Just Drive

by Devyn Sinclair

I’d never smelled anything like this before and I wanted to give up my entire career simply so I could chase that scent and keep breathing.

For one eternal moment, time stood still. The next moment his eyes went wide, and for the briefest second his smile dropped from the shock. Yeah, no kidding. I knew the feeling. My new Team Principal was my scent match. Fuck.

Bloody fucking hell. The moment Vanessa’s skin touched mine seemed to last forever, and if I had my preference, time would freeze here entirely. The audience would disappear and she and I would be alone.

One breath and she’d branded herself on my soul. She smelled like she was mine.

I didn’t want her to be in any kind of discomfort, but there was a certain relief in knowing she felt this too. I tightened my hand on hers—just a fraction—and saw her shiver.

This was so good and so bad and I wasn’t sure my knees would continue to hold me when all I could smell was that tangy, sweet, citrus and wanting to know if his skin tasted the same.

The world’s magnetic poles had reversed the second I breathed her in, and now everything revolved around her. I would figure anything out, and I hadn’t even met her yet. Hadn’t touched her. Kissed her.

If someone had asked me yesterday if I knew what complete certainty felt like, I would have said yes. I would have been wrong. Never in my life had I felt so sure of something. Vanessa Lennon was my Omega. End of discussion. Full stop.

Fuck. It was like I’d slammed my foot down on a gas pedal. Thrilling and crushing and life-changing all at the same time. There was no way to keep it soft or introductory. The way Grayson kissed me was the way he was always meant to kiss me. Like this was all meant to be and we’d only just caught up with it.

It was the poshest Britannian accent I’d ever heard. Like he’d stepped out of one of the palaces. But Elias Coleville didn’t look like royalty. He looked like the bad boy you might do bad things for. Blond hair, brown eyes, and dimples that made my heart skip a beat. “Hi.”

River smiled deeper when he saw me looking at him, tightening his hold. “Hey, baby.” My stomach flipped. Two words shouldn’t make me feel like I was standing in a tornado of butterflies. Yet they did. “Hi.”

“That’s what happens when you fall. We’ll catch you.” The way he said it was so simple and so straightforward, I couldn’t not believe him.

He set me down gently in the center of the futon. And then he was on me. Body stretching over mine and pinning me down. His hands on my wrists, lips at my ear, hips pressed where I desperately wanted them. Every bit of tension was now on the brink of bursting out. His scent strengthened and wrapped around me, his voice dropped even lower. “I can show you how close I am if that’s what you want, love.”

With all four of them so close, every inhale was perfect. Now that I was full and warm and safe, I was sinking back into that place of dizzy delight. The feeling was quickly becoming addictive.

Something about a person going out of their way to do something for you or give you something meant everything to me. Because they thought about you. They cared and took the time.

The tiny voice that cautioned me not to be too eager was easily pushed aside. They were mine, I was theirs. If I couldn’t be eager with them then there was something wrong with the world.

As soon as the doors opened, I leapt, and Elias was right there to catch me. We didn’t make it far. His hands palmed my thighs, dragging my legs around his waist as he pinned me to the wall. “I could get used to a greeting like that,” he said before our lips met.

Relief swept through me that he didn’t labor the point or try to tell me how sorry he was. We would simply fix it and move on.

Before I could respond, his lips met mine, and fuck I didn’t think I’d ever get used to the feeling of all of them. The effortless way they made me theirs, and we hadn’t even gone all the way yet. Soon.

River teased my mouth open so he could kiss me deeper, leaving no part of me unkissed. It was like he wanted to brand himself onto my soul. Too late. He already did that with one breath of his scent.

You’re my Omega.” The words contained enough growl to fuel heat in my veins. “My instincts are off the charts in every way, and that means taking care of you. Whether that means keeping you fed or fucking you until you’re screaming, it doesn’t matter.”

the only thing I plan on eating right now is you, and I don’t want to wait. So I need to make sure you’re fed before I carry you off like a caveman.”

Beck’s teeth grazed my neck, and everything went limp, my instincts blanking out entirely. Alpha to Omega. Predator and prey. The way he had me laid out left me no choice but to let go and breathe.

I was about to open my mouth and beg him to just fucking eat me already when River sealed his mouth over me with a groan. My hips bucked off the bed and someone who wasn’t River pushed them back down. He didn’t move his mouth an inch, but started to use his tongue. Exploring. Flicking and swirling and curling. Tasting.

River did something with his tongue that dragged a moan out of me. I couldn’t even describe what it was except good and more and please. I felt him smile against me before he did it again. And again. And again.

that same hand into my hair and gripped it. “I want you to watch him taste you.” He pulled my head up far enough to see River between my legs, only eyes visible. River’s eyes crinkled as if he smiled before he sealed his mouth over me once more and sucked hard. He didn’t look away, those same eyes going molten with lust. Fuck, that was hot. Every sinful movement of his tongue felt deeper and more while he looked directly at me.

I looked up and found Grayson watching all of us with a faint, wicked smile on his face. His hand moved slowly over his cock, thumb stroking over the head each time he reached it. It was so unhurried and so steady in contrast to the ruthless speed River was using on me. The image he painted was one of a dark god observing, waiting for his willing sacrifice. Watching me as they held me by the hands and hair and hips, helpless and writhing.

The way he watched told me it didn’t matter how long he needed to wait, he was going to claim me. Pin me down and make me his. They all would, one by one. Slow, fast, however they wanted. That was the thought that pushed me over the edge.

“Fuck, I’m so happy you’re mine.” The emotions hitting me were so visceral I couldn’t breathe through them. I wasn’t ready. So I swallowed and smiled. “Tell me that again after I kick your ass on the track.” He kissed me one more time, biting my lip. “Bring it on, baby.”

I am the one taking your pretty mouth. I am the one who chooses how much you take and how much you can breathe. I haven’t decided whether I’m going to come down your throat, paint your tongue, or spill myself all over your face, but that decision is mine too. Do you understand?”

Elias’s mouth was on me. River and Beck held me for him while Grayson took my mouth. I melted.

I am the one who chooses how much you take and how much you can breathe.

Heat surged through me, slick rushing to help get him into me faster. Suddenly I needed him and I needed him now and I couldn’t wait anymore. I didn’t care. There was no way to describe the craving. I pulled his face down to mine. “Please,” I begged softly. “I need all of you. I’m empty without it and I can’t take it anymore. Please, Beck.”

I couldn’t hear anything over the pounding in my own ears, but I felt him come. Felt his knot swell and lock us together in soul as well as body. Something deep eased. That current of nervous friction that had been there was gone now that we’d come together in the way we were meant to. Alpha and Omega.

If it was an option to stay here on my knees, feasting, for the rest of my life, I would take it. The sounds of Vanessa falling apart. The slick silk of her skin under my tongue. The utter richness of her scent. The decadence of her flavor. Fuck, the way she grew wet with every suck and lick and stroke of my tongue. I would never, ever get enough.

I laughed low in victory when Nessa gasped. “Right there, huh?” Making sure my cock hit exactly that place again, I stood up and yanked her hips back at the same time as burying myself as far as I could go. She was speaking but there weren’t any words. “Yeah.” I held her hips still and found that rhythm I already knew she liked. “Right. Fucking. There.”

I’d live my life with my cock inside you if it were a practical option.”

His hand never moved from my throat, pressing me down harder into the bed. It didn’t make me afraid. It made me needy. I wanted more of it. His weight holding me down and taking that control so I could let go. So alien to everyday life. But now that I’d had a taste with all of them, I’d never get enough.

There were traces of the others with her, and it didn’t bother me. Instead, it felt right because she was ours to pleasure. I would never be angry about my Omega being taken care of by my packmates.

Like her body was aware of my attention, her pussy grew wetter. She was straight honey. Nectar. If I died with her flavor on my tongue, I would be the happiest man in existence. But I needed more. I wanted her breathy moans and the shock of her waking with me inside her.

Never in my life had I felt the possessive instincts the way I did with her. I’d never had the urge to publicly claim anyone I’d been with. But with Vanessa I wanted to make sure everyone knew. Not only so that they could fuck off, but so I could protect her.

I’d eat an Elias flavored ice cream.

River was fully inside my ass now, and all I could do was take it. All I wanted to do was feel. But I also needed to be knotted. I wanted more. There wasn’t any panic mingled with the desire because they would give me what I needed. They already knew, and I trusted them.

“You look fucking perfect.” His voice was rough. “Lips stretched around my cock, tears in your eyes because I put them there. So pretty, Omega.”

“You will be,” Beck said, his hair falling around us as he leaned down to slam his mouth to mine. “Filthy. Dirty. Dripping. We will make a mess of you over and over until it’s what you dream about, love.”

All three of these men were deep inside me, blanking out every conscious thought.

With his hand around my throat, it looked like a choker. I reached up and gripped his forearm. He never broke my gaze in the mirror as he leaned forward and kissed my cheek. “You deserved a necklace, so I got you one.”