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Vanilla.
Sweet.
And… Caramel?
Caramel apples?
Orion’s heat.
Fuck.
“Orion!” His name tears from my lungs while I tear up the steps, chasing the sweet scent that has my balls tightening and my heart chugging in my throat.
The pack moves at my back. One unit. Laser-focused on finding our omega.
I’ve never smelled his scent so sharp. It’s a fistful of knives, a promise that he’s already in pain, needing us. There’s a strange sweetness I don’t remember tasting before, but it’s been so goddamned long since his last heat.
I hit the top step and rush into the nest.
Orion lies curled on the padded floor, hugging a cushion. The room’s drenched in apple so thick I can’t hold back a grunt as I drop to my knees beside him.
The others thump down around us. I run my hands over his flushed skin, checking for injuries.
“Orion.” I cradle his head, and the glazed look in his eye is the last thing stopping me from tearing off his pants.
“Atlas,” he sighs, sinking into my touch. His eyes move slowly, landing on each member of the pack.
“Did they hurt you?” I rub the smudge of dirt on his cheek, vibrating with rage and lust and the burning need to do anything to right this wrong.
“Drugged.” He closes his eyes, leaning into me. “My heat. We need…”
“What do you need?” The word fires up my instincts. I’ll get him anything he wants, do anything he needs, anything to mellow out his scent and see his smile.
“Lilah…” he breathes. His voice sounds clearer, more determined by the second, but he’s hot to the touch and his pants are tented.
He needs to be knotted.
My cock’s already swelling, eager to ease his pain.
“Is she okay?” Hunter asks, rubbing Orion’s arm.
“Safe. Saved me. She—” A cramp wracks him before he can say anything else. With a whimper that has me growling, he squeezes the pillow so hard his wrist joints crack.
Fuck.
My cock strains against my zipper, and a low rumble rocks my chest. I have minutes, maybe seconds, before my rut rises. I find Jett, the only one who isn’t already stroking Orion. “Perimeter?”
“Clean up crew just arrived and teams surrounding the house. We’re safe.” Satisfied, he tosses his phone to a corner, crawling close enough to touch Orion’s ankle.
With the four of us all over him, Orion spasms against the pillow. “I need… I need…”
“I know what you need,” I rumble, kissing his forehead. “We’ll take care of you.”
“Lilah…” he spasms again, and my rumble’s more of a roar.
“Later. Let’s get you through this heat.” All I know is the girl is safe, probably huddling in her basement. Orion’s sweet, mind-numbing scent overrides everything else. It’s sweeter than I remember, with notes of caramel that have me iron fucking hard.
“Clothes,” I bark at my pack mates.
