"Not without risking us getting pulled over," Damien mutters. "Is your scent getting stronger?"
Fuck. If Damien can smell with his beta nose…well, then I suppose it's not the stress of what happened with Bethany, and it is my heat coming.
"It's just a spike," I brush him off. "They usually start happening about a week before my heat."
"Justa spike?" Damien looks over at me like I'm a bomb ready to detonate at any moment. "What the hell? Miles, why didn't you say anything?"
"I can handle them," I grit out, despite the fact that I'm now aching for a knot. In fact, I'm pretty sure it's worse now that I've experienced Kieran's cock up my ass. Now, I know what I'm missing.
I nearly jump out of my seat when Damien reaches over and puts the back of his hand against my forehead. "Holy shit, you're burning up." Then he palms my raging erection in my pants. "Damn, you're hard as a rock. Take that thing out."
"That thing?" I grumble, rubbing myself over the material. "I'm pretty sure road head only works when the receiver is the one driving."
Damien rolls his eyes at me. "We're almost home. Just take it out and let me touch you. I'll keep the pain at bay until we get there."
"Fine." I grit out, not quite sure why I'm so mad about getting a handy in the car on the way home. My hands fumble with my belt and zipper, and I arch my back, shimmying my pants down enough to let my cock spring free.
He looks at me with heat in his eyes briefly, before turning back to the road and reaching over with his free hand.
I hiss at the contact, as he starts working me, one hand on the steering wheel. "Fuck, Damien," I groan. "Your hand is almost as good as your mouth."
"Don't say that to me right now, blue," he clicks his tongue. "Because when we get home, you're going to need a knot, and I don't have one of those. Don't work me up if I won't get to play."
Shit. A knot. But Bethany didn't need a knot for her heat spikes, just an orgasm. Are male omegas different?
"I don't know if that's true," my hands grip the cushion of the seat while he continues stroking me, "about me needing a knot."
"I'd rather play it safe for now, love." Damien looks over at me briefly, his eyes darkening.
"That's so sweet," I tell him, my eyes snapping shut as we pull into the driveway of the farmhouse. "Maybe I'll suck your dick while Brody knots me."
Damien purrs, working me faster, "While you fuck bright eyes?" Was foursome on my bingo card for today? Nope, but there's no way in hell I'm complaining.
His hand moves away from me to put the car in park, and my eyes open to my swollen, red cock.
Before I've put myself away, the door to the farmhouse flings open, Bethany rushing out. I button my pants and get out of the car. "Your side of the bond is crazy, babe," she rushes to me, hands on my cheeks as she looks me over. "Are you going into heat now?"
"No, it's just a spike," I shake my head, taking her by the wrists. "Damien came up with a rather creative way to calm it though. Let's just say it'll require…all four of us."
By the time I'm in the nest, undressed and being handled by Bethany, I'm absolutely feral.
"I need…" I gasp, arching as her deft fingers stroke along my cock.
"I know, babe," Bethany murmurs, leaning in and kissing under my ear. "He's coming, okay?"
I nod, sharply inhaling when her other hand comes around to massage my tight hole. "Fuck, Bethanyyy."
Brody comes into the nest, completely naked and looking…nervous? Why does he look nervous?
"Brody?" I whimper, holding my arms out to him.
He's on top of me in a second. "I'm here, sprite," he presses a determined kiss to my lips. "I just…I've never…you're the only man I've ever been remotely attracted to."
"I'm aware," I give a pained grin, "care to prove it, hotshot?"
"As long as you know this means something to me, Miles. I'm not just here to be a knot for you. I'm here because…" his words trail off, his warm, brown eyes searching mine before the fingers disappear frommy ass and two hands grasp each of our dicks, making us both hiss.
Looks like Bethany is getting as impatient as I am.