Chapter 30
Chapter thirty
Preparations
Lukas
“Sunday morning pack meeting,” Dem called to all of us as we sat down for breakfast. Ivy’s parents grabbed their plates and joined us, too. “Mr. and Mrs. Turin, every Sunday morning, we have a pack meeting to check in on things, discuss any important details, and make plans if needed.”
“That sounds nice,” Jonah said as she took a seat. “What’s on today’s agenda?”
“Let’s start with a check-in on this weekend’s performances. Lukas, give us the numbers.” Dem looked at me, already knowing the answer.
I cleared my throat, not even bothering to pull out my phone.
“Six shows, all sold out,” I said. “Glowing reviews all over the place for the speculated omega couple. The show received successful reviews as well, but everyone is mentioning a two-minute duet in the first half that put the rest of the performance to shame.”
“I feel bad for the rest of the company,” Ivy frowned, pushing around a piece of fruit on her plate. “Nobody wants to read that from online reviews.”
“That’s why we want our future shows to highlight you so the proper stars are at the top and not buried in the middle,” Isaac said as he rubbed Ivy’s back. “It helps the whole company be proud of what we perform.”
I cleared my throat again, getting everyone’s attention. “I also want to mention that ticket sales for Nutcracker have started to explode. Three shows are close to sold out, and we haven’t even updated casting yet.”
“Did you check if you could add more shows?” Dem asked before taking a sip of his orange juice.
“I did, and we can’t for Nutcracker, looks like we’re stuck with twenty shows,” I replied. “I’m still in talks with the box office and theater about it.”
“Good to know,” Dem said. “On another note, I have interviews scheduled with potential new Executive Directors. I’m very much looking forward to shifting a lot of this planning and financial tracking to their plate.”
“That’s so exciting,” Ivy chimed in, reaching for Dem’s hand. “I know how much time that’ll free up for you and Lukas.”
As she reached for Dem’s hand, her scent caught my nose right away. It was so sweet smelling today. Something felt off, not bad—just off.
“I…” I tried to refocus on the Executive Director discussion. “I…can’t wait for someone else to handle these logistical things, like ticket sales and theater details.”
“When I narrow down the main candidates, I want the entire pack to meet them to ensure we’re all comfortable with this person,” Dem looked at each of us. “We’ll probably be spending a lot of time with them, so they need to be the right fit.”
“One last question,” I said, furrowing my brows as I looked at Ivy. I paused for a bit, but just couldn’t quite articulate what I wanted to say. “Actually, never mind. It’s not relevant at the moment. Sorry, just a passing thought.”
“Are you sure?” Ivy shot me a curious look. Her smile tugged at my heart as I caught more of that sweet scent again.
“Yeah, absolutely,” I shrugged, rubbing her thigh. Oops, I wasn’t supposed to do that.
“Sounds like we’re all done here. Two more shows to go.” Dem lifted his glass in a mock toast to signal the end of our pack meeting.
As everyone stood up to leave, I quickly walked over to him and pulled him aside. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.
“What’s up?” He looked at me. “Does this have to do with Ivy?”
“Yes, her scent is super sweet right now,” I quietly spoke with him. “Have you noticed?”
“Definitely, I asked her about it Friday night. She thought it might just be the stress of the weekend,” Dem said. “What do you think?”
“I think we need to be ready for her heat. Do we have a backup plan in case we need to take her out today?”
“Millie and Jeff know the duet as understudies. Will she make it through the day?” he asked me.
“I believe we’ll start to feel a mating pull to be with her, though it’s not as pronounced with unbonded packs.
We’ve all been avoiding touching her this weekend, which is not the best either, so it’s hard to tell what’s a pull versus just normal need.
” I ran my hands through my hair, thinking of ways to help.
“Maybe I can spend more time backstage today and just keep an eye on her. I’ll talk to Preston so he’s aware, and Isaac too. ”
“Probably for the best. She’s more important than the shows,” he said to me.
“Absolutely,” I agreed.
***
Preston
Four shows down and two more to go, I sadly said to myself as Ivy and I sat in the dressing room backstage.
I was surprised at how much I was going to miss this number.
This show had quietly launched us as an omega couple, plus this was a change of pace and slightly needed break from the high-stress lead positions I usually performed.
I glanced up at the clock—forty-five minutes to wait before we performed for the Sunday matinee show. Ivy sat in her chair, stretching her neck out. I wondered if she felt any changes within her. She’d never experienced a heat before; would she even recognize one coming on?
Lukas pulled me aside earlier and asked me to keep a closer eye on her. I’d definitely noticed her scent getting sweeter as this weekend progressed. Was that a sign of her impending heat?
I thought back to Thursday night in our group bedroom. Taking Ivy with my packmates was so hot as she worked to please us all, and the feel of being inside her…a shiver ran through my spine at how good she felt. Would her heat be like that?
Obviously, it wouldn’t all be about the sex; she’d need us to take care of her, but would we know what to do?
Dem and Lukas seemed to have the most knowledge about omegas, but none of us had any real experience to use here.
I guess we’d all be learning together, which sounded kind of nice, to be honest.
“What are you thinking about?” Ivy asked me. She was looking at me curiously with a small smile on her lips.
“Nothing, just sad we’ve only two shows left,” I said, gesturing to her to come sit on my lap. “I’ll miss this little duet of ours.”
“The one you hated last year?” she laughed as she joined me and snuggled against my chest.
“Yeah, that one,” I chuckled as I inhaled her scent.
Definitely sweeter again today. Her usual rosewater and white chocolate scent smelled somehow even better than before.
Once she’d moved into our house, I’d slowly gotten used to it not impacting me as much.
Today, however, that raw hunger was starting to return, and my arousal for her was growing as she sat on my lap.
“I know what you mean. I’m going to miss this duet too. Maybe it can be our quick number to use when we need a short piece,” she said as she snuggled more into my chest.
More of her delicious scent hit my nose as my chest purred with delight.
Surprised, Ivy looked up at me with a smile. “Are you purring?”
I buried my nose in her neck and inhaled deeply. “You smell amazing today, I can’t help it.” My tongue gently licked her.
She giggled at my response. “I’m all sweaty and gross from class on stage. How can you lick me?”
“Sweaty? Yes. Gross? No way,” I said as I inhaled more of her scent.
“Preston!” she exclaimed as my hands slowly pivoted her toward me, then moved up her back. “You'd better stop, or this is going to lead to something.”
“I hope that’s a promise,” I said as I claimed her mouth with a kiss. She repositioned herself to straddle my lap as her hands reached down to find me hard for her.
“We need to be quick,” she whispered between my kisses. Soft little moans escaped from her mouth, driving me wild. I wanted this to be anything but quick with her.
My hands reached up to her leotard straps and slowly slid them off, exposing her beautiful breasts. “You needed to take this off anyway, right?” I asked as I pulled my own dance shirt off. Her hands found my chest and explored up and down my pecks, pulling more soft purrs out of me.
“I don’t need these tights either,” she smiled seductively at me as her tights dropped down to the floor. I slid out of my sweats and dance belt quickly, repositioning myself on the chair for her. She looked so beautiful standing in front of me, naked and wanting.
I took her hand and helped her onto me as she straddled my thighs. Moving my hands to her hips, I slowly guided her down on me, as the amazing sensation of being inside her filled my being.
“Yes, love,” I whispered to her as my hands helped her rock against me. “How did I get to be such a lucky man?”
She arched her back as she rested her hands on my knees. “I’m the lucky one here, I’ve got my prince who loves and cherishes me.”
“You know it.” My hands reached for her breasts, so soft yet firm against my palms. A strong desire to take her nipple overcame me as I leaned forward and slowly circled one with my tongue. She moaned softly again as her rocking picked up speed.
“Oh Preston, fuck being fast. Knot me,” she gasped, arching her pelvis closer to me.
“Do we have time? Lord knows I want to,” I replied, groaning against her breast. I hadn’t had a chance to knot her yet, but I desperately wanted to. I wanted to give her everything I had all the time.
“Forty minutes, better hurry,” she said, rocking harder against my lap.
My hands quickly reached for her hips, working to reposition my knot to enter her. I’d never done this before, but I’d heard it wasn’t always easy to enter an omega.
Much to my surprise though, my knot slipped right in.
The intensity of my break was insane; my head dropped to her shoulder as I closed my eyes, trying my absolute best not to cry out in bliss.
Ivy’s hand was covering her mouth as the sweetest moans left her.
My arms wrapped around her, holding her in place against me, enjoying that ripple of pleasure I felt coursing through her body.
Her scent had exploded in the room, like a drug forcing my worship to her.