to the door.
It’s odd, but I don’t have time to question it because I hear a low and deep voice humming a tune I recognize.
An old lullaby I think? One my mom used to sing to me when I was a child.
I should turn around and find another bathroom to use, but instead I step closer, the drum of water hitting tile from a shower becoming evident.
I push the door slightly wider so I can see in, stepping just enough into the bathroom.
The tile under my feet is warm, and satisfaction works its way into my being. The floors of the nest must be heated.
They’re perfect, my Omega preens.
And rich. Heated floors in Los Angeles are not easy to come by. But my toes are not complaining.
The humming is replaced by raspy singing, the tone vibrating through me from the souls of my feet all the way to the top of my head.
“Hush now, love, the day is done, sleep will come with the setting sun.”
Okay, wow. Wilder is not only an amazing director and business person, but he can sing? It’s not perfect by any means, but it’s deep and beautiful. Almost haunting.
Slick wets my inner thighs, and I grip the handle of the door in my hand so I don’t run into the bathroom.
I swallow hard, eyes finding his body as he continues to sing.
He’s standing under the spray of a luxurious rainforest shower.
The frosted stall is huge, and the light above him is bright enough I can make out his massive, tattooed body.
His back is to me, round ass flexing as he scrubs himself down.
Holy shit, are those dimples on his butt?
The scent of strawberries floats around me, and I’m grateful he’s under a spray of water and lathering himself up with soap, or there’s no doubt in my mind that he’d smell me.
“Dreams will hold you, warm and near, until the morning light appears.”
My heart squeezes in my chest, memories of hearing this song as I fell asleep as a child pushing into the forefront of my mind. My mom used to tell me to dream of my future pack, and while I did, more than I ever cared to admit, I also dreamed of my future. Of being a star.
My eyes burn and I take in a sharp breath before I can think about how loud it is. Wilder’s body stills and he turns. I close my eyes like a child who believes they can’t be seen if they can’t see you.
“Iris?”
I know I can’t just stand here gripping the door handle with my eyes closed, so I do what an adult would do and open them.
My gaze meets Wilder’s through the frosted glass.
I grit my teeth to keep from closing my eyes again, or gods forbid looking down to his crotch.
I already saw his well-sculpted backside and those cute dimples I want to lick; I’ll be running straight into the shower if I see his cock right now.
So? my Omega sasses.
She’s lost her damn mind now that she has the reins. A little taste of power and a scent-matched pack and everything I’ve worked for is gone out the window.
“Sorry,” I clip out. “I was—”
Wait. What was I doing again?
Wilder doesn’t move, doesn’t try to cover himself.
His eyes remain on mine, and I swear I see the corner of his mouth tipping up into a grin.
He’s standing far enough out of the spray that the water hits his back but drops cascade down from his hair and beard that both appear darker wet.
Seriously, the Alpha looks like he just stepped out of every wet dream I had as a teen.
One where the tatted bad boy sweeps me off my feet and takes me for a ride on the back of his bike.
Okay, let’s be honest. I’ve had that fantasy as an adult too.
I swallow, frozen to my spot. I tell my feet to move, to speak, to do anything, but every time I try to turn to leave it’s like an invisible force is making me stay put.
“Do you need to use the bathroom?” He runs a hand over his hair, then down his face, clearing any rouge water.
Oh right. That’s what I came here to do.
I nod dumbly and he points behind me. “Just head toward the sink and go right. You’ll see the toilet. It has a door you can close for privacy.”
My skin burns and I nod again. “T-thanks.”
He steps back under the spray and a flare of rejection stings in my gut. That’s idiotic considering I walked in here on him in the shower. He’s also being considerate. What did I expect him to do, bark at me and tell me to join him?
My clit pulses at the idea but before I flood the space with my perfume while I stand here awkwardly and stare, naked and covered in slick and cum I might add, and a plug still in my ass, I scurry toward the bathroom.
Safely inside, I shut the door behind me and begin to cry.