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This little Omega was our scent match. Our client. The woman we were going to pretend to be in love with for three weeks. A woman who made it clear she wanted absolutely nothing to do with sex—or us—outside of the arrangement. Who had no idea what was happening to us, because for Omegas, scent matches only manifested during heat. She had no idea that she walked up to the five of us and turned our entire lives upside down with a single breath. And fuck me, all I wanted to do was drop to my knees between her legs and be a throne for her to sit on like a queen.
She wasn’t a client. She wasn’t a job. She was absolutely everything. Isolde Allen was our Omega, and we had three weeks to prove it.
The scent of bourbon and cardamom lingered in my nose from Joel’s closeness, quickly morphing into a gentle sweetness. Orange and vanilla. Fucking hell, this Alpha smelled like a creamsicle.
Tall, dark, and handsome was next. Tattoos covered both arms. I spotted musical motifs before his face caught me. Harsh but beautiful, with lips that were almost a crime. No one could look at those lips and not imagine what they felt like. Hair that hung just above his shoulders and curled around his face.
His scent was almost sweeter than mine. Like sugar cookies. The big, fat, soft ones with frosting nearly as thick. “I’m Elliot,” he murmured with his arms still around me. “But everyone calls me Hawk.”
His scent said Beta, but the calm power he exuded made me do a double take. There were some Alphas that couldn’t hold the kind of presence he clung to without even trying. The tiniest of smirks and warming of his eyes was all it took to transform him. Suddenly he was playful, and I had whiplash. “Do I get a hug too? I’m Cade.” “Yeah.”
It felt like salvation and tasted like forever. Holy. Fucking. Shit.
“Well, Hawk,” Beau cleared his throat. “Since—” “It’s Elliot.” Beau blinked. “I’m sorry?” “My name. It’s Elliot.” I smothered the laughter bubbling up in my chest. A clear line in the sand. His friends called him Hawk, and Beau was not his friend.
Hawk leaned in again. “If you’re asking if I like to be called daddy, then the answer is no, not really. But that doesn’t mean I don’t like taking care of someone or giving them exactly what they need. No matter what that is.”
Fuck, she was cute. I wanted her cute. I wanted her sexy. I wanted her mine.
I have pretended with others, yes. But Isolde Allen, I am not pretending with you.”
“Better be careful. We’re the devils who will drag you down and dirty that halo. We may not have corrupted you yet, but it doesn’t mean we won’t.”
But I’m a big boy. If I need to come that badly, I can make it happen, and anyone who tells you there’s a quid pro quo for sex isn’t worth your time.”
Be a good boy and don’t speak unless you’re spoken to.”
“Who owns you, Isolde?” Low, dark, velvet words against my skin. I whined, needing everything. Needing to tell him. “You do.” “And who am I?” “Sir.” A long, slow kiss just beneath my jaw. “Good girl.”
You claim we’re so much lower than you? Maybe we are. But remember that those of us who play in the dirt know how to dig. And six feet isn’t that far. Understood?”
“Not evil, little flower. Obsessed. Obsessed, in love, and eager.
“This is a reminder.” “Of what?” They didn’t have to say the words. If their love were an ocean, I would drown in it. I couldn’t feel the edges. There were none. It stole my breath. “A reminder of what?” Joel smiled, and my pack stepped in, wrapping me in more than just their arms. “That the ocean isn’t the only thing that’s endless.”
