First Street Heat (Beastverse #1)

12. Lilah

12

Lilah

Scott/Fenrir: Get naked little omega. I want to see my mate's tits before I go home alone with nothing but Scott's bad mood and our hand

Lilah: Oh, is he letting you out right now?

Scott/Fenrir: Naked

I roll my eyes as I toss the phone on my bed. My plan of ignoring the messages from the alpha has gone up in flames now that I know it's Fenrir in charge instead of Scott. At least when it was Scott, his messages were all apologetic and worried about me. It made it easier to ignore because I knew I was doing it for the right reason.

When it's Fenrir, all of my good intentions go out the window, and I'm just a horny omega wanting to rub against him. It's probably because he doesn't dilute his reasons for wanting me.

My phone buzzes again, but I force myself to ignore the message. I've already decided to message him after tomorrow night's event.

Ian invited me to some charity event that he's going to with his alpha. He convinced me with the promise of free alcohol and food. Not to mention, I need a friend in the city now that Maggy is an hour away. Going out with Ian under the protection of his alpha seems like a great idea. Or, it does until I remember how badly I want Fenrir and Scott to sink their teeth into me at the earliest opportunity.

The only thing keeping me from canceling my friend date tomorrow is that one, I don't cancel on people; two, I really want a friend; and three, as soon as I let myself near Fenrir and Scott again, it's going to be days before we can be separated from one another.

If I don't go out tomorrow night, who knows when I'll be able to go out with friends again? I should just tell Scott and Fenrir that, but I've also been checking First Street Heat's website, and they still haven't removed their profile from the list of eligible alphas able to help during heats.

Is it petty of me to keep him waiting even longer because of that? Of course, it is, but maybe I'm just that petty. It doesn't hurt that I've had my final coursework to finish, too, and the new job paperwork and orientations I've had to attend. I took my final exam this morning, but I won't know the results until tomorrow morning at the earliest.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as I pass the window in my bedroom. I've been keeping myself busy by getting my dress ready for tomorrow night by pulling out my nicest cocktail dress and trying to decide what to do with my hair.

No matter how much I try to keep my mind off the alpha I want, I'll always know when he's near. My body lights up, heat pools in my lower abdomen, and filthy thoughts fill my mind.

As nonchalantly as possible, I walk past the window, looking out the corner of my eye to see if Scott and Fenrir are out there. Yep.

The blood in my cheeks heats my face so quickly that I'm almost certain they can see how red my face is before I'm out of view of the window again. My phone buzzes, but do I look at it? Nope. I'm back to ignoring him because if I don't, I'm going to be making some bad, bad decisions.

As though to torture me fully, they get out of their car. Or I assume they do because the wind blows the most delicious smell through my window. My lips pull back in a snarl as I punch myself in my mind for leaving the window open to air out my room.

No matter how badly I want to stop myself, I turn my nose up and inhale deeply, letting the scent of my mate fill me and drench my room. There's no way he smells this strongly in general. No, he's probably putting off enough pheromones that others can smell him a block away.

My body moves of its own volition, not that I'm fighting that hard to stand in front of the window. Fenrir's eyes blaze as a smile spreads across his face.

I'm wearing the same oversized shirt from the heat clinic that still smells of him, but by the way he's looking at me, I feel like I'm already naked. He shifts on his feet, his arms crossing in front of his chest as he stares at me.

His eyes narrow with a command to do as he told me, but I'm still feeling a little reckless and want to know what he thinks he'll do if I don't do what he says.

Fenrir pulls his phone out of his pocket, types out a quick message, and then shoves it back into his pocket. My phone buzzes on the bed, but I make no move to pick it up.

Fenrir's face drops from the amusement that was flickering on it to a predator ready to attack. The growl that erupts from his chest is just loud enough for me to hear it from my open window. It has me tilting my neck, submitting to him, offering him a place to mark. The sound also has a direct line to my pussy which is now dripping in slick, ready to be knotted by my mate.

When the growl softens, Fenrir's smile returns as he sniffs the air. There's no way he's scenting me. But the action embarrasses me, and that's why he does it.

I back away from the window, keeping my eyes on Fenrir as I reach behind me to feel around on the bed for my phone. If I don't play this smart, I'm going to run down and let him mate me in the back of his car, and I'm worth more than a quick fuck in the back of a car. At least for the first time. I'm not taking car sex off the table forever.

Scott/ Fenrir: What's it going to take for you to offer us that sweet cunt?

Scott/Fenrir: Don't ignore us, Lilah

Scott/Fenrir: Give me a reason to make you submit

I look back up at Fenrir, who seems pleased with himself now that he's gotten me to read his messages.

I type out a message telling him he thinks too highly of himself and then delete it. I type out another, telling him I want to be with him, but I need one more day because I made plans with my friend. Of course, I deleted that one, too.

I highly doubt Fenrir will understand me going out with an omega and another alpha tomorrow night. No, knowing them, they'd probably offer to go with me and then snarl at the other alpha all night because that's the type of alpha Fenrir seems like. No, I settle on an easy message.

Lilah: I'm not getting naked in front of my window.

Fenrir pulls the phone out, looks over the message, and then growls again. A small whimper leaves my lips as my hands reach for the hem of my shirt, and my head tilts to the side again. Fenrir's smile is predatory as he watches how desperate he can make me.

Thankfully, he listens to what I want and silences the growl before my omega brain can convince me that stripping in my window is an excellent idea if it's for our alpha. Without the growl demanding my submission, I can think a bit more rationally.

A devilish part inside me wants to know what all he can get me to do with that growl. I try to cast those thoughts away because I'm sure he'll show me all those things as soon as I let him close to me again.

Instead of sending me another message, Fenrir gives me a soft wink and hops back in the car. He doesn't start it up and makes no move to leave. No, he'll stay there and watch me until I go to bed.

They've been doing it every night since we video-chatted with one another. It's always been Scott who's made an appearance, which makes it much more strange that it's Fenrir and that he's willing to sit in the car and watch me.

I chew on my bottom lip, wondering what I could do to him to get him as worked up as he has me. A stupid—very stupid—thought pops into my head, and I decide at that moment it's the best decision I've ever made.

I scramble away from the window and grab my laptop to check my schedule. I've already told the omega clinic I'm going to work that I'll need a few weeks before I can start since I'm about to mate. All of my school is done, and there's nothing else for me to do but wait for my test results.

A smile breaks across my face as I realize I've done enough. Nothing is stopping me now from enjoying the high of a mating frenzy.

I pull up the First Street Heat webpage and submit another appointment application. I don't know when Scott and Fenrir will be informed of my request to have him assist in a nonexistent heat. The first time I requested him, it took hours, but as I go to close the window, I can see their face illuminated by their phone screen.

Fenrir's eyes snap up to mine, and his body moves from the car so quickly that I know he's about to make a terrible decision and try to get into the apartment complex. Instead of encouraging that, I close the window and shut the blinds tight.

I hop into bed, telling myself I need to get some sleep so tomorrow can get here faster. The ping of an email coming in has me scrambling for the laptop.

The anticipation in my stomach has the butterflies moving even more erratically as I look at the approved appointment for Monday morning. Just like the first time I requested an appointment, there's another note at the end.

Instead of requesting that I'm naked, there's an address attached. A quick search shows me it's a residential house, and my chest tightens, thinking about how it's probably about to be my new home.

Sleep doesn't come easy for me. Not when I know in less than three days I'll be a mated omega to an alpha I scent matched who doesn't seem like a complete ass.

I just need to get through this weekend, and then everything I've ever wanted will be mine. I'll have graduated from school with my nursing license, a good and powerful mate, and the security of being a mated omega.