He cleared his throat and looked away, and I flipped him off under the safety of the water. I’d never put effort into learning how to sign; I didn’t have to, but a middle finger seemed to be universally understood.
Serena either didn’t notice my bit of rebellion or didn’t care; either way, she leaned in and I nuzzled against her, desperate to smell her once more.
“We’re going to help you through your heat, is that okay?” She purred in my ear.
I nodded far too fast, causing the water around me to slosh. I wanted her so bad, I could feel it in my bones.
I wanted her to bite me, to mark me like she had Skye and keep me beside her forever. I’d been a good little omega for the wrong alpha for years; imagine how good I could be for the right one. Sure, my uterus was shit, but Skye made the heir, I could cook, clean, and be on her beck and call. I wanted to have sex with her, and even if a time came when I didn’t, I knew how to fake it.
“But, it’s going to take both of us, okay?” Serena continued, and my elation nearly turned into sorrow, but then I realized she was right.
Serena was an Alpha, but she was a girl. Sex toys existed, but artificial knots were rarely as good as the real thing. I’d even been skeptical about the one at the clinic, but seeing as it kept Logan from sleeping with me, I accepted that it would work.
But, if I had to choose between Silicone sating the need but not scratching the itch, or a real, thick, meaty alpha knot, even one attached toVinny, I’d choose the real deal.
Plus, if I dealt with him, I’d get to be with Serena, and I was so eager to please my new alpha.
Swallowing hard, I grabbed the loofah Skye so tenderly washed me with and lathered it up before beckoning Serena closer.
She extended her arm, and I pushed her sleeve up. My stomach fluttered as I noticed the tattoos covering her arms. I was practically salivating over this woman, but now wasn’t the time. I had to be patient.
Grabbing the loofa, I spread a thick layer of white suds on Serena’s arm before writingPlease, fuck mein the foam.
Serena’s green eyes lit up as she smirked, and I licked my lips and whistled just to get Vinny’s attention. Tonight, we would have sex because I allowed it, and I would use him as Logan used me for the last two years.
My new alpha was nowhere near as gracious as I thought she was. If she’d been as kind and merciful as I assumed, she’d have fucked me on the bathroom sink. Butno, we had to eat dinner first. Not like I could eat with my skin on fire.
But, she dressed me in one of her shirts and allowed me to sit on her lap while the rest of the pack enjoyed the spaghetti Benji so lovingly prepared. Someone muttered an apology, something about Skye craving it, and Skye explained he used the tags in my dress and sweater to order me a few more outfits but they wouldn’t be here for a few days. I didn’t give a single fuck aboutanyof it.
For years, I’d learned to fight against my biology and suppress all embarrassing urges during my heat. It was not becoming to have Mrs. Stellar panting like a bitch in front of strangers, grinding down on her new alpha’s thigh like some desperate low-brow omega. Not like I ever wanted to grind on Logan, or have myself covered in his scent.
But, Gods help me, if Serena didn’t mark me tonight, I’d die.
I rolled my hips against hers, doing everything in my power to make it through dinner. It was humiliating, and I’d soaked her thigh with my slick. She had to feel it. She had to.
But she wasn’t making me apologize or locking me in the den; she just rubbed my back with her free hand and purred behind me.
The sound was a low rumble, almost like a motorcycle, and it made my body feel warm, not like the heat, but like a fuzzy blanket fresh out of the dryer. And it was relaxing, and it made me a little sleepy, but I was so horny I could barely breathe.
“Little Omega.” Her breath warmed my ear, and I whimpered. “Are you sure you don’t want to eat?”
Ten days. That’s how long it’d been since I had a meal. From the second the nurse at the clinic injected me with the heat serum, I’d been too hot to even think about eating. If I’d been in a regular heat, I would have been a mindless husk of myself, but the medication First Heat used wouldn’t allow me that comfort.
I shook my head and rocked against her harder.
I could eat after, maybe then I wouldn’t be so nauseous.
Serena sighed before tracing patterns on my shoulder blades.
“Vinny,” she said. “You ready?”
A pause. Then the soft scrape of a chair being pushed back.
“Yeah,” he replied, his voice far rougher than I expected. “Let’s get her comfortable.”
Chapter 4
Violet