First Street Heat (Beastverse #1)

18. Scott

18

Scott

" Y ou've already met Janie and Sarah," I rub my face before I start the car. I'm sexually frustrated, hard as a rock, and about to go suffer through lunch with my family, hoping they don't want to make Fenrir and I look like idiots. "They're awesome sisters. Really, a guy couldn't ask for better, but they'll try to tell you embarrassing stories. I will hate it, and Fenrir might come out if he feels insulted. "

"Are you going to fight your sisters in front of me?" Lilah's eyes are so bright with mischief that I know she's going to get along with my siblings just fine. It'll be me that can't handle it.

"I might," I say, completely serious. Sarah might put Fen and me on our ass. She's done it before plenty of times. It's just about time for her to do it again.

"I'd pay money for that." Lilah shakes her head as she leans it back against the headrest.

"Don't worry," I reassure her as I pull into the driveway. "It's a free show."

"Okay, okay." Lilah grabs my free hand in hers and pulls it into her lap. "I'll be a good little mate and help you keep your dignity."

Fenrir takes over in an instant. Unbuckling us and leaning over the console to get as close as possible to Lilah. One hand grabs a handful of hair, turning her face to his, and his other trails up the hem of her shirt until he's groping her tits. If he could fit, he'd be in her seat with her, maneuvering her around until she's straddling us.

" Call yourself my good little mate again. "

He puts so much dominance in his voice that Lilah tilts her neck, exposing one of the bandaged bite wounds on her neck. If he gets his way, he'll knot Lilah right now in the car. As far as he's concerned, we did right by her by mating her in the nest and can now fuck her wherever she'll let us.

"I'm your good little mate," Lilah moans as Fenrir pulls one of her bra cups down and pinches her nipple. "Your's. Your mate."

" My mate, " Fenrir agrees, pressing his nose against hers. " All mine. Always. "

"Always, always, always," Lilah repeats the word like a prayer, spreading her legs and perfuming for us like there's an actual chance we'll take her right here right now in the driveway.

I want to.

You would fuck her anywhere.

That's not a problem. That's the opposite of a problem.

"You're growling at yourself." Lilah presses her breasts even more into Fenrir's hand, but unfortunately for all of us, I'm taking back control before anyone sees me mauling my mate in the car in broad daylight in the driveway. She pouts when my eyes darken.

"Stop teasing us, omega," I say as I give her tit a final squeeze and move back to my seat. "We're desperate for you right now, probably always, but we can't be rutting in my brother's driveway."

"You can't just take away all my fun, Scott."

She leans over the center console, much like Fenrir did to her. She's much smaller than us, and she can wiggle her lithe body into my lap before I can block her. I'm not a strong enough alpha to stop her from straddling my lap and locking her lips on mine.

My hands wrap in her hair, holding her tight against me and never wanting to let her go. She grinds herself against my cock as her hands move down my chest before she pulls my shirt over my head and places her hands on my bare skin. I growl and attempt to remove her clothing as well. Our moment is cut short when my family finally decides to come find out why we aren't at lunch yet.

A hand hits the window of the driver's side door. I hold Lilah tighter, lips pulling back in a snarl and snapping my teeth at whoever's interrupting us. Sam wouldn't because Fenrir might hurt another alpha if he interrupts my time with my omega.

Janie's too sweet to interrupt a moment considering she and Sam used to fuck all over the house, not realizing who may have already been in whichever room they decided to use.

But, Sarah? She has absolutely no qualms about interrupting us. In fact, I'm almost positive she's excited to do it since she's dual-wielding odor-neutralizer canisters.

"Lunch. Now." She says the words as sternly as she can, but I can see her smile as she tries to stay serious. She's excited Fenrir and I have a mate, and hopefully, that means she won't work overtime to humiliate us. I highly doubt it, but I can hope. "We've been waiting long enough."

"Sorry," I whisper in Lilah's ear as I go to open the door.

She shifts around in my lap before awkwardly tumbling out of the car in a way that makes me want to keep her bent over and drive myself into her. I shake the thoughts out of my head, working overtime to keep Fenrir from taking over since he's all for taking our little mate right this instant. Common decency be damned.

"You know it's dangerous to interrupt an alpha when he's with his omega, yeah?" I ask Sarah when I climb out behind Lilah.

Sarah gives my bare chest a disapproving once over. I ignore it as Lilah readjusts her glasses and slides her hand into mine. Her face is bright pink, and it's not hard to tell she's embarrassed. I narrow my eyes at my sister, wanting her to apologize for making my mate feel awkward. Is it our own fault? Yes. Still, I don't like Lilah feeling less than in any capacity.

"You're as dangerous as a kitten," Sarah laughs as she sprays Lilah and me with the neutralizer.

There's no stopping Sarah, and it's not like the neutralizer's even working. Even if it does, my omega's going to cover me in her scent again as soon as we finish lunch.

Lilah's understanding of the shower of neutralizer we're getting. It doesn't hurt that no matter how much Sarah sprays on us, we're still a bit worked up and emitting our pheromones on one another.

The first bottle sputters out of spray, and Sarah frowns. "We should save the other bottle for the table. We all know you two are going to stink everything up for a while."

I huff out a laugh, wrap an arm over Sarah's shoulder, and tuck Lilah under the other. Sarah shrieks and tries to get away, saying something about not wanting to smell like an alpha in rut for the next week, but her protests are in jest.

Lilah smiles up at me, loving the interactions between my sister and me. I don't let her know that Fenrir is very likely to come out at some point, and Sarah will take him down. It'll be our shame, but it's going to happen. It happens far too often. If not today then at some future dinner where they get into an argument.

"We're so glad you're here." Janie comes running up to Lilah as soon as we make it to the backyard.

She wraps her arm around my omega and pulls her into a tight hug. Her nose scrunches, and I don't hide the pride I feel in knowing that I've coated my mate so thoroughly that even a whole canister of odor neutralizer doesn't hide me from her skin.

Janie has to ruin the moment, of course, by turning to me and saying something that makes me frown. "You smell like Sam. I don't think I ever noticed as much as I am now."

I cut a glance over to my brother, who looks just as disgusted as me. "Babe, don't say that." He winces as he sniffs his armpit and then narrows his eyes on me. We're both thinking the same things now.

Are our omegas turned on by both our scents?

We kill him now. No pot roast is worth that.

My eyes flicker gold, and I take a step toward Sam, who seems to understand what's going on in our mind. He squares his shoulders, a smirk playing on his lips. Then he runs straight for us, tackling us to the ground before we can get the upper hand by tackling him.

We grapple on the ground, Fenrir growling up a storm and Sam very forcefully trying to ignore the display of dominance that we're showing in an attempt to get him to submit. Sam holds out for much longer than we like, and by the time he starts to loosen his grip on us, it's all in a ploy to get us to let our guard down.

Sarah wraps an arm around our neck and wraps her legs around our body like a horrible spider monkey who's only here to make us pass out.

"Give up, Fen," Sarah says as she forces her arm tighter around our neck with her other arm. Sam scurries out from underneath us, smiling as he wipes some of the sweat from his forehead.

" Not fair ," Fenrir growls.

He paws at Sarah's arm on our neck. He doesn't hurt her. He's never hurt her. It's how she's always the one to get the fights to end. As much of a tough guy Fenrir likes to pretend to be, he's a softie for our sister. That means he either submits to her or we pass out. Unfortunately for me, he's never chosen to submit, which means we'll pass out in about thirty seconds.

"Give up, Fenrir," Sarah warns.

Fenrir looks around, eyes searching for our mate before we succumb to the darkness. Lilah's standing wide-eyed with Janie, who's rubbing her arm gently and saying something to her. Sam's near the table, leaving plenty of space between himself and our mate. We don't need him making this worse by being close to her.

"Your mate is going to see you put to sleep, Fen. Just give up." Sarah sounds almost apologetic, which is a first since she's always enjoyed taking us down a peg.

" I never submit, " Fenrir growls, a smile pulling at his lips when he looks at Lilah one last time.

The darkness starts to overtake our vision, and he has just enough energy left to raise a hand in a small wave before our body goes limp, and we fall to the grass in a heap of humiliation.