Lucky Angels (Omegaverse Smutfic) (first draft)

Seven

I smelled him. In my dream, I could smell his acrid sulfur. I would've known it anywhere. The scent belonged to my father, August Aurelius.

Ice shot down my spine, and I surged upwards. In the same movement, I unpinned my knife from between my breasts, ready to stab the next person who touched me.

It was Alex above me, touching me gently on my shoulder. He didn't even flinch as I sliced at the free air in front of him.

"Nice miss," Alex scoffed.

"I won't miss next time," I growled. There was no bark in my voice like I used to have when I was an alpha, but my growl was still perfectly intact.

Alex winced at the tone of my voice. Then he sighed, releasing the tension caught between his shoulderblades. "My heart goes all crazy when I'm near you," he said, and he didn't sound disappointed.

"Alex," I said. "I'm sorry about all of this. I swear I didn't know I was an omega. And despite everything, you still voted to keep me here with the pack."

Alex lit up in a bright cherry red that clashed with the spray of orange freckles over his face. "No, the other day... It was your perfume."

I laughed. "Jan would tell us it's the omega pheromone effects or something like that."

Alex shook his head. "It's just you, Wren. Baby, it's always been you. I think..."

Jan ducked his head into the pack room. "We've got a perimeter alert," he said.

Alex and I both rose, but Jack shook his head at me. "Not you, Wren. Jan says no more stress for your whole heat. It makes it worse."

The pair left me behind in the pack room alone. Dejected, I sunk back into my bedroom upstairs. Leaving the door unlocked behind me, I retrieved a vibrating wand from my body toes in the closed. I kicked off my jeans and dispatched with my shirt as I climbed into the bed, messing the blankets around me. Alex's shirt was still there, and I clasped it to my face, drawing in a heavy breath of fresh, sweet lemon juice cologne. I shimmied hurriedly out of my panties and withdrew them to the little nest I was making of the bed.

I used one hand to stuff Alex's scent-coated shirt to my face and the other to touch myself. I was wet after spending so many hours around my alphas. Heaven was my heavy finger rubbing at my hood of my clit. I rubbed myself until I was panting and raw, begging for a release that wouldn't come no matter what tempo I attempted.

I withdrew the pink silicone vibrator I'd wrapped in the blanket and switched it to an oscillating vibration. Then I pressed the head of the wand to my needy clit, moaning into the sudden crash of sensation. I pushed a finder inside myself and moaned again at the pleasure that built where my cramps spiked the worst.

I need... I needed something deep inside, my fingers, or a cock, or... a knot, screamed my inner omega.

I bucked my hands in my own hand, unable to stop myself. I slapped a rough hand over my mouth to stop another moan from escaping into the hallway. With a start, I realized the door was partly open and Phoenix's hulking frame occupied the space within, all wide shoulders and slender hips. He was pawing at the cock rising to attention beneath his sweatpants. When our eyes met, a heady growl that sounded almost like a purr rippled through him.

"Nine Hells," Phoenix said. "Your perfume is intoxicating."

He was right. The thick scent of vanilla and cream and clover clung to the bed, and I couldn't help but think it spread as I stared at Phoenix lingering in the doorway, twitching in his restraint as he tried not to move.

"Phoenix," I said in a whine.

He charged across the room to me with a loud purr. He leaned over me on the bed, but his hands paused outstretched, hesitant. "Can I touch you?"