Lucky Angels (Omegaverse Smutfic) (first draft)

Ten

Alex held me against the laundry countertop, rubbing his hands up and down my back and pressing sweet kisses to my forehead and cheeks. His cock was still stiff and untended in his pants, but he made no move to touch himself. He purred and nodded his chin against the top of my head, marking me with his mostly-cinnamon scent.

My hindbrain had launched itself forward in the mix of our bodies, and it soared high and elated. I felt free, all limp after-sex gooeyness and fried nerves. I hung from Alex's broad shoulders, tears still stuck to my cheeks, and I hiccuped away another torrent of sobs at the aftershocks of pleasure that rung through my body.

"We need a safeword," I said, because Alex's hands and mouth were so good and not enough and too much.

Alex laughed with a deep rumble that vibrated through both of us. I felt him nod against me, but he didn't let me go.

"Jan told me even fingers can do the trick when you're in heat," Alex said.

My lips parted. Had he been researching my heat with Jan?

"I have to shower," I said.

Tears still dripped from my eyes, but I pulled away from Alex's touch and slid off the countertop to pick up my basketball shorts with shaking knees. Alex let me slide them over my ass, then herded me back into his warmth, clasping his arms around me until he hand me in an unshakeable hug, firm but soft.

"I have to shower," I repeated. My voice was tired and hoarse, and sweat and vanilla and cinnamon clouded my nostrils, too heavy for my liking. I needed to wash my scent from my body and scrub myself clean until there was nothing left.

"No," Alex said.

I pulled at his arms halfheartedly, knowing he wouldn't let me go.

"I like your scent," Aled admitted, and there was a faint blush across his high freckled cheekbones. "Fuck, I love the way you smell, baby, you make me feel like I'm in heaven. I wish you'd never wash away your perfume."

I didn't know how he could blush when he'd just had his fingers inside me, but then I felt a rising heat painting my own cheeks. I still couldn't stop the tears that leaked steadily from my eyes or the shaking in my legs. Alex held me tight to his chest, leaning all of his weight back against the counter.

"When my perfume started, they'd send in another alpha to the lab."

Alex went rigid around me, and his soothing hands turned to fists at my back. "Nothing will be left standing when we're done with them."

"That's what I'm afraid of," I confessed. "Alex, this heat, I'm worried –"

"No one will lay a finger on you without you begging for it," he growled.

I shook my head in his neck, rubbing cinnamon hinted with lemon across my cheeks. "I'm scared about what will happen to the pack."

"You're scared of the pack?" Alex laughed almost mockingly, and I bristled with annoyance as if he'd just dismissed me. Then he said, "We're all head over heels in love with you, Wren. We've just been waiting for you."

There was a full minute of silence, and when Alex spoke again, a touch of concern fused with his voice. "I'm only scared one of us will bite you in the heat of the moment."

Bite. The word struck a cord within me, and I closed my throat just as a needy whine tried to escape. My hindbrain wanted a bite, wanted that permanent bond that we'd said we'd never form. I wasn't scared of it like I had been the first time Jack suggested we shouldn't bond ourselves to an omega as assassins. No, I wanted it because I knew something Jack and Alex didn't, something only Phoenix seemed to understand. I wouldn't live if my boys didn't live. And I was beginning to think the opposite was true too.

"I'm trying to trust the pack," I confessed. "I'm trying to trust you."

Maybe it went against everything I'd taught myself about alphas. Then again, that was when I was one. Now I understood that trust was the only thing that was going to get us through my heat.

Alex recognized the implied question in my wavering voice. "You can trust me," he said.

The simple words made me relax in his arms. We stayed like that, basking in each other's smells and body heat. After a while, I stopped crying and pulled away to tuck my bra back down under my breasts.

"You claw like an alpha in a rut," Alex teased. He shrugged his t-shirt back down his chest, but I didn't miss the trickles of blood that had dried on his arms and shoulders.

"You deserved it," I shot back, but the side of my mouth turned upward into a grin. I didn't feel remotely guilty. Mine, my hindbrain insisted, and I wondered briefly if I hadn't marked him on purpose.

"Want to catch a late lunch?"

I shook my head. "Shower."

We left the gym a mess of lustful pheromones, smelling strongly of vanilla and cinnamon.

I knew from the moment I stepped into the shower and my perfume flared in the moist heat that I wasn't going to get my scent off my skin ever again. My vanilla and clover smell was so potent it was starting to make me feel sick even as a rising need built high between my legs. I could have touched myself, but my nerves were still on fire from Alex's fingers, and I knew that if I did, I would be crying again instead of orgasming.

When I finally exited the shower, my skin was raw and angry. I'd scrubbed past the point of giving up, then kept scrubbing just in case I could strip my scent from my skin. I couldn't.

The mirror revealed a pale, tiny thing, her wet black hair hanging limp around her shoulders over her bosom until it plastered to her front, wet strands clinging to her swollen breasts. And my tits! My tits were covered in honeysuckled bruises, and one nipple was inflamed in bright red. My eyes crawled up the patchwork of my scarred skin to the large greying bruise on my neck where Alex had nearly bitten me. Widened black eyes, my eyes, met me in the mirror.

I wanted to curse, but my hindbrain, which had settled in the back of my mind since my encounter with Alex, now roared forward with a flash of need in my eyes. Alpha. Mate. Bite.

The edges of my lips turned upward in the mirror, and the girl reflected back at me and smirked wickedly. I knew something that my hindbrain didn't. Alex had marked me either way with a cruel truth I'd hoped I'd never hear in my life. That I was loved.