Page 30 of Going Down Smooth: Part Two

“As you can see, we are running out of time. He’s begging and pleading for her; at the moment, she’s resisting her urges to take care of him. This true mate business, honestly, is unprecedented territory for us.” Avion rubs the back of his neck as Knight snaps to attention. I don’t think any of us knows the full extent of what it means to have a male Omega, they are so rare. A true mate, though, is a complete mystery to us. Omari’s scent is strong, even with mated packs downstairs. . .he’s bound to draw attention.

“My office is up through that door.” Knight points to the ‘do not enter’ sign over a side door hidden by a silver velour curtain. “Here’s the key, I think it’s best we stay out of your way,” he says handing his keys over to Avion.

Freeya moans again and Mercy whimpers, her head falling back on Lox’s shoulder. Are Omari’s pheromones affecting her hormonally? I can’t help but wonder as I watch my girl squirm in Lox’s arms. This is a learning curve for all of us. “There’s an emergency exit that leads to a fire escape. It will take you to the back parking lot,” Knight says as Vic turns and rushes back to where the couches are.

“Gracias, Knight. Mercy, you were amazing tonight by the way,” Vic says before he turns and springs into action. The only thing I see from behind Lox’s back is Vic practically dragging Omari through the door to Knight’s office, followed by Avion who has to scoop Freeya up in his arms. They rush out, and the last thing I hear before the door slams shut is Omari yelling for his Petal.

Knight goes to lift the rope, but Mercy reaches out her hands to stop him. “His scent is too strong. I can’t go anywhere near it. Take me home.” She pants.

“Mouse, are you—”

“Please.” Mercy whimpers. “I’m okay. I just. . .fuck, rip the dress off, just get me home,” she pleads, and it’s our turn to scramble.

“Your scent hasn’t changed, baby,” Nate says slightly confused by her reaction as he turns and hops down the steps two at a time. We follow hot on his heels as Lox scoops Mercy up in his arms bridal style.

“Not my heat. . .knot,” she says breathlessly. “I need a knot, now!” she all but barks the command and my dick goes rock hard.

“Shit, mouse,” Lox groans and I guess he’s had the same reaction.

If our Omega needs a knot, then she has four ready, willing, eager, and able.

SEVENTEEN

MERCY

I’m not in heat. I’m not in heat. . .I’d better not be going into heat, or Omari and I are going to have fucking words. I say the chant in my head over and over again as I’m handed over to Trey in the back seat of the SUV. Nate jumps in beside me and slams the door as Lox takes the driver’s seat. Knight is having a hurried conversation with Dane and my nerves are fraying as my impatience grows. What the fuck is wrong with me?I’ve never been in close proximity to another Omega, especially a male going into heat before. But his smell, God, I felt like I needed to bite my pack and guard them against him. It’s the first time I have had the desire to do so. Is that what this is? Do I need to claim what’s mine?

“Knot,” I whimper as I claw at Trey’s clothes. I rip the buttons of his black button-down shirt and he gasps in surprise.

“Songbird, who is ripping off whose clothes now? Breathe baby.” He runs his hand down my heated skin, and I suddenly feel crazed, unhinged. Is that the word? Hell, I don’t know.

“Do we know what’s happening here?” Nate asks, looking at me like I’ve grown two heads. I straddle Trey’s hips, my long skirt covering his lap, but my split gives me access to move freely.

“No, but if you don’t give me your mouth right now, I’m going to scream,” I say as I reach for him. Nate scoots closer and attacks my mouth. Good boy.With my hands free, I find Trey’s belt and begin to unbuckle it to free his cock. I rock back and forth, feeling it twitch beneath me and I moan in satisfaction into Nate’s mouth.

“Baby. . .Mercy. . .” Knight says my name in warning, but I break my kiss and growl at him from the backseat.

“If I want to fuck in the back seat, then that’s what I’m going to do, Knight!” I snap, my neck turning around like I’m possessed. Maybe I am. All I need is to spray everyone with pea soup and we’d have the makings of a horror film.

“Mouse,” Lox calls my name, his voice soothing and calm, but I’m having none of it. I need to fuck, to be knotted, and bite. It doesn’t matter in what order. Yep, I have officially lost my mind.

“Mouse, tell us what you are feeling? Like Nate said, your scent hasn’t really changed,” Lox tries again, and I growl in response, deep and guttural.

“Use your words, songbird,” Trey says as he finally decides to assist me, lifting his hips so I can yank his slacks down. His cock springs free and I sigh in relief before finally answering Lox’s question.

“Territorial. I felt the need to hide you all away from him. Omari’s scent put me on edge, triggering this deep enrooted need to mark and claim you as mine,” I say as I rip my own thong off, making a note to myself that I no longer need panties around my men.

I grab Trey’s cock and run my hands up and down his shaft, catching his precum as his head hits the back of the seat. “I feel the need to claim you,” I say as I rise up on my knees and lower myself back down, my pussy swallowing him up as my ass hits his thighs.

“Well, fuck me, this shit is. . . I have no words, songbird.” Trey groans, his eyes closing blissfully. I smile slowly, beaming with pride. Nothing feels sexier than bringing a man to his knees. . . My pussy is powerful. Their kryptonite.

“Merce, do you know how hot you look right now? All beautiful, primal, and sexy.” Nate pulls the top of my dress down, exposing my breasts, my nipples pebbling, even with the heater warming the car.

I rock my hips, making Trey hiss as Nate lowers his head to my breast to pull my nipple into his mouth. The sound of their moans and groans only turns me on further. As I roll my hips, pushing Trey deeper, my eyes never leave his as I take what I need. I need him.

“You feel so good, Trey. Do you know how much I love you?” I ask softly, suddenly feeling more relaxed now that I have one of them inside me. I don’t give him a chance to reply as I lean forward, sandwiching Nate’s head between my breast and Trey’s chest before my mouth finds his.

“I need to breathe, but death by breast? What a way to go.” Nate’s muffled voice vibrates my nipple, but he soon gives up his ministrations as he comes up for air.

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