First Street Heat (Beastverse #1)

3. Scott

3

Scott

M y lips press into a tight line as I look at the notification on my screen. We have eight alphas on call to help out in the heat clinic if an omega needs a more hands-on treatment.

There's nothing shameful in what we do at my clinic, but some don't like that we offer services that help omegas with their biological needs. Alphas and their rut clinics don't get nearly as much grief, but alphas are expected to be sexual beings. Omegas are as well, but some still have issues with them being sexual with alphas who aren't long term partners or matebonds.

Those same people who complain about my business don't care about the harmful health effects that can happen to omegas who either suppress their heats too often or are placed in medically induced comas to avoid knotting during heats. Their bodies crave and need to fulfill their purpose, and clinics like mine are a way for them to do it safely.

Usually, one of our eight more appropriate alphas takes over when an omega needs physical touch in his or her treatment. The notification on my screen alerts me that I've been assigned an omega that's coming in tomorrow morning.

We haven't fucked a pretty omega in so long.

Shut up.

Fenrir is more than happy that an omega has requested us. Of course, he is. Fucker only thinks with his cock and nothing else. He's the reason we aren't requested more often.

Only a small percentage of alphas have a beast—or second consciousness. They show up around the same time we present as alphas and annoy us for the rest of our lives. The beast is run on his carnal urges, which means he either wants to fight or fuck, constantly.

Omegas are more submissive to alphas in general, but the amount of submission a beast requires scares plenty of them. Especially when there are still rumors that go around of beasts biting any omega they can get their hands on.

No, can't bite. Save that for our mate.

I roll my eyes and return my attention to the notification, still bouncing up and down, waiting for me to click on it so I can read the details of the omega that's requested me. It's been there since around noon, but I forced myself not to look until we returned from getting lunch.

If she did what she was supposed to, she would've received an email containing a video of Fenrir in all his uncharming glory. It normally takes about thirty minutes for the omegas to call Joy, my secretary, and request a different alpha. As soon as they see a beast, their instincts either tell them to run or beg them to be with us. The latter are much less frequent.

When I returned from lunch, I received a pending documentation alert for new test results being sent for one of our patients. I tried not to get my hopes up because there was still a chance the omega hadn't watched the video yet and didn't know what she was asking for.

Is there a picture?

It's not even me who clicks the notification. Fenrir takes over for all of two seconds. Just long enough to click the notification and pull up the image of the omega.

My eyes get hazy as soon as she pops up on my screen. No, not all of my vision, just everything that isn't her.

Her dark hair's in a messy bun, very obviously not realizing that we keep pictures on file of our clients so others don't try to get weird with our alphas. Her eyebrows are raised in confusion, one of her pale blue eyes squinting slightly. Freckles adorn her face, and her wiry glasses are much too big on her. She was not ready for this part of the application, and I might think it's a funny picture if not for the buzzing underneath my skin.

Mine.

Ours.

Yes, better. Ours.

I spend a solid five minutes staring at the image on my screen, and I don't notice Joy step into my office.

"Dr. Carter," Joy clears her throat as she says it. "Are you okay? Dr. Carter?"

"Hm?" I flick my eyes over to her for a fraction of a second before they land back on the omega's picture on the computer screen.

"Sir." Joy's voice is tense.

I finally look at her to see what's wrong. Her face is flushed in embarrassment as she stares at me with a wrinkled nose. Fuck, I'm being an absolute asshole. I'd blame Fenrir, but I'm the one in control now, and I didn't realize I was filling the room with my pheromones.

"I'm so sorry, Joy, please." I motion for her to leave the office and follow her. I grab a can of odor neutralizer and spray it all over me in the hopes I don't smell like I'm about to go into a rut. I have a feeling I'm going to need to go home as soon as Joy finishes telling me whatever it is she needs to tell me.

"I'm so sorry," I say again when I walk out of the office. I close the door tightly. I'll open some windows later and let it air out. "I don't know what came over me. Here."

I hand her the can of odor neutralizer in case she wants to spray it around her desk or on her since I'm sure I coated her in my pheromones. Thankfully, Joy isn't interested in males, no matter their status. It's why I have her working for me. It also keeps Fenrir from trying to maul her whenever he wants to fuck something.

No, I have a new female I want to maul. Only one. Only her. We should see if there are more pictures. You should make them submit pictures where they're presenting. Email her. Tell her she has to, or we can't see her.

Shut up!

You want to see it too. Don't tell me you don't. She's going to have the sweetest-tasting pussy we've ever licked.

"Dr. Carter." Joy's irritated with me again. Fuck, I'm stinking up the entire place.

"Fen's a little out of control right now," I say through my clenched teeth as she sprays me down with more neutralizing spray.

Sure, blame me. You're the one trying to give off enough pheromones the omega smells us through the computer.

"I was going to tell you that you have an omega requesting you, and she's waiting on approval."

She needs to submit a picture of her presenting. Say it.

"She still needs to submit a pic—" I rub my temples, my face burning bright red.

"What does she need to submit?" Joy asks as she grabs a pen and paper off her desk to take notes. "She was very adamant that you're the alpha she wanted. Said she needs your, well, friend."

Fuck yeah, she does!

"Please don't say that right now." I rub my face some more.

"Scott, this girl sounded desperate." Joy using my first name means shit is serious. "Whatever you need, she'll get it to you."

I want her under me now. I love desperation, Scott. Tell Joy to have her brought in now. Fuck the heat. I'll fuck her anytime, anywhere. Oh, tell the little omega we need to record it. For science, of course. And then we can watch it over and over and over and over…

"Joy," I barely get the word out before I feel Fenrir fighting for control of my body. "I need to go home. I'll be here in the morning. I don't need anything else from the omega. We'll be there."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Joy asks as I stomp back to my office.

I need to open the windows and shut down my computer before I go home.

"No," I answer honestly. "Fenrir might come out for a bit. Don't let him be an ass to you."

If Joy gets me a picture of that sweet omega spreading her cunt for me, I'll never be an ass to her again.

"Got it." Joy frowns and furrows her brow. Her nose crinkles again, and she sprays the room with more neutralizer. "I'm going to work out of the office for a bit. I'm going to your sister's coffee shop."

"Smart." I rub my face again, trying to get myself under control. "Take the spray. You'll probably smell like me for a while. If you want to shower, I can ask my sister to let you use hers."

Joy takes a whiff of her shirt and scowls at me. "Please."

I pull out my phone and send a quick text to Sarah. She's going to be so pissed I doused my lesbian beta secretary in my pheromones. "I'm so sorry, Joy."

"Don't be." She grabs her purse from behind her desk and shoves her laptop into it. "Maybe don't watch porn at work if it's going to get you like this."

"I wish it was that," I laugh. Fenrir growls, and with how close he is to taking over means I growl too. "Sorry." I see the panic on Joy's face. "Get out of here. I'm obviously being an asshole today."

"Be nice to him, Fen." Joy gives me a pointed look that is most definitely for the beast inside me.

Fenrir growls again, not liking that Joy says he's the problem. He most definitely is because he keeps telling me to find out what the omega looks like when she spreads herself for us, what she'll feel like underneath us, how beautifully she'll cry out when she screams our name as an orgasm convulses her body.

Imagine how tight she's going to feel when we knot her.

Fenrir takes over as soon as he mentions knotting her. Base urges of fucking and fighting mean he's better able to take over. That also means I'm in the passenger seat until we calm down. Knowing what Fenrir's about to do, we won't be calm for a while.

We don't need calm, brother. We need that little omega.

We'll have her tomorrow. Do you really want to spoil all the fun before we get to her?

Fenrir stops moving toward the desk, thinks about what I said, and then walks to the chair to sit down. Our eyes are glued to the little omega, so obviously not prepared to have her picture taken. He leans close to the computer monitor and licks the image long and hard. I'm so glad Joy left the building because the glass door doesn't hide how pathetic we're being.

Fenrir scrolls to the bottom of the omega's application, hits the additional information box where we leave any instructions the omegas might need for their heat, and types out a quick message before accepting her request.

Fenrir, why?

Do you not want to walk in on her cunt weeping and bare for us?

He doesn't wait for my answer. He's clicking back into her profile and going through her information now that he's accepted her.

Lilah Kinsley, age twenty-six. Only a four-year age difference, that's not bad. He scrolls through some of her medical information, only pausing when he reaches the pregnancy prevention portion. We're cut. I knew I was going to get cut as soon as Fenrir spoke to me. Beasts are a burden, not that I don't love Fenrir in a weird he's part of me way, but I don't want to pass him on to any future kids. Our little Lilah currently has an IUD which means no babies for her any time soon either.

Perfect for you. I'll still try to impregnate her, though.

More scrolling until he gets to the emergency contact portion. He's trying to see if she has a mate already, but the only person listed is Maggy Lawrence. Relationship: friend.

No mate.

Our mate.

Good brother. Now you're thinking clearly.

No, I most definitely am not. Fenrir opens my phone and starts programming Lilah's number. If he tries to message her for naked pictures, I'll fight for control of my body. Maybe not hard, but I'll fight enough that I won't feel bad if he goes through with asking for them.

Fenrir seems to debate if I'm really about to let him do it when the phone starts buzzing with a call from my sister. Fenrir clicks accept immediately.

" What does the beta want? "

"Fuck off, Fenrir. Where's Scott?" Sarah knows not to ask for me when Fenrir's in charge, but still, she does it anyway. Probably because she knows it pisses him off.

She was thirteen when Fenrir first showed up, and he absolutely adored her. He still does, but he's like another brother to her, which means he enjoys annoying her just like Sam and I did when we were younger. The difference is Fenrir never tires of antagonizing her. She gives as good as she takes, though, so I don't interfere too much with their relationship.

" He's listening. We're a little distracted at the moment. "

"Can I talk to him?"

" No. "

"Why is his secretary coming into my coffee shop for betas smelling like an alpha just tried to force himself on her?"

Fenrir growls, and I growl. It's loud enough for our message to get through to the receiver. We don't force ourselves on anyone. For her to even suggest it means we've royally pissed her off.

We probably triggered one of the betas at her shop to have a panic attack. Plenty of alphas have abused their positions, and we just sent a beta in their safe place, reeking of us.

" We saw a pretty omega. "

"Alphas are so fucking pathetic."

" Maybe, but I don't want to talk about fucking with my sister, so what do you want? "

"Awe, Fenny, you say the most charming stuff." Sarah's voice is so sarcastic we can hear the eye roll through the phone.

" Hurry up. I want to pester the omega. "

"Why's Scott's secretary coming in here smelling like him?" Sarah's being gentler with her question this time. Does she actually think we attacked Joy?

" We like the omega a lot. "

"No fucking way," Sarah screeches from the other side of the phone, causing Fenrir to snarl and pull it away from his ear. "You fucking dumbass alphas. She smells like you've been gassing her for hours."

" It was a few minutes. "

"Pathetic," Sarah laughs now. "Imagine if everyone went around smelling like they wanted to fuck."

Fenrir opens his mouth to say that alphas can smell when anyone wants to fuck, so what's the problem if they have to smell us every once in a while? But I stop him. There's no reason our little sister needs to know that even betas give off a smell. She'd never leave her little cafe again. Not that she leaves it very often anyway.

"I'm back," I say, a little strained. "Sorry about that. We really did try to neutralize it as much as we could. We went through a whole canister, I think."

"It's fine," Sarah says, more relaxed now that I'm talking with her. "I don't think she realized how much she stank until she came in. Everyone was on edge because my air neutralizers weren't up to the task."

"Shit." I rub my temples again. I close out of the clinic's system, shut down my computer, and start propping windows open. "I really am sorry, Sarah."

"It's fine. I just wanted to make sure Fenrir wasn't making plays on your secretary, who is most definitely not interested in him."

Only one female for us now. Tell her. Tell Sarah we've found our mate.

"Fen wants you to know he's going to be a good boy from here on out," I say. It's close enough to the truth. She doesn't need to know that we've claimed an omega that doesn't even know us yet.

"I'm sure he is," Sarah laughs. "Are we still on for dinner on Tuesday?"

"Yeah, we'll be there." Fenrir drools at the reminder of pot roast on Tuesday. He'll want to be out when we eat, which blows because I want to be out.

You had pot roast last time.

I should get pot roast on Tuesday since you're getting the omega tomorrow.

Fuck yeah, I am. And fuck no, you're not.

"Alright, you and Fenrir are growling at each other, so I'm gonna go." Sarah doesn't wait for me to respond before she hangs up the phone and leaves Fenrir and me on our own to fantasize about the little omega we saw on the computer.

Call her and fuck her tonight.

No.

Ask her to video call and then have her touch herself.

No.

I groan so loud I'm glad no one is in the office today. My cock is like a steel rod in my pants, and I know it's not going down until I get that sweet little omega to pulse around me when we lock into her.

Yeah, she's going to be so tight.

You're making this harder than it needs to be.

No, Scott, that's all you. That sweet little omega will open herself for us if we give the word. You know why we feel this way.

The worst part is that he's right. Of course, he's right. We just claimed an omega based on a bad picture of her. She's so potent to us that as soon as we're in her proximity, she's going to do anything we ask of her.

Yeah, she is.

I shouldn't have accepted to be her physical stimulation during her heat. It's not fair to her to have an alpha so bent on having her during a time that should be about her. I'm going to enter that room, pheromones blasting, and she'll respond to me even if she doesn't want to.

She wants to.

We don't know that, Fen!

We know nothing about her. I decide I'll call Joy and have her find another alpha to assist her tomorrow. It can't be me. Not when I'm this amped up just from seeing her picture. It isn't right to her, not when I'll be taking over so much of her heat with what I want from her.

I get in the car, and Fenrir's being quieter than normal as we drive home. A cold shower, a beer, masturbation that doesn't scratch the itch, and then I'm hopping into bed. I don't even remember that I never called Joy to tell her I can't be the one to help the omega tomorrow.