Page 198 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
Killian scrubs away the last remaining parts of sleep before his expression grows serious.
"Theo, check her temperature."
My eyes go wide. Dammit, I'm so stupid, why the hell didn't I think this could've been her heat starting up?
Maybe because I feel intoxicated, with her sweet perfume swirling in the air around us. It's like I'm high. High off of her.
I press the back of my hand against her forehead and curse.
"Fuck, she's going into heat, guys."
"Hmmm?" She hums, her eyes fluttering open. They're a little glazed as she looks up at me, and not with sleep.
I tug her closer to my chest.
"Everything's going to be okay, Spitfire, we're going to take care of you," I say.
"It's so warm," she says, shifting in my arms.
"Stone, Milo, get up," Killian says, jumping out of bed.
"What?" Stone asks, groaning as he pushes himself up against the headboard. "God, is that... wildflowers? That perfume is crazy."
"Yeah, it's Reyna's. She's going into heat."
"You're joking," Stone says, his eyes going wide. "Now?"
"I mean, we knew it could happen at any time," I say, leaning over and shaking Milo awake with my free hand. "Charlotte said the stress of that botched family dinner the other night would make things even more unpredictable."
"Is that why she's so out of it?" Stone asks, looking down at Reyna.
"I think so."
"You guys—you guys are talking like I can't hear you," Reyna pants, her eyes fluttering open.
"Oh, good," I say, smiling down at her. "How're you feeling?"
"Warm," she says, "And my skin... It's all tingly. And—and?—"
She presses her thighs together and shifts on my lap, pressing my cock against her asscheeks and both of us groan.
"If you had more clothes on, I'd want to rip them off," Reyna groans.
Her perfume explodes out from her. If I weren't already sitting on her bed, it would've knocked me on my ass.
"Wh—what isthat?" Milo asks, sitting straight up in bed.
I'm surprised he's awake. Normally, it takes him forever to get up, but I guess having a beautiful scent matched omega next to you, perfuming because she's about to go into heat will get you up quick, even if you sleep like the dead.
"Looks—looks like I'm going into heat," Reyna says, smiling at Milo. "Kinda a rude alarm clock, sorry about that, guys."
"Never apologize," Killian growls. "Especially not for that."
"I mean, I don't think I can go through lifeneverapologizing, that seems like a bad idea. People will think I'm such a bitch if I fuck up and don't apologize," she snarks.
"Still a smart ass, I see," Killian chuckles.
"You know it. I've gotta keep some sense of dignity before I'm begging for all of your cocks."
