I shifted uncomfortably on the couch, my thighs rubbing together, trying to ease the ache between my legs. Anders’s gaze turned to me again, fury in his eyes telling me he disliked the fact that I was doing that for myself too. As if rubbing my pussy on his couch was something of great offense.
So I rubbed harder, my eyes on him, challenging. His hands closed into a fist, a vein popped right on his temple, and my sensitive nipples rubbed against the fabric of my T-shirt, pushing me harder and further into an orgasm.
Per coughed, and my eyes found his. He looked pained, not irritated like Anders, just pained as if I was hurting him. I stopped for a second. I didn’t want to annoy him. He was being half decent.
“Your perfume is strong, forgive me.” He choked out his words.
Forgive him?My eyes lowered from his face down to his chest and finally landed on the tent of his pants. That was some erection. The other men were faring the same. I checked myself—one crotch after the other.
It must be the crazy I felt with the heat because I didn’t feel shy in the slightest to be ogling their goods. If anything, I wanted to hump the couch a little more, maybe open my legs just a bit—
“There are few house medicines.” Sven interrupted my perverted ideas. “It’s very rare for an omega to awaken without their chosen pack.”
“But it happened.” Anders said as if any of us were arguing that. “And now we have to deal with it.”
“I’ll draw you a bath.” Per dipped his chin and disappeared upstairs.
Chapter Nine
Per
Ileaned over the sink, slowly breathing in and out and telling my body to calm down. I was in my forties, and I had never seen an omega in the high of her heat.
She’s Karl’s daughter.
But she was rubbing herself on my couch, her scowl directed to Anders as if fighting him was turning her on. I wish shewere looking at me—not with that scowl of course, I’d prefer something nicer. Here I was, imagining what kind of look she would give me when I should be wishing that she wasn’t here at all.
And if here, not like this. Sven smelled like her. The lucky bastard got to sink his fingers inside her pussy before he knew.
Maybe my wishes were for me not to know. If I met Isadora somewhere away from here, I could just enjoy her perfume, the way her hip dipped, and how soft her cheeks looked.
There was no point in wishing. I knew that bitter reality well. Pushing against the sink, I moved to start the bath, before I found some medicinal herbs stocked in the back of the cabinet. My movements were automatic. My mind was split in two—one part wanted my erection to calm down, and the other wanted to sink into the little omega downstairs.
She’s Karl’s daughter.
“Isadora?” I called with my head out of the bathroom door. “Come over.”
The towel was new and soft, but I fluffed it anyway, trying to ignore that her perfume was overpowering me again as if stepping toward me, a vine closed around my ankle, pulling me into madness. By the time she reached the landing and I heard the soft padding of her steps, my cock was pressing against my zipper once again.
I couldn’t even look at her. I felt it in my bones when she came close. The cinnamon and star anise were thick in the air, choking me. I nodded to the bath, and the moment she stepped in, I closed the door, unable to remain standing if I saw any sliver of her perfect, smooth skin.
My mind was cloudy with the thoughts of Isadora, and I almost missed the havoc coming from downstairs. They didn’t raise their voices, and I couldn’t be sure what tone their statements were, not until I was in the middle of the stairs,too close already, and the argument broke into a fight. The distinctive sound of a punch hitting flesh got my teeth grating, and I ran down the last of the steps, arriving at the scene right when Sven flashed Anders a look, a hand over his now bleeding lip, and his fist was ready to swing.
“What the fuck?” I swore and put myself between them, my hands extended.
“He was about to fuck her!” Anders was boiling with anger.
“Why did you bring her here?” Sven asked from my other side.
Anders pushed against my hand, trying to get closer to Sven. “Not for you to fuck, that’s for sure.”
Sven opened his mouth to reply, but I’d had enough. “What’s done is done!”
I pushed Anders. He was a mountain and barely moved, but he got my meaning. I eyed Sven, wondering if he was going to start something, but all he did was look down at the blood on his hand and sneer at Anders.
“She is here,” I said once it didn’t look like they were about to get into each other’s throats. “It’s done.”
“She’s in heat because of him,” Anders added but didn’t try to swing on Sven.
