Page 39 of Omega Rock

By eveningwe return to Aiden’s apartment. At this point, I wonder if it might be sound for us to invest in some actual beds to stay here, because it seems like we’re here and will keep being here a lot.

Aiden doesn’t appear to mind. He’s already had pizza and drinks delivered by the time we’ve all showered and changed out of swimwear.

It takes me the longest. I stare at Aiden’s blue-tiled shower wall and get lost in the feeling of them all around me. Of my alphas’ hands and lips soothing the flames across my body, stoking the fires of my heat until I came again and again.

I lift my hands and remember their seed spilled between my fingers. The way their bodies shook and they groaned low as they each came.

Heat flits across my skin as I soak in the reverie. I can almost still feel them on me now, hands everywhere inside and out. Their woody and fiery scents, cinnamon and chocolate. Like a safe campsite or log cabin in the woods just for us alone.

I want it so badly. That retreat with them, that isolated home just for us away from all this pressure and limelight. An urge to make it so, to fill the space with cozy blankets and dim candles and books—so many books—claws at my skin, trying to escape.

I press my palms against the blue tile as slick starts sliding between my thighs again. Water from the shower head spills down my hair and back, mingling with that slick, leftover sand, and washed off sunscreen. My legs shake, my breath grows as quick as my pulse.

Another flare heat. A massive all-consuming desire to betheirs, to nestforthem, to be with them always.

I just met these alphas. And there’s still so much professional bullshit in between everything. Butfuck. I think I may be falling down this rabbit hole head first. My inner omega is sure screaming for me to.

Free-fall, she screams.Into their arms. Into their ruts. Into their love.

Love is a strong word. It shouldn’t be slung around, even in the throes of an omega’s heat. But I can’t breathe without thinking it.

Can’t breathe right now as I crave their touches again. Even through steam and shower doors and the bathroom door, I can smell each and every alpha in Aiden’s living room.

I need this bond to be complete. I need their knots and their marks, or I wonder if I will simply never cease to be in heat.

There’s a knock on the door. Then a concerned question from Aiden. “Mia? Are you okay?”

I close my fists against the shower wall. I need to tell them all of this, and how fucking embarrassing is that? “Yeah. Out in a minute.”

I hurry through the rest of my shower the best I can with my body shaking and a fever burning its way through me again.

Having them touch me on the beach, having Noah fucking finger me in public—it was such a fucking rush. I would’ve never felt safe doing that with anyone but them. But even that was a lot for me. I’ve had knotted dildos for years. What would a real one feel like? And are they really willing to go that slow for a virgin eleven years younger than them?

I dry off and throw on a t-shirt and shorts, without bothering with underclothes. There was simply no point with how much slick was already building between my legs and what I was about to ask of my alphas.

My alphas.The thought alone sparks joy through my chest, like a wildfire of happiness and hope andrightness.

I trail out of the bathroom and head into the living room where the guys are trying very hard and failing to pretend like they’ve not noticed my heat flaring again. But their pupils are all dilated and they slightly lean my way as I pass them sitting at the island. Aiden’s pizza order has arrived but no one’s opened the box.

“Sorry about that,” I manage to get out without my words sounding shaky. Like I’m not a coiled-tight ball of feverish nerves.

Aiden’s eyes track my every movement. “Nothing to be sorry about at all.”

Leo sniffs the air but says nothing. I sit beside Noah and open the box of pizza. My fingers shake.

Noah’s eyebrows lift slightly. “Are we going to admit the obvious or continue to ignore it?”

I drop the pizza box lid and meet their gazes one at a time. “Yeah, I’m flaring again. It’s just so constant. I’ve never…” I look down. “It’s never been like this before.”

Noah hooks a finger under my chin. “It’s us, the whole pack.”

I nod slowly. “I, um…” God, this feels so awkward to say. Toask. But why should it? We just all got each other off on the damned beach in broad daylight—thankfully with no one else around! We’re in private now, at Aiden’s place, and these alphas… yeah, I’m starting to really trust them all. I feel safe with them.

Leo reaches across Noah’s space to place a hand on my arm. He does it gently, but the instant touch, the connection, sends a flare of arousal straight to my core. “Mia, anything you need. We’re here for you. To help you, to ease your heat.”

“We’re your friends, too, you know?” Noah asks. “Happy to just talk.”

“Talking isn’t what she needs,” Aiden says firmly.

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