Sugar Coated

5

Delaney Linwood

"Am I going crazy, Rosie, or did that sound like an...invitation? Like...sexually?" I pressed my cell closer to my ear as I whispered the last word, trying to remain as nonchalant as possible as I trudged down Beach Drive doing my best to outrun the crowd of late-night tourists that littered the packed streets by the Vinoy Park.

"Ok wait. Run it by me again. You walked into pack territory and stumbled upon the alpha and omega fucking in the office."

"The unlocked office. I didn't hear a deadbolt or a lock turn when they came out and the office is like...so in the way, Rosie. They like had to want me to hear them right?"

"And the beta—"

"—His name is Andres," I amended.

"—Andres caught you eavesdropping, outright told you he expected you would be, and then in no uncertain terms told you that his alpha and omega were fucking and would come to talk to you afterward?"

I sucked in a breath of the late-night air, but I only filled myself with more of that earthy sweetened mixture of the both of them, "Yeah. That's about it. Then Jackson told me anything I needed they'd get for me and to," I paused going over the exact wording and the tilt of his lips as he said it in my mind's eye, "consider it an open door policy. That's got to be an innuendo right?"

"I mean...you could always just ask. Ask him to fuck you and see how it goes."

"I can't just ask, Rosie," I didn't mention that I didn't want to just fuck Jackson. I wanted Emil in the mix too, and if I had the chance I wanted the sharp-tongued Andres as well.

"I'm surprised the omega tolerated it at all," Rosie's voice turned thoughtful. She was an alpha and more familiar with omega natures than most anyone else I knew especially males. "For as much as the literature says they're the submissive, they get crazy territorial over their packs."

"Emil's a special case I think. That or he's about to go into heat. He was perfuming like crazy."

"That would make him worse I think," she clicked her tongue. "Could be they just really like that fine ass of yours."

"Or they're just in a constant state of teasing to help enhance their business."

"I mean I guess, but where's the fun in that? The gossip? The drama? I like my version better. That omega has a stranglehold on his alphas cock and they're on the hunt for pussy. Specifically yours babydoll."

"Gods, Rosie, I called you for a reasonable solution," I dodged across the street weaving between cars that were stuck in a standstill because of bold pedestrians like me. I could feel a glance across my shoulders and I turned to look behind me. Wearing the scents of the Sinclair pack had me anxious and desperate to return home to my bed. I didn't want to attract unwanted attention smelling like I did, like sex and a needy omega.

"And I've got a reasonable solution for you, girl."

When she didn't elaborate I prompted her with a frustrated, "and?"

"Ask them to fuck you, Delaney. Ride the pack's metaphorical dick like a wanton whore and get it out of your system, boom done. Problem solved. Then you'll know if they want to fuck you."

I snorted, though the image of being tangled in a pile of sweat and passion did funny things to me. Made me hot enough that a sweat broke out along my forehead and between my breasts. "I'd prefer to know if they wanted to fuck me before the dick riding, Rosie."

"Fine then ask right before the cock-sucking," her answer was matter of fact, nonchalant, and filled with all the confidence of an alpha.

"I can't ask, Rosie. You know I can't," the last bit was barely more than a whisper, "it's not—it's not how it's done. I can't—" but by god did I want to. I wanted to beg them to let me stay to bundle me up in the warmth between them and just soak it all up, the attention, the scents, the warmth, hell even the sex.