Lucky Angels (Omegaverse Smutfic) (first draft)

Eight

Alex picked up Phoenix by the collar of his shirt and tossed him against my bookshelf.

"What did you do, Nix?" Alex barked.

"I can smell her perfume all the way downstairs," Jan said from the hallway.

Phoenix couldn't answer Alex. He looked close to tears, and his cologne turned to sour gunpowder as he scrabbled on the sweatpants from the floor. He was only looking at me. "Are you okay – ?"

"Don't talk to her!" Alex snapped.

"Stop manhandling him, Alex," Jan said, and there was more alpha in his voice than I'd ever heard. He'd finally reached the room, and a full mix of leather and tobacco pheromones wafted off him in waves.

Janson stood beside me, placing one hand on Alex's shoulder in warning. He placed his other hand on my neck in a possessive notion to swathe his hand in the heady burnt birthday cake that bloomed from my scent glands. He brought his hand to his cheek and rubbed it against one high cheekbone, attaching me to his skin.

"What happened, sweetheart?" Jan asked softly.

"Baby, why are you scared?" Alex said.

I stumbled through my words. "He didn't do anything wrong." My chin trembled, and I hated myself for crying. My voice was small, with no trace of the alpha in it at all. "I asked him for it. It hurt, it r-reminded me – They drugged me – "

Alex's fist smashed against my bookshelf, and I was surprised it didn't break under the intensity of the blow. It should have, my hindbrain noted. Everything should crumble at Alex's feet.

Jan let go of Phoenix's shoulder, but he didn't start toward me like I saw he wanted to in his eyes. He crumpled at my feet, a loose hand hooking around my ankle as if he couldn't bear for us to be disconnected. He kissed twin points at my knees, and his lips brushed against every square inch of skin he could reach.

Wet slicked between my bare thighs, and I brushed them together. Deep honey caramel layered over me like I was a candle apple. Unable to stop myself, I landed my hands in Phoenix's hair. He looked up at me, and there was such sorrow in those brown eyes that I really couldn't stop crying now.

I pulled my legs away, tucked my hands away, and withdrew in on myself. I tucked my knees to my chin.

Jan threw a blanket over me and sat on the bed at my side. He looked scared to touch me, but all I wanted was to dive into the tobacco and leather tones I scented from him that turned dark and musky with my own sticky perfume hot in the air.

"Baby," Alex breathed. He released a vice grip over his mouth and inhaled a long, coated sniff that made him hard. "Have you even started your heat yet?"

My heat. I'd never thought about what it was like to be an omega in heat. Now I'd chosen my alphas to help me through it. My mates, my hindbrain tried to command. But I knew that was never going to happen, and I wasn't sure if I wanted it. Alex would stuff Phoenix – and himself, my hindbrain supplied – in a closet for their ruts before he would ever let one of them bite me.

No, my pack wouldn't subject me to their bites. No matter how badly Phoenix believed we were fated mates, I trusted none of them to break the pact we shared against it.

Pheonix and I had already committed ourselves to a suicide pact if the other was killed in battle, something we'd kept our little secret. If one of the others died, I was sure to go soon after anyway. But the idea that I could die on a mission and the others would be left with the endless void inside was something that I wouldn't risk.

"One more day and she might be feral," Jan said. He narrowed his eyes at the flinting sparkle buried in Phoenix's brown eyes, and the way his cock perked up his sweatpants. I licked my lips. "I'm picking up birth control later, just in case."

Jan turned to me. He set his hands on my legs and brought our faces closer together until our foreheads were touching. "Sweetheart," he said, and his lips twisted with a grim hint of concern. "We're going to make mistakes like this because we're not experienced with omegas, heats, any of this."

I nodded. As long as I'd known the boys, we'd only interacted with betas and other alphas.

Other alphas, I thought to myself. Like I was still one of them.

"Be patient with us, sweetheart," Jan said.

The remnants of my tears stuck to my skin in itchy lines. I rubbed at my cheeks, but Jan confiscated my hands, a protective alpha growl slipping from his lips in a momentary lapse of composure.

"I don't feel like myself." My voice was shaky, and I clutched my hands around Jan's. "I'm all blood and assassin and badass – don't deny it, Alex – all bark and growl and alpha." My hands trembled as I spoke, and I wondered if it was because for the first time, I was talking about my past as if it had actually happened. "I find out I'm not an alpha, I'm some sort of alpha-omega Aurelius experimented on to induce heats for his sex-trafficked pets!" My voice rang with every word. "I was one of his pets, one of his experiments, and now I'm having a heat?"

I let out an unrelenting whine as Jan moved away, prickling up the hairs on the back of his neck. He was back in a moment, crawling from the bottom of the bed to my side. His arm enclosed me, bringing me to his side, and he rumbled a dry, hoarse, unused pur that I didn't think I'd ever heard before in all the time I'd known Jan.

The alarm system blaring caution in my veins died down inside me. I sunk into his touch like it was a warm blanket, and I raised my head to sniff at his neck, bathing in the hot leathery smell that seeped from his scent glands.

"I read that touch is good for omegas from their alphas at all times," Janson explained, and I nodded along with him as if I understood. Overwhelming fatigue crept over my limbs.

For once, Jan stuttered over his words, unsure of himself. "Purring doesn't just happen when alphas are pleased. It's also a tool to soothe an omega. It's something... primal."

Little fires flicked up my back as Phoenix, my brave alpha, traced a hand up my back. I turned to pull his weight behind me onto the bed. He spooned me, pressing a stiff cock against my back and breathing in the sweat and cum I knew stuck to my skin like the hard candy coating of a strawberry sweet.

Phoenix purred, loud and silky smooth like his voice. I melted into him.

"You're not an experiment," Phoenix said. His voice was sharper than his featherlight touch, tracing featherlight hearts into my hip until I was wet again. "You're mine. I'll never let you go. I'll never hurt you."

I might have rolled my eyes, but the sweet sincerity of his voice had me licking my lips for more like his kisses did.

"Our princess," he murmured in my wild black hair. "I'll kill them for touching you."

Yes, my hindbrain said. I wanted to watch Phoenix use my knives to carve my father a new face. He'd never smiled at me, and I wanted to see him grin like he did when he greeted a new alpha preparing for a rut with me.

Alex's fresh lemon scent was missing from the makeshift nest of my bed. I whined a high, sharp sound that cut off halfway from my lips. It made my boys's hair stand on end, and both Jan and Phoenix tightened their grips and purred loudly.

I tried to sit up and only managed to prop myself onto an elbow. "Alex?" I asked the empty room.

I could smell Alex close, but he wasn't standing in his spot by the wall between the bookshelf and the window that was too bright. I shielded my eyes from the light and buried my face in Jan's warm leathery chest.