Page 8 of Omega Inked

She hunches over slightly, her pretty brow furrowing, her hand clenching her lower belly. Phoenix hangs onto the table beside him as Mercer ignores all of us and looks out the window.

"Shit," he mutters. "ACB van just drove by. There's no time for this."

He heads toward the door and Phoenix reaches out to stop him. "What the hell, Mercer?" he asks. "You can't just dip out on us like this."

"Someone needs to go get suppressants," he mutters. "Liam, you need to stay here and take the boat to another port--or even out to sea, if only for the sake of getting her scent as dispersed as possible. And Phoenix, you're drenched in the scent of omega, you can't step foot in the city again until you've shaken it."

Phoenix clenches his jaw and Mercer puts his hands up. "I know, I know," he says. "But you don't have a choice, man. You can't go into the city. You can't be around that van. You can't bring any attention to the fact that there's an unmated omega around."

I watch as Phoenix struggles to calm himself, to keep his hands off Mercer as he stares at his friend. There's an unspoken message in that stare and I'm glad Mercer decides to take off before Phoenix loses all sense of control.

Because Olivia's scent is everywhere...and when a girl smells that good, alphas like us have a tendency to resort to violence.

Just as he opens the door, I hear Mercer's voice one last time. "I'll see what I can do, but it might take a few days. I'll meet you at the old yacht club on the south side, okay?"

"A few days will be too long," Phoenix mutters. "She'll be in heat by then."

Mercer scowls. "I trust you'll figure it out," he says.

Then he leaves us behind with a very,verycute problem.

"You okay, Olivia?" I ask, trying to focus my gaze on her face.

She shakes her head, her eyes cast down. "I'm a little hot," she says. "Is that normal?"

I can see her cheeks flush as she squeezes her eyes shut. And I swear to god, if I know what's good for me, I'm not going to be looking at her ass...but I can't help myself.

The scent is fucking delicious.

"Of course it is," I say, forcing myself to frown at her as she looks up at me with wide, innocent eyes. "Wait...have you never had a heat before?"

She jerks in surprise, her hand pressing against her belly again as her cheeks flush further. It's a sight straight out of a wet dream and I've got to resist the urge to sweep her into my arms.

She's so fucking exposed.

I should strip her naked and build her a nest, keep her coming and coming for days until she's knocked up and bitten all over.

That's what my instincts are screaming at me to do...and Phoenix doesn't seem much better off.

Not without her consent though. Herenthusiasticconsent.

We're all about making sure omegas get to choose.

"I've never..." Olivia trails off. "No, I've never been in heat before. I've spent my whole life avoiding alphas and taking suppressants...but I was saving up for the tattoo, and being around you two must have..."

She stops.

Gasps in a harsh breath as she doubles over.

"It won't stop," she breathes. "What's happening?"

I know exactly what's happening. Her perfume is enveloping us, and soon we'll be unable to stop ourselves. Neither will she; even if she doesn't consciously want us, she'll just be looking for the nearest dick to ride.

I don't know what the hell we're going to do.

"Get us underway," Phoenix wrenches out. "I need to get some air and I'll untie the boat."

He yanks the door open and leaves me alone with Olivia, who's taken a seat in the little booth by the door now. She hasn't exactly complained, but I can see she's uncomfortable.

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