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"Oh, good," Pearl gushes, "I'll call the omegas and give them the good news."
We hang up with Pearl, and I sigh leaning back on the couch. "Scent-matched omegas? I didn't even know that was a thing."
"It is," Kieran says thoughtfully, reclining next to me. "You remember my sister, Hannah? And her best friend Cady?"
I nod, remembering how they had invited us over to a barbecue a few months ago and I was shocked to be face to face with the Starbrook City Meteors' star forward, Charlie Williams. CharlieBeckham,I mentally correct myself, remembering Hannah's pack had taken her last name. I was almost just as shocked to see the billionaire CEO of NeoTek industries, Matteo De Lucca there.
"Okay, so remember Archie? The beta of Cady's pack?" I do. He looked just like every teen heartthrob in my sisters' omega-bopmagazine that I definitely would not steal. When I had spotted the twin bite marks on either side of his neck, one from his alpha, Matteo, and one from their omega, Cady, it was the first time I realized an omega could bond a beta.
It's kind of what started my whole obsession.
"How could I not?" I drawl, "The man had dimples deep enough to jump into."
Kieran only rolls his eyes. "Yeah, well,hisparents are a scent-matched omega pair."
That has me sitting up. "You're shitting me. Huh. I wonder…" My thinking is cut off by the front door opening, and I watch with distaste as Brody haphazardly kicks his shoes off next to the door, one landing upside down on top of my perfectly-lined up pair.
His tie is loosened, his hair sticking up in an odd direction like he's run his hand through it one too many times, and his shirt is wrinkled. It's not a good look.
His brow furrows when he sees Kieran and I sitting on the couch together. "What happened?" he asks suspiciously, dropping his computer bag on the couch adjacent to ours and flopping down.
"We got a call from a heat clinic." Kieran grins, and Brody's face lights up.
I hold out my hand. "But, it's not quite what it seems."
Brody's expression quickly falls. "What do you mean?"
"Apparently, we'll be on call. It's a scent-matched omega pair, and they're determined to ride it out themselves unless it becomes a danger to the female omega. If wearecalled, the male omega calls the shots." I can hear the bitterness lacing my voice, and I'm nottryingto be an asshole, but the whole point of us doing the heat-helper thing was to suss out potential omegas. If the omega we're seeing already has a mate…well then we know before even going in she isn't going to want to court us.
Brody observes me carefully. "Why do you seem so put out by the second half of that statement? Either way, it wouldn't beuscalling the shots."
I frown. Huh. I guess I am being kind of a dick. "You're right, I'm being an asshole. I guess it's just not what I was expecting."
Brody sighs, running a hand through his hair for what looks like the fiftieth time today. "Listen, if you're going to be…aggressive about this, I don't think we should do it."
Guilt niggles in my chest. Okay, yeah, I can see where he's coming from. "I'll be good—Iamgood. I'm just getting frustrated and antsy with this whole nobody-calling-us-and-when-they-do-it's-still-just-a-maybe thing."
"Good." Brody nods. "I'm cool with doing it. They might not be interested in having a pack since they have each other, but this is a good way for us to gain experience since I'm sure I'm the only one of us to have ever eased an omega through their heat."
I keep forgetting that he had a pack and an omega he was courting less than a year ago. He has a point, and I can't help the nod of agreement that leaves me. Brody is right—as he usually is.
Chapter 14
Miles
It's not the first time I've woken up to my mates' mouth on my dick, but it is the hottest.
Literally.
A gasp leaves me as I sit straight up, Bethany grinning at me with her lips wrapped around my throbbing cock. And her mouth is burning, almost painfully. It's only been three days since we visited the heat clinic to get everything set up, and I really thought we had more time than this.
"Shit, Bethany, is this a spike?" I ask as I pull my phone off the nightstand, checking the time. It's five in the morning.
"Mmmm," she moans around me, wiggling a little. It's then I notice that she's shed all of her clothes, probably because the fabric felt like too much.
"Well, come here then," I tell her, laying back down as she rotates so that her pussy is hovering over my face, her mouth never once leaving my cock. My hands grip the soft curves of her ass as I bring her straight down on top of me, licking a stripe from her clit to her ass.
The flavor of her raspberry-hibiscus slick explodes on my tongue, and I groan into her folds, sucking her clit in my mouth and scraping it gently with my teeth.
