Page 50 of Crash Course Omega
I want all three of them to be with me. At that moment, with my omega senses growing stronger, I don’t care about how or where. I just want them to hold me and love me.
Moaning, I speed my fingers on my clit, my pussy clenching at the thought of how they might take me. They’re each so different, and I can easily feel how hard or soft they might fuck me.
The toilet seat creaks as I rock my hips, racing toward an orgasm, biting my lip to keep myself quiet. The harder I come now, the less stress it will be on my body later.
I just have to let myself go and not think about where I am or what I’m doing.
As my orgasm builds, I let myself sink into fantasies of the three alphas who are my scent matches. I know Maddock's body so well I’m sure I could draw it from memory. But I’ve only seen topless photos of Jaxx, and the way Everest’s shirt creased over his muscles. If I could see them naked, I could trace the ridges of their abs with my tongue before climbing further down their bodies to taste their cocks.
I groan too loudly as I close my eyes and picture their faces, hear their voices, and feel the weight of their touch over my body as my heart aches. I need them with me, but I can’t do this now.
I told Maddock we had to act like professionals, but I’m doing a terrible job already. If we just talk about it, if we can try to understand each other, maybe we can go back to a place where we love each other again.
Those thoughts are enough to make me whine and curve and moan as if they’re right there with me, pleasuring me in their own ways.
Just as I’m close, as I’m about to peak, there’s a knock on the door.
Fear bursts through me and I gasp, whipping my hands away from my body, like that would somehow hide what I was doing even though the entire room smells of slick.
“Harmony?” says a voice I’ve been longing to hear since I threw myself into the cubicle. “Are you okay?”
Jaxx
My omega has drenched me like a rainbow storm as I stand there covered in her perfume. Maddock is fuming like a bull, and Everest’s brow stays furrowed.
I want to tell Everest not to beat himself up about it, but Maddock’s being protective again. He sticks next to Everest and keeps throwing me glares before murmuring to our shocked friend, and then more lazer-focused glares.
I can’t say for sure, but it looks like Maddock hasn’t worked out that we've all scent-matched with her. Or if he has, he hasn’t considered what it might mean for the four of us if we take it further.
It’s like he has no faith in me. I can be kind and understanding, too. He just never believes me when I try.
I’ve driven with four different teams since I started in F3, and Everest is the best Pit Stop Boss I’ve worked with. He knows exactly what to do down to the letter, and I want to make sure he knows he doesn’t need to beat himself up about it. I froze the moment I smelled her slick as well.
The only reason I got to her first was that I recovered more quickly than the other two. That’s it. It could have just as easily been Maddock or Everest standing there with their entire bodies soaked in mouthwatering strawberries and cream perfume.
There is no way her pussy isn’t aching for some love. As soon as she peels that suit from her, her perfume is going to explode like a mushroom cloud. If they were thinking straight, Maddock and Everest would get their act together so we could help our omega when she’s that horny.
“What are you guys waiting around for? It's nearly lunchtime,” Jacob shouts from the door of the garage, and everyone jumps.
I’ve been so wrapped up in myself that I hadn't even noticed the rest of the team had started to take care of the cars.
The film crew still stands around us, either quietly or loudly gossiping. Out of around thirty people, only a few of them are actually inspecting the cars or discussing something else about work.
“See? It wasn’t that hard,” one of the omega actors scoff. “We can totally do that.”
I raise an eyebrow, turning to the four actors who will star alongside her. They’re just here for promotional photographs, and their proper training is waiting in the VR racing simulators. They are supposed to be Harmony’s co-stars, but she’s a totally different caliber compared to them. Whether she’s racing or acting, Harmony has an air about that screams ‘star’. One that most people can’t ever have. Harmony will be a queen, no matterwhere she goes in life. And that isn’t just my alpha pride for my omega shining through.
“Hey, Diego,” I call to an engineer who’s sorting out the comms wires at the desk next to us. “Did the actors get their intro vid?”
“Of course they did. Jacob wouldn’t have let them in the garage if they hadn’t.”
“Good, it looks like they need the real crash course as well. Can you get them set up after lunch? I’d like to see how many of them toss it back up once they’ve seen it.”
I give the group of actors a cheery smile, but they all just nod innocently in return, like they haven’t just been bitching about my sport. They don’t know what they’re in for.
Anyone who approaches F1 thinking they just have to know how to drive a car is way off. And people like that need a proper sit-down. We aren’t just kids who got picked out of a draw—we worked ourselves to the bone to get here.
The crash course video is the best for that. A whole hour of unhinged chaos with gory images of the worst crashes and deaths in F1. It’s a tough watch, but if they want to act as F1 drivers, they have to understand what they are getting into.
