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She licks her lips, fanning herself again. “This is all very nice, very romantic. But I’m afraid I might be getting ill,” she gasps. “I… don’t feel like myself.”
Since we’re in our own little VIP room, I’m not even worried about anyone seeing anything that might happen here. I am worried about the scents that she’s throwing off right now though, because if she actually goes into full heat here? This place will turn into a riot.
“Tell us yes,” James demands. “Come back home, be with us. Be our omega by choice.”
A sexy sigh escapes from Calai’s mouth, illustrating her rapidly escalating need. I can smell the slick that accompanies it, surely coating her thighs. And I am ravenous.
She squeezes her knees together, but I know she’s not trying to close herself off from us. She’s trying to dull the ache that must be throbbing inside of her right now.
With a lunge, I spin her chair around again so she’s back to the table. I stay on my knees though, using the tablecloth to hide under while I clean her up with my mouth. The syrupy sweet taste of her coats my entire tongue, nearly drowning me in overindulgence. Tasting her on any given day and tasting her now when I think she's about to go into heat, is like the difference between a one-bedroom apartment, and a mansion. I would glue her to my face if she let me, with very little negotiating. But right now, when she’s like this? It’s almost like being high. Every sense is elevated as I lick her, my alpha beast roaring inside my chest like a brand. She's creating all this forus.
She’s sensitive. About 30 seconds into my feast, I hear her banging her head onto table to muffle a scream.
But the slick just keeps coming, and I know we have to get her out of here. I’m able to register somebody in the background asking our server to box up our food so we can take it with us. Another person is getting the car ready, and plans are being made all around us. But my only focus is on this needy omega in front of me.
I'm trying to ease her as much as I can, trying to stay ahead of any pain she might feel if she isn't satisfied. But that's really only half the reason I'm buried between her legs. It's also cozy and the perfect size for my head.
Seeing if this is her first heat, it could be bad. I don't want to make her clit become over-sensitive this early into it, because I read that could be painful for women, especially omegas when they need what amounts to marathon sex. Instead, I use some fingers to reach all the good places inside her, giving her a little bit of the pressure I know her body is going to crave soon if this heat continues to ramp up.
The feet attached to the other guys in my pack disappear as they go off to carry out their tasks.
Which is when everything goes south.
The chair that Callie sits in abruptly gets yanked back, pulling her away from me. I lunge for her, right as the chair that she was sitting in gets pushed back in forcefully. It smashes into my face, dazing me momentarily. But that’s all it takes.
By the time I’m able to throw the chair out of the way and emerge from under the table with blood dripping down my face, I catch Calai being whisked away around the corner. Disappearing from my sight. It’s easy to follow her, with her scent lingering so strongly in the air. Though it does throw me off seeing August hunched over on the ground, apparently unconscious.
A few feet farther down the hall, I find the already injured James in a similar position. Kit emerges from the kitchen with a big paper bag, but once he takes in the look on my face, our dinner that was so carefully packed up gets dropped and splattered all over the floor.
I point in the direction Calai went, and then we we’re off towards the outside exit that’s marked for emergencies only.
The alarm has been disabled, and somebody is getting really fucking fired, and maybe a little bit dead, for letting this happen.
I’m sure that Calai’s head is a scrambled mess right now. When an omega is going into heat, they're in their most vulnerable state. This is why they need packs, to protect them. Because when these hormones hit them, it wipes out all their cognitive abilities, rendering them unable to do anything other than be sated. She needs to be knotted soon, or she’s going to be writhing in pain. And I know my equipment is more than up for the job, if only I can get it to her and get whichever dead man that is interfering out of the way first.
An older looking Cadillac is idling in the alleyway. There’s a door thrown open haphazardly, and just to make this a perfect crime scene, rain starts to fall from the sky. Lightning that wasn’t even in the forecast strikes the night sky, illuminating the figures that dare to touch my girl.
It’s got to be that bitch from the compound that took her the first time, when she was just a child. I’ve imagined so many times how scared that little girl must have been, to be ripped from her brother’s side. To be taken from her family, with no explanation why. To be brainwashed into thinking that her new home was a paradise.
Rage takes over, a level of which is only possible to a bonded alpha. I know Kit is feeling the same as I am as he throws himself at the front of the car, punching through the windshield with his big meaty fists, to do whatever he can to prevent this car from getting away. The man working with this evil woman has a gun now. He’s pointing it at us, but his hands shake.
We’re going to have to make a calculated risk if we want to get her away. I knew we should have carried tonight.
The next flash of lightning shows Calai’s face frozen in terror. She’s looking at this woman she knows as the Great Mother, a figure whom she used to think loved her in some sick twisted way.
It’s almost like she’s in a trance as she hauled closer to her adoptive guardian. As if being around her again has reset Calai to factory settings. She’s frozen, unable to do anything other than obey.
I can’t hear what venom she’s spewing at my girl, but it can’t be anything good. The closer I get to Calai though, the surer her captor is that he's going to shoot me. But honestly, that’s a pretty fair trade off. I’d take a bullet easy if it meant getting her away from these people.
My dilemma, is that if I do grab for her, and he shoots me, how do I protect her then? I don’t have the other guys out here right now to get my back.
“Get your fucking hands off my mate right this second,” I growl.
The rain and the fear are washing away some of Calai's scent, leaving behind a bitter scent for the beta who knows his life is flashing before his eyes.
“I don’t know what your boss told you about this woman,” I tell the dead man, “Or what she paid you, but you’re fighting for the wrong team.”
“We took out those other guys easy enough,” he tells me. But his voice is far from steady. His hand shakes more. And with the rain pounding down on him, I can only hope that his grip is slackening on the gun. We are in a standoff now. Calai is half-in, half-out of the car, so if the deranged woman in the driver's seat tries to take off now, her precious cargo will likely just tumble out. Which makes her whole mission a failure. Plus, there’s the matter of the enraged alpha beast on her hood.
