“It’s her,” Jake says reverently. “The omega from the ramp.”
The three of us stand there like complete imbeciles for three more seconds before we burst into motion, tripping over each other in our haste to get to the back door. Mav and I reach it at the same time, shoulders ramming each other until we’re nearly stuck in the jamb. With a growl and a push, we stumble out onto the small walkway that runs along the side of the house.
Our antics must make a commotion because when I find my footing and look up, the pretty omega is standing there staring at us with her hip cocked and her arms crossed over her chest. The position just pushes up her plump breasts even more, which is not helping my horny situation. She raises an eyebrow at our frozen forms as if to say,what took you so long. I come to my senses and walk toward her, my packmates in tow. When we get close enough, her Bomb Pop scent washes over me, and I can tell when it hits Mav and Jake because they suck in a harsh breath and nearly stumble again. I don’t halt my progression until I’m mere steps from the omega of my dreams, not wanting to overwhelm her but needing to be close.
“Hi firecracker, I’m Deacon Ellis.” Okay, it isn’t the cleverest of openings, but most of my brain power is going to my dick right about now.
“Zoe Byrne,” she says, holding out a hand as if to shake mine. Instead, I take a chance, grasping her palm to pull her into my chest. She falls into me willingly, her perfume sweetening on thebreeze. “A little forward there, don’t you think city boy? Maybe you should introduce me to your friends first.”
“Don’t play coy with me, omega,” I growl. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you gave us that little show on the pier a few minutes ago.”
She flashes me a wicked grin, then crooks her finger at my packmates. They float over on her command, like the simps they are. “Names before the nasty, boys.”
My cock kicks. Talk about bold. Maverick and Jake both spit out their names at the same time. It’s kinda cute how taken they are with her. Then again, I’d love to get on my knees right here and worship at the altar of her pussy, so who am I to judge?
“Well, Maverick and Jake, are you gonna let your lead alphahole hog my attention? Or are we all gonna head inside to my nest so I can blow your minds?”
Jesus fucking Christ, this woman’s gonna kill us. And what a way to go.
8
Look, I’m no virgin, but the mouth on Zoe makes me feel like a nun. I knew she was a take-charge kinda woman from the little interaction we had at the dock, but it seems like that’s just her default. Not that I’m complaining.
Jake, Dee and I trot after the fiery omega like loyal puppies, following her through the sliding glass door into her house. I know nothing about Zoe except that she’s mine. She could be a serial killer leading us all to her torture basement right now, and I wouldn’t even care. Carve your name into my skin, baby.
“What?” Zoe asks, turning to give me an odd look. Oh holy shit, did I say that out loud?
“Uhhh, I said… Thanks for inviting us in, uh, b-baby.” Boom, nailed it.
“Nice save, you creep,” Deacon mutters under his breath, but the omega has already moved on. She leads us up a flight of stairs to a closed door, then pauses to face us.
“Okay, listen,” she says firmly. “I could pretend like I never do this, but I like sex just as much as the next girl. However, it’s been a long-ass time since I’ve had sex outside of a heat, and I’ve always gone to a clinic to have the alphas there service me.”
Three growls rend the air at her mention of other alphas fucking her. She holds up a manicured hand. “Down, boys. They aren’t a threat. I think we can all agree that we’re scent matched, yeah?”
We all bob our heads in agreement, waiting on bated breath for her next words. “Great, so I’m gonna trust that means the universe or whoever made you just for me and you aren’t horrible men. You didn’t balk at me taking charge at the ramp, so that’s a good sign. Yes, I know the bar is incredibly low.” She sighs deeply. “Regardless, it seems like your pheromones have triggered my heat early so here’s the deal. I have an IUD, not looking for babies anytime soon. What I say, goes. No barking me into submission unless you want a feral omega to cut your knot off while you sleep. We use the stoplight system to communicate limits—red for hard stop, yellow for slow down, green for plow on ahead.” Zoe ticks off each point on a slender finger. “I give you permission to bond me if you get the urge, because gods know I’m never gonna want anyone else now that I’ve smelled you three. But if you don’t sink your teeth into me this go round, I won’t be offended. Got it?”
“Fuck me, omega. You’re godsdamn perfect,” Deacon rasps. “Yes, got it. Love it. We’re here to serve.”
Zoe smirks. “Speaking of, whoever lets me fuck them gets bonus points.”
Jake’s hand shoots up like he’s in the front row of a classroom and he knows the answer. “I volunteer as tribute!”
Zoe walks over to him, trailing a finger down his torso until she’s gripping his straining erection through his sweats. “Good boy,” she purrs, before leading him through the doorway by his cock.
I’m so screwed. Or, at least he’s about to be.
9
Ireally thought we’d have to work up to the whole pegging idea, but apparently the scent match soulmate thing is no joke. It was a test to see how they handled a challenge, and they passed with flying colors. I had a feeling they’d be open to some different play, given I saw two of them swallowing down their pack leader’s cock like it was their favorite treat last night. A shudder racks my spine as I recall the show they put on, fresh slick soaking into my bikini bottoms and spreading along my thighs.
Is giving them permission to bite me when I just learned their last names impulsive? Yeah. But I’ve never been patient and when you know, you know.
Their arousal permeates my nest. Tangy citrus tempered with sweet agave melts like honey over my tongue when Deacon crashes his mouth against mine. He’s not gentle or tentative, he’s taking what he wants, how he wants it.
Maverick cuts in, his scent brighter, more crisp. Some kind of melon but with…what is that? “What’s your scent?” I blurt out unceremoniously.
The alpha growls, his hand gripping the back of my neck possessively as he trails his nose along my throat. “Does it matter? You smell like fucking candy, baby girl.”
