Page 26 of Where There’s Smoke (Fire House Omegas #2)

Elliot

M y pack mates were supposed to be helping Melody cool off, but I had my suspicions that they were doing a lot more.

She was still lucid enough to consent, though, so I wasn't too concerned as I returned to my office and grabbed my phone to call the doctor.

“Hey, Elliot! How are your guys? Is this a work call?” Dr. Kirkland was an old friend who often helped out when it came to firefighter injuries.

“All the guys are good, but I do have a question. Could you potentially prescribe suppressants for an omega?”

The other line was silent for a moment.

“I can, but you're going to have to explain the situation to me before I can do that in good conscience.”

I quickly ran through the story of how Melody had come to stay at the firehouse. “My pack mates are kind of dating her, but she's suddenly been hit by a heat. She’s still new to being an omega, and we don't want to push her into anything, so she mentioned discussing suppressants.”

“Has she started nesting?”

“A little, she stole a bunch of our clothing.”

“And are you guys… well, have you been knotting her?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s what Samson and Fitz are doing right now,” I admitted. “She’s still semi lucid, so they want to help her through the spike.

The doctor was so quiet, I could practically hear him thinking through the phone.

“Elliot, this probably isn't going to be good news, but I can't prescribe her suppressants. It is not recommended to take them for your first heat unless you've been on them for months beforehand. Given the shock that would have made her present, she probably needs to get through this heat.”

“Fuck…”

“I know it's not ideal, but after she gets through it, you can bring her to the office, and I can talk her through her options.”

Melody was going into heat in the firehouse, and we couldn't put a stop to it.

“What do we do?”

“Talk to her. If she is still lucid enough, she can consent to you joining her for the heat, or she may decide to go through it solo. If she decides to do it solo, you will have to stay away from her.”

That made sense. The scent of an omega in heat was like crack to an alpha.

“This is going to be difficult,” I groaned.

“Are you guys on shift?”

“No, we are almost done. Samson and Fitz can be there for her.”

“Good. Now, unfortunately, there's not much I can do on the phone until you can bring her into the office for me to see her. So go keep an eye on her and keep me updated on how it's going.”

I agreed and said my goodbyes before hanging up. Slamming the phone down, I pinched the bridge of my nose. How was I going to manage this? Omegas shouldn’t be living in firehouses. Sure, it had worked out well for Station Sixteen, but I could see this quickly becoming a disaster.

Why was I doing this? This was absolutely not what I was supposed to be doing.

I still didn’t know how my body had come to an agreement, carrying me toward the sounds and smells of Melody’s heat, when my brain was still dwelling on how this was a bad idea.

Melody had literally just been pissed at me. Was she even going to want me there?

But I couldn’t stop myself. I couldn’t deny how badly I wanted to be in that room with the three of them, with Melody .

I was hard as a damn diamond at the scents that filtered down the hall, my mind cooking up images of that omega taking my pack mates' knots.

My own pulsed, and I needed to be there for her.

I needed to be involved in the heat. Finding myself in front of the door to my bedroom, the sounds hit me like a gut punch—moans and whimpers.

Fuuuck.

I pushed on the door, fully expecting to find it locked, but it wasn’t.

It opened easily, and there in Melody’s little nest—the one she’d “accidentally” made with our shirts and a plethora of blankets—were the three of them, a tangled mess of limbs as Fitz and Samson both knotted her.

It was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen in my life, and my pack mates immediately clued in to my arrival.

They looked my way briefly, both of them fitted inside Melody, and my knot throbbed. The heat was so damn potent, and even as she was knotted, I could smell Melody’s melon scent thick in the air. She was giving off that sweet perfume in waves that rocked me like a stormy ocean.

I was moving inside before I could stop myself or think better of it. “Melody.”

Just her name. It was all I could get out. Neither Fitz nor Samson could deny her when she’d begged for their help.

The frenzy that I knew heats could be seemed dulled, Fitz and Samson catching their breath as they waited for their knots to go down. But Melody, even through the heat haze, her eyes lidded and drowsy, still looked over at me and reached out, making grabby motions with her fingers.

“Knot.” Her voice was quiet but intense, desperate . “Elliot, now.”

“No, we need to talk,” I insisted softly, making her frown.

“No. Knot!”

I glanced at my pack mates. “Is she lucid?”

Fitz winced. “Kinda.”

“Melody…” I waited until I was sure she was looking at me. “The doctor said you need to ride this heat out, since it’s your first. What do you want?”

“Knots.”

I glowered at her. “If you’re not lucid, you won’t get my knot,” I growled.

Melody sat up, glowering at me. “I assure you, Elliot, I'm still lucid enough I could go through the alphabet, maybe solve some light equations—not heavy equations, 'cause I can't do that on the best day.

But I'm aware enough to know that what I want are knots, and if you don't want to give them to me, I am sure Fitz and Samson will be happy to oblige.”

“I…” The words weren’t coming, and for each moment that I stood there, breathing in that heavenly scent of melon and the undeniable perfume of sex that suffused the air, I fell deeper and deeper into my own desperation.

I had to have that omega beneath me, taking my knot, calling out my name.

She was lucid, that was clear enough from her little speech. And she wanted me.

With a low, hungry growl, I stalked across the room, straight to Melody as she crawled to a new section of her little nest, the knot having gone down enough for her to move.

Samson and Fitz stood back, fighting grins because I was sure they were loving this.

I was giving in. I was here, ready to help Melody through her heat in any way I could, despite everything.

Mine. She’s all fucking mine now.

“Lift those hips, omega.” I pulled my shirt over my head, not caring that the buttons nearly popped off in the process.

My jeans were next, and I shucked them off, along with my boxers, leaving everything in a pile on the floor.

“You’re going to present like my good girl, and I’m going to knot you. Take all the pain away.”

“Yes, please,” she whimpered, looking back over her shoulder at me as I ran my gaze over her entire body.

Melody was so flushed, her skin rosy and coated in a delicate sheen of sweat. Her swollen folds dripped with slick and cum from my pack mates clinging to her. My cock throbbed, and a hard, needy growl left me, forcing me to move right up to her, getting into the nest and kneeling behind Melody.

My cock brushed against her seam as I leaned over Melody’s back, kissing along her spine.

I could even taste that melon on her feverish skin.

She arched against the gentle caresses, her head kicking back.

I snatched up a handful of her hair, winding the locks around my fist as I sank back onto my knees, using my other hand to circle the head of my cock against her clit.

“Elliot! Oh, hell!”

“That’s right, omega. I love to hear you cry out my name.

” I teased her, slipping past her folds and coating my shaft in her slick.

She’d need help to take me. She was such a slim thing, and if it wasn’t for the fact that she’d just taken Fitz and Samson, I’d have been worried about her ability to do this. “Goddamn, you’re so wet.”

“Please.” It was a needy plea, a beg for more that went straight to my cock, making me twitch against her and making my knot throb. “Knot me, Elliot. Please, for fuck’s sake, knot me .”

Everything else in the world dropped away.

I didn’t know what my pack mates were doing, and I didn’t give a single flying fuck.

Hearing Melody beg for me was music to my ears, and any restraint I’d been holding on to vanished.

Using her hair as an anchor as I gripped her other hip roughly, I began to sheathe myself deep inside Melody’s pussy.

She was so damn tight around me, her walls clamping down as I pressed in.

Her gorgeous body was drawing mine in, and I gave her more, inch after inch, until I was seated right up to my knot.

I needed Melody coming if she was going to take me, and rocked my hips back and forth, starting a slow but powerful rhythm.

“Oh, god. It’s so much.” Melody’s voice was a rough whine, and I looked up from staring at where I fucked her to her sweet face, her eyebrows pinched as she took me. “Oh, Elliot.”

That melon scent was everywhere, coating my cock and skin as it permeated the air. I wanted to wear it on me forever, carry around Melody’s delicious scent all damn day and all damn night. She moved quicker on instinct, and I followed right along, pistoning my hips as we moved faster.

And then she cried out, the orgasm claiming her. Melody pulsed around my cock, slick flooding her as the delicious sensations brought me closer to my own release.

“You’re doing so well, firecracker,” Fitz praised, and I watched him find a spot by her face, kissing her as I thrust all the way inside her again, testing her with my knot, then pulling back.

“Dammit, please.” She wiggled against me, bouncing herself up and down my cock and trying to get my knot inside her. “I need it. Now .”

I smirked, satisfaction lighting me up from the inside.

I loved the look of her like this, all needy for my knot, slick dripping down her thighs.

I could watch this, do this, for hours. Sinking in up to the knot again, I leaned forward, dragging my hand from her hip up over her ass to give the omega a slap on the left cheek.

She yelped but melted into the sensation.

“Are you that needy for me? Just aching for my knot?”

Melody nodded frantically, a tiny sob escaping her. “Yes! Please!”

“God, I love to hear you beg for me like that.” I shifted forward, guiding my knot into her slowly.

I squeezed her ass again, taking a firm handful, and then released it, dipping my thumb toward her asshole and teasing.

If she could take Samson there, she’d be fine.

“Fuck me, omega. Thrust that little body down on my knot.”

She did, and I was fairly certain that my soul left my body.

The way Melody gave me everything she could, sinking down over my knot.

Her pussy gripped me so damn tight, milking me for all that it was worth.

She was stretched so beautifully around me, and I thrust harder.

Once, twice, three times, and then I was barreling right off the edge with her.

“Ugh!” she moaned, and her body shuddered around me, gripping tight on my knot with her tight asshole clenching around my thumb.

“Melody,” I growled, dropping my head toward her back as my cock jerked and my swollen knot emptied everything inside her. I pumped ropes of cum into her tight little pussy, the heat of her skin like a damn furnace.

It dragged on until there was nothing left in me, and Melody’s knees trembled beneath me. I eased us down onto our sides. My breath rushed in and out of me, mirrored by Melody’s, and in the quiet of the room, it hit me that I’d really knotted her during her heat. There was no going back from this.

Yeah…a talk is definitely in our immediate future.