Lucky Angels (Omegaverse Smutfic) (first draft)

Three

As we entered the club together, I fell in love with Alex all over again. Although I'd scrubbed the blood and perfume from my skin and combed out my long mess of black hair in the shower after our mission like I always did... Here, I didn't have to hide my scent. I could go feral if I wanted to.

I was dizzy from the stacked scents in the air. I tasted their arousal, excitement, and even the adrenaline that roared through the sea of dancing bodies.

With the cool pressure of Jan's hand against my back, we weaved in a line through the crowd to the bar. Jan left me between Phoenix and Alex, who raised his hand at the bar to order two sets of tequila shots for each of us. We crowded around the corner bar, and I took Alex's hand in mine, shimmying my hips to the music as we waited. The contact was like fire in my blood, and I felt myself getting wet at the touch of his freckled skin against mine. I wanted him on the dance floor.

"We'll be back!" I shouted over the drowning beat of the music.

I pulled Alex from the bar into the frenzied wave of bodies pressing up against one another. The ocean forced us together until we were chest-to-chest and I could feel Alex's hardening bulge against my naval. I laced my arms around Alex's neck and pressed my cheek to his, scent-marking him boldly and in the open. His reaction was immediate, a harsh grip at my waist that pulled me closer, possessively, to him. I moaned, the sound suffocated by the music vibrating around us.

I lost myself against Alex's body, grinding myself into the welcoming pressure of his warmth. Alex was tall and lithe, but muscle wrapped around his bones in rippling waves that flexed the more I touched him.

I found myself again when I remembered our shots.

"Save a dance for me?" Phoenix asked, offering me a shot when we finally returned to the bar.

Alex used a hand on my shoulder to push me back up against his chest, letting me lean against him. I knocked back the shot, my hair cascading over his chest with the bob of my head as I swallowed.

Rubbing my ass against Alex's bulging jeans, I leaned forward over the Bar to Phoenix. I was dizzy and giggling when I pressed the shot glass to his lips. Phoenix tipped back his head, and I poured. He swallowed and laughed in a wake that stoked a fire inside me. I wanted him, too.

We downed the next shots, and then I took Phoenix and Alex by the hands, forgetting the awkward Jan and Jackson still lingering behind us at the bar. I felt their eyes on me as I tugged the two boys back onto the dance floor.

I found my solace in Pheonix's heavy chest, his hands on my hips pulling me back against his hips until I was grinding my ass, wishing I could feel the full length of his cock as it hardened in his pants. I reached my hands upward and back to cup his face with my hands, and Pheonix nipped at my blood, maybe drawing blood – I didn't care.

Alex pulled our weight forward until I was wedged between the two men, dancing hot and heavy between them. I let my sweet honeysuckle vanilla scent waft around us. I couldn't smell the alphas and betas dancing around us anymore – It was all sweet lemon juice and hot honey gunpowder, and I drank them in. I moved my hands between the two boys as I danced, grasping at hair, clothes, hands, and arms as I connected with every bit of skin within reach. I reveled in their smells, danced in it, danced for them, rocking my body against both of theirs.

Alex's hands roamed from Phoenix's grip at my hips, up my sides, and down again, moving me with the rhythm of the music. Hazel eyes glazed with heat and thrill, and my hindbrain slipped. I reached upward, linking my arms around Alex's slender neck, and stepped on Phoenix's toes to push myself upward until I pressed my needy lips to his.

"Baby," Alex whispered, and I nipped against his lips.

I licked into Alex's mouth, tangling a hand in his ruddy orange hair to shove him down to me as I stumbled backward over Phoenix's toes. Phoenix licked at my scent glands, licking a stripe up my exposed throat, and my hindbrain wanted more, my alphas, my mates, and

Alex lurched backward like I'd burned him. I reached out to him, but he staggered away from my touch, shouting something about drinks and rushing back through the sea of bodies toward the bar. A needy whine settled in my mouth and I trapped it by sinking my teeth into my bottom lip.

Phoenix wound his arm around my waist and twisted me around until I was stammering forward onto his toes. I crashed into him, and he kissed me in a sudden fiery kiss that licked flames down my throat. I kissed him, but set each of my hands on either side of his face, rubbing circles on his cheeks. I turned my head away, sweetly kissing the corner of his lips and then his cheek.

"I have to pee," I said in Phoenix's ear.

Before he could answer, I tore away from him in the direction of the ladies' room.

I didn't have to pee, but my cramps were only getting worse the more I danced, and I needed to think. But when I saw the line for the bathroom, I continued down the hallway to the back exit sign. When I propped the door open, I found a brick set out to keep the door open ajar and used it to wedge the door while I slipped outside.

The fresh air smelled like heaven. It was all cut grass and wood and smoke, and I breathed it in like it was my last life. I just kissed Alex, I reminded myself. I just kissed Alex and Phoenix.

For some godforsaken reason, they'd kissed me too.

What was wrong with me? Was I deadset on destroying this pack when their safety was already compromised because of me?

I loved what we had. We were a pack, the first and last one I wanted to experience in my life. The hormones and my hindbrain made me want more. Maybe Alex had walked away because he knew I wasn't in my right mind.

"Whatcha doin' out here, sweet omega?"

The hair on the back of my neck bristled, and I snarled before I smelled the burnt cedar that erupted across my tastebuds. Hanging against the wall across the alley was a roughly cut man in a biker's jacket taking a long draw from a cigarette.

"Omega like you shouldn't be out here alone," he said, and his voice wasn't sweet.

"I'm not an omega," I said, and I tried to bark, but there was no bite in my voice. What happened to my bark?

The man crept forward from the shadows, and I gripped the knife on my hip as he stepped between my legs. I let him in, too close, until all I was breathing was burnt cedar. I knew with sudden clarity that this was the kill I'd been looking for.

"You're in heat," the man rasped. "Don't worry, I'll help you, sweet omega."

I didn't know if he deserved it. I didn't think I cared.

I brought my blade up to the man's throat, and he stiffened before me. I pushed off the wall, digging the knife into his throat until he stepped back, and back, and back. I cornered him against the wall he'd just been leaning against. My blade cut through his skin, drawing a thin line of blood.

"I'm not an omega," I repeated.

Staring into his fear-stricken eyes, I sliced. I let the blood splurt over my knife hand and my face.

With my other hand, I called Jack. We needed a cleanup.

I waited in the alleyway, crouched in a pool of the man's pooling blood. It was sticky and sweet, much sweeter than the burnt cedar of his arousal at my apparent "omega" distress. My ears roared in victory, my hindbrain shouting ecstasy in my ears. The cramping in my stomach was a tight, unyielding mass that squeezed at my muscles until pain sparked through my abdomen.

I ignored it all, pressing my hands into the blood until it leaked underneath my fingernails.

I'd needed the kill. I'd needed to see the fear in his eyes, innocent or not, as he passed from this world to the next. I'd needed to see it more than anything.

Now that I had it, the void in my chest called for more. The void was empty and senseless, and it crept into my brain until I was numb and empty. I was empty. I was a monster.

The pain clawed at my insides, and for a moment I couldn't see – Only smell the freshly cut grass, sticky sweet blood, and faint whiffs of burnt cedar fear pheromones that withdrew with my victim's death.

I barely noticed when Jan pulled me out of the blood and tucked me away inside the van with Alex. Alex tried speaking to me, but the floor of the van was cool and I didn't feel like looking up from my blood-soaked hands. I was still mute and immobile when Jack picked me up and brought me to the bathroom.