Page 11 of Going Down Smooth: Part Two

SEVEN

FREEYA

“Ican’t. . .I can’t take— Oh God!” I moan, my head falls back against the office chair as Omari punishes my clit between his teeth for the fourth time today. I mean, I shouldn’t complain, right? A woman can’t die from orgasms, can she? Googling it as soon as I can think straight again.

Omari slurps my arousal, as if it’s the last dregs of his favorite milkshake, humming appreciatively as he damn near works me out of this chair. “Please. . . Please, Omari. I have a conference call in less than ten minutes. I can’t—” I pant as my eyes roll into the back of my head like a woman possessed. “Need to do my job. Mercy. . . Oh, God. . . This is important.” My words fall on deaf ears as he lifts my legs, hitching them over his shoulders and pulls the chair closer to his face. Note to self, wear pants around these men from now on.I look down to where he’s hiding underneath the desk in Avion’s office, lips glistening, pupils blown wide with just a sliver of his jade-green eyes on display. He offers me a quick kiss to the inside of my thigh and smiles playfully at me.

“Well, I guess you better cum soon, Petal, because I’m not going to stop until you do. Do you think you can keep a straight face as I lick this plump pussy of yours? I’m tempted to experiment.” He winks and falls headfirst into my pussy once more.

This Omega and his filthy mouth are going to be the death of me. It’s been like this with them since the night they all claimed me as theirs. Their insatiable need to be with me and me with them. I didn’t know I could feel such a strong connection with anyone, but Avion, Vic, Omari, and Dez are like something I never thought was possible. Almost too good to be true.

Is this how Mercy feels? There is so much I don’t know about these men. In reality, maybe that’s why I’m so afraid to tell my bestie. She’s going to think I’ve been lobotomized and had my brain rewired. There’s a part of me that’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. For the ugly truth of this newly found pack bond to show me its true colors or their true intentions. Out of all the people in that club the other night, Omari found me, he wanted me, and so did his Alphas.

I feel like I’m floating on cloud nine. I know it’s serious cliché material, but what goes up also comes crashing back down to earth at warp speed. Gravity is a bitch and I’m falling fast without a safe, soft place to land.

In the cold hard light of day, I jumped into this with both feet with my crazy ass baggage in tow, literally. I want, no, need to feel something, to carve out a little piece of this world that’s only for me. My truth, ultimately, is that I no longer want to be alone, and now I have a pack. A very attentive, sexually generous pack.

“Fuck!” I scream as he pushes two fingers inside me, twisting them upward and tapping on my G-spot like he’s communicating through morse code. Holy moly, I read you loud and clear. I’m wound so tight I know I have maybe a minute before I detonate all over his face. Omari wraps his lips around my clit and sucks so hard I cry out from both the pain and pleasure. My release is almost blinding as I buck up out of the seat while he licks and sucks me clean.

He groans in pleasure with his nose brushing gently over my sensitive flesh. “You taste so sweet, Petal. I can’t get enough of you. Absolute perfection, Free,” Omari says, planting delicate kisses on my skin, lapping at his mate mark as I try to catch my breath enough to gather myself for the upcoming conversation. I don’t think we have time for round five, but with each stroke of his tongue over his mate mark, a pulse of need goes straight to my core. Hell, I don’t think I’ll survive.

“Omari, I know you all feel I need a distraction from everything that’s going on, but that doesn’t mean I need my pussy assaulted every hour on the hour,” I say with a plea in my voice. I don’t want to appear ungrateful for their attention, but damn. “I won’t have any skin left down there if you keep licking me like I’m a tootsie roll pop.” I chuckle as he pulls my dress down, sans panties because they are shreds which are tucked into the pocket of his jeans. This is my life now and I am ninety-eight percent okay with it. They were nice panties though.

“Fine, Freeya.” He pouts as he crawls from under the desk and stands at his full height. How he managed to get his tall, lean body underneath there is seriously circus-trick worthy. Standing before me, his dick hard and straining against the zipper of his jeans, my mouth waters as his warm sugar scent floods my senses. Omari places his arms on either side of the chair and leans in to lick the seam of my lips. I open them eagerly as I taste myself on his tongue, moaning in satisfaction. Omari kisses me breathlessly before he pulls away, our faces mere inches apart.

“Do you taste what I taste, petal? Pure ecstasy on my tongue, that’s all you.” Kiss. “I’m feeling clingy, and this is new.” Kiss. He sighs. “My hormones are all over the place and I can’t control myself at the moment.” Kiss. He leans in, forehead pressed to mine. “You are making me ravenous, Free.” He kisses me once, languidly drinking from my lips before he steps back and walks hesitantly away from me. His hands flex in and out at his sides, shaking them almost anxiously, as if he’s using all his willpower to put distance between us. It’s kind of cute and scary at the same time. I’ve never been on the receiving end of this kind of attraction, but I feel the same magnetic pull toward him as well.

“I don’t know how much you know about male Omegas.” He pauses, and I realize he is waiting for me to respond.

“Not a lot really. Male Omegas are extremely rare.” I shrug. “Mercy used heat suppressants, so she never went into heat until recently, so I have little information to go on. I know there are a lot of hormonal and pheromonal shifts though. This is all new territory for me. All of it. You, Avion, Vic, and Dez, this dynamic is all new,” I fumble my words in reply, wringing my hands in my lap, wishing I had something more knowledgeable to say but I come up short. Omari is the first male Omega I’ve ever met, talk about red diamond type rare. So, I’m clueless. “Are you saying, you’re going into heat?” I ask, eyes widening as his words and actions all begin to make sense.

He paces slowly in front of the desk, his brows creased, lost in thought. But I wait patiently for him to reply as my eyes dart to my phone noting the time. I’ve been holed up in Avion’s office for the past six days, it’s become my crisis control command center. The events of last Sunday still feel too surreal to wrap my head around. I almost lost my best friend and I’ve been beating myself up about not being there since I got the call from Nate. I know I’m being irrational, but I can’t help but think if I had picked up my phone earlier. . . Wondering ‘what if’ won’t get me anywhere, so I’ve been holding down the fort for Mercy when all I want to do is run to my bestie and see her in the flesh.

Unfortunately, for whatever reason, Knight thought it was best that we were kept apart for the time being. My safety being a priority because I was Mercy’s second in command. She was discharged two days ago but I’ve been told that until she can actually speak to me, there’s no point in coming to their house. Well, if they think they can keep me away from her any longer, they have another thing coming. Alphas or not, I’m ready to beat a door down to get to her.

“Yes, well, no, I still have a few months to go, but I think the change in me is because of you,” Omari says finally, bringing me back to the present. I watch him sucking contemplatively on his bottom lip, making me wish I could soothe away whatever it is that’s making him feel edgy. I can smell the sharp shift in his scent and instinctively I go into Beta mode. I want to comfort him and fix it.

“Omari—”

“It’s different, though. At the moment, all I want is you. Your taste, your scent, just you.” My eyes widen at this news and Omari takes one look at my reaction and groans in frustration. Poor baby, he looks so vulnerable as he attempts to make it make sense. “I don’t know how best to explain it, Free. All I know is I need you. Normally, Avion, Vic, and Dez are enough, they’ve always been enough. But you. . .you. . . I think you are my true mate. I don’t think, I know. I crave you. I think we are meant—” He blows out a long breath then stops pacing as my mouth falls open in shock. I don’t know what a true mate is, but Google and I need to have a serious talk. Omari raises his hands in a placating gesture, as though if he says any more, I might balk from the ridiculousness of it all. I mean, I’m not freaked out, I just need clarity.

I stand and move slowly around the desk and lean my hip against it, keeping the space between us. I guess it’s time to let my insecurities fly.“Omari, I’m just a Beta. Insignificant—”

“Don’t do that.” He stops me and closes the distance between us. “You are far from insignificant, and whoever planted those seeds in your head doesn’t deserve to walk in your presence. Freeya, I know all of this is sudden. As a pack, I thought we were complete. We never actively sought to add anyone else to our dynamic. But you. . .you are more, Petal. So much more.” He takes my hands in his and lifts them to his lips, kissing them softly. My brain is going a mile a minute because I can’t process what’s happening right now. I have nothing to compare this exchange to and I am left with a mouth full of questions that I am not sure I have time to get the answers to. For now, at least. I’m about to open my mouth to speak when my phone rings on the desk. Duty calls.

Omari drops my hands and steps back. “Go be bossy, Free.” He smiles that panty melting smile, but it feels forced. “Come find us when you’re done with your call.”

“Okay.” My voice sounds small and pathetic to my ears, and I pause for just a moment before I rush to my phone. I watch him leave, the door closing with a finalizing click. I answer my phone and do what I do best. Work. It’s familiar and the one thing in my life I’ve always been able to control.

Right now, my life is spiraling off course and all I can do is hang on for the ride. I have to remind myself that I put myself here, and whatever happens next. . .well, that’s on me now, isn’t it.

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An hour and a half later, my mind is still reeling over Omari’s words. My bare feet carry me out of the office and into the rest of the massive high-rise apartment in the middle of downtown Frankfort. Floor to ceiling windows provide an unobstructed view of the city below. It’s absolutely breathtaking and one of my favorite things about this place. The ground floor is all open planned, modern, sleek with streamlined furniture of dark hardwood and leather in the living room space, and glass and stainless steel in the dining room and kitchen areas. The second floor consists of various bedrooms with handcrafted beds, and plush furniture to rival any five-star hotel with drool-worthy bathrooms.

It’s the type of place Mercy and I would salivate over as we pored through Architectural Digest on a Saturday morning with our coffees in hand and e-readers on our laps. Yep, that’s the kind of friends we are, the kind that dreamed and planned for our futures together because at the time, we only had each other. Now, things are different. Hell, one of Mercy’s Alphas is an architect; he could build her whatever she wants. And me, well, this is more than enough luxury.

I never got a chance to sleep in the temporary accommodation Mercy had planned for me days ago. My luggage is now unpacked in my own luscious room on the top floor with a view overlooking the city. Again, it all feels surreal. This can’t possibly be my life, not after everything I’ve been through. All the pain, abandonment, and twisted words, sharp and barbed, latch onto my mind as a constant reminder of what I’m not. I can almost see the sour expression on my mother’s face as she called me unworthy and unfit for even a fraction of the life I have now. My parents threw me out with nothing but my college education to look forward to and that was it. I made a life for myself and worked my way up on my own merits. I didn’t need my family’s name to help me climb the ladder because I’m sure my mother struck me from the family tree like she never gave birth to me.

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