Their Omega's Heat

Eighteen: A Naughty Drive.

I moved through the clinic, pulling off my gloves and protective bib, stuffing them into the hazard bin and turning.

A small squeak left me as I slammed into Jace's deliciously but achingly solid chest.

"Ouch," I mumbled as his arms banded around my waist, hugging me close and chuckling amused.

"Do I need to kiss it better?" He asked in a small coo, looking down at me when I looked up pouting.

"Yes," I whined softly, widening my eyes with fake sadness. "My nose hurts,"

Jace grinned, his grey eyes shining as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of my nose. I smiled, giggling softly and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"How's it going, sweetie?" He asked, his nose brushing against mine in a loving nuzzle as we scented each other, our subtle movements of our hands tracing each other was a way to imprint our scent - our claim on the other.

"Good, Mabel just showed me some Wolfy meds I can use in the clinic," I grinned, Jace, chuckling at my use of the word 'wolfy'. "How's it going with the Omega's?" I asked, unable to stop my voice dripping with sadness and worry.

It had been two days since they'd arrived - Sigmund lacked the forces or strength to take on Blackwater; the Omegas made up a large part of their Pack. We'd sadly lost six of them the night we'd come back, succumbing to their injuries, but the other nearly eighty survivors were stable and healing well.

Some well enough to be initiated into the Pack tonight under the full moon.

Jace wrapped his arm around my shoulder, guiding me through the halls to the cafeteria.

"They're doing well," he said, his voice light but tired. "I discharge another twelve or so this morning," I grabbed a tray from the stack of the self-serve area, Jace and I stepping sideways together, sharing a small chuckle at our automatic actions.

"I'll pick food, you do drinks?" He offered, gesturing to the coffee machine across the room.

I chuckled. "Double espresso?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

He kissed me, not answering and instead countered with, "Chicken and bacon wrap with fruit salad?"

I scowled at him playfully, making him chuckle and we kissed before I danced off to the coffee machines, feeling his loving gaze watching me as I moved about the fancy machine Akira had taught me how to use.

I made myself a mocha and added caramel syrup to Jace's coffee before finding him waiting at a table.

"Thanks, baby," he sighed, taking the coffee when I sat down. He took a sip and then groaned, leaning his head back with his eyes closed as he licked the foam from his top lip.

"You make the best coffee," he said, as if it was a pure fact making me giggle and sip my own, just okay, coffee.

"I think it's the fancy machine and expensive coffee beans you buy," I teased, seeing him scowl at me slightly.

"You're starting to sound like Jax," he warned, setting my food in front of me, a smile twitching his lips.

I giggled, opening the seals on my salad and wrap. "Someone has to be the responsible one when we're together," I teased, taking a bite of my lunch and smiling at him.

He smiled around his Philly cheese steak, shaking his head in disagreement. "If we're out of work, we can be as irresponsible as we like," he stated, shrugging.

I laughed at that, rolling my eyes at him. "Such an Alpha mentality,"

He shrugged again. "I can be an Alpha and an i***t; Jax does it all the time and no one notices," he countered with a confident grin, making me burst into laughter.

We ate and talked about our morning, cleaned our mess and headed for the front door of the clinic.

"Excited for tonight?" Jace asked his arm around my waist and hugging me into his side, his hand rubbing my hip.

I nodded. "Scared but excited," I admitted, Zena, snickering at me for being a wimp.

"Why scared?" Jace asked, his voice gentle and curious as we stepped out into the afternoon autumn air, crisp and just a bit cold.

Jace instinctively pulled me closer to his body, his warmth seething through our clothes and his hand absently rubbed my side, ensuring I stayed warm despite the short walk to the car. His Wolf, Eros, was completely smitten with Zena and I - not that we were any better - always insisting Jace kept me warm and close in any situation that could see me potentially cold.

Even turning on the heater when we climbed into the car. I giggled, turning it off and ignoring his frown of annoyance, and his Wolf darkened his eyes.

"I'm scared," I said, drawing out the words to get his attention, anger darkening his eyes further at the thought of me being scared. I pressed on, "Cause I know I have to get jabbed with a knife tonight,"

Jace relaxed, his shoulders slumping and he frowned in a small pout. "Oh," he said, as if to say 'that's it?'. Shaking his head slightly, he put the car into reverse and pulled out before speaking again. "We can swap if you want?" He asked, though deadpan, I knew he was teasing.

"Ha-ha!" I said, humourless. "No, thanks. You're getting stabbed a bunch more than me," I countered, shuddering and Zena snarling in my head at the thought of my mates injured - even if they did it to themselves.

Jace chuckled, reaching out to take my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "It'll be a quick stab, some sweet words and then we're bonded - five minutes tops," he assured.

I bit back a smile, my thoughts going into the gutter and Zena pushed the words out. "I hope our mating night is longer," I muttered.

Jace gave me a surprised look, my cheek heating at my realisation of what I said.

My eyes snapped to his, seeing the shine of mischief and arousal coat them as he smirked. "Oh, really, sweetheart?" He purred, stopping the car suddenly between the Packhouse and the den, parking us between trees and concealing us.

My cheeks burned as he turned on me, unbuckling my seat belt smoothly and grabbing my hips, pulling me easily onto his lap and straddling him.

He smiled up at me, wicked and promising as my breath faltered, nerves and arousal flooding me and the car filled with the scent.

Jace growled lustfully, reaching a hand to the back of my neck. "Come here," he groaned, pulling me down and our lips crashed together, a swell of heat and need taking me.

I moaned, writhing against him as his hands caressed my skin, lifting my shirt to cup my breast over my bra and he nibbled my bottom lip. A gasp left me when he bit down harder, his hand on my neck pressing us impossibly closer as his tongue explored mine.

His other hand squeezed and groped, his fingers brushing against my bare skin where the bra didn't cover, sending jolts of hot pleasure through me, my body writhing in his lap. I felt daring, a spark of confidence shooting through me as my hand travelled down his chest, reaching for his pants.

"Sweetheart," he growled in warning as I undid his button and fly.

"Alpha," I breathed back, needy and lust-filled, his eyes snapping to mine to see they were just as dilated with arousal as his. My hand moved between us, a small whine of pleasure leaving me when I grasped his hard length, freeing it from his jeans between us. He groaned, his eyes fluttering close as I started to milk him, my bottom lip trapped between my teeth as I watched the control switch and my mate became putty, leaning back and groaning as I continued.

"Does that feel good?" I found myself asking, watching his perfectly thick and ribbed length slide through my hands, needing both to properly circle his girth - a sudden hunger made my mouth water.

"Ugh, so f*****g good," Jace grunted, my thumb flicking over the bead of dew that gathered on the tip of his c**k.

His eyes watched me with a burning intensity as I drew my thumb to my lips and opened, my tongue darting out nervously at first until the salty nectar hit it and I found myself moaning, sucking my thumb clean and disappointed when I'd done a thorough job.

Jace chuckled darkly beneath me, making me look at him confused.

His hand, still on my neck, pulled me towards him, not kissing me like I thought he would, instead nuzzling me and teasing me with soft grazes. His hand fell away from my breast, a small whine leaving me that he hushed me for, kissing my cheek tenderly. His lips moved to my ear. "Be a good girl for me," he purred, moving us and the car seat until I was kneeling in the gap between him and the steering wheel.

He grinned at me, a wild look in his eyes as he grasped his c**k, pulsing and angry almost as he stroked it a few times, watching me as my eyes followed intently.

"Do you want to suck your Alpha's big c**k, little mate?" He asked, his voice thick and rough, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

I bit my lip, my dark eyes meeting his and I nodded. "Yes, please," I whispered, breathless and felt myself get more turned on by my own admittance - the thought of having my mouth around him. I bit my lip again, nervous as I admitted again. "I've never done it before,"

He smirked, proud and pleased, reaching out to grab the back of my hair in a light fist that made me gasp with excitement. "Shhh, Sweetheart. I'll teach you," he soothed, guiding me to sit up more and hover over his waist, His c**k inches from my lips.

"Okay," I breathed, a feeling of total trust and love flowing between us as he caressed my cheek for a moment, grasping my hair lightly again.

"Put your hands on my thighs, baby," he instructed softly, my hands instantly responding, curling slightly at the feeling of his muscles and strength under my hands.

He smirked, continuing. "When I'm going too deep, just tap my legs, okay?" He asked sweetly, but his c**k twitched so invitingly that I almost forgot to nod.

He chuckled, noticing. "Open your mouth for me, sweet girl." He guided, watching as I obeyed and lowered myself instinctively towards his waiting c**k he still held and stroked every few words.

A groan of pleasure left him as I sunk around him, my mouth barely fitting him but the moment his taste filled my senses, I was lost, moving on my own as I bobbed myself on him.

"f**k, Sweetheart!" He gave a gasped moan of surprise, his body twitching in a small spasm as I grasped him, milking him with what my mouth couldn't fit. His hand loosely held my hair, letting me pleasure him at my own pace.

I felt myself getting wetter, my panties soaked as I milked and sucked, his veins and length choking me every so often but it only heightened my arousal, uncaring I was drooling, gagging or choking as Jace panted beneath me.

"f**k, Loddie," he grunted, fisting my hair to try to pull me back. "I'm close," he groaned out, my hand moving faster and my tongue flashed across his lusciously soft head, willing him to let me taste it all.

He gave a panted chuckle, his hand suddenly cupping the back of my head. "Fine, I'll fill that naughty throat of yours then." He said, taking control and thrusting into my mouth.

A surprised moan ripped through me, enjoying the control and care in his touch as he f****d my mouth. After a moment, he gritted his teeth, his hips bucking before his c**k twitched. "Swallow all of me, Melody." He commanded in a growl, a whine leaving me as hot streams of his seed coated my tongue and throat.

He pulled back, fisting his length, letting some of it paint my lips and grinned in complete satisfaction as I swallowed the last of him before I licked my lips clean.

I panted from the floor as we watched each other, Jace leaning forward to gather me up and pulling me into his lap, hugging me sweetly. "Such a naughty little mate," he teased, making me giggle and blush and he nuzzled my cheek. "Let's go home," he said then, moving me to sit back in the passenger chair and put himself away, grinning at me as he winked at me. "I need to thank you for that," he said, hinting, and the scent of my arousal filled the car, making Jace chuckle darkly, filled with promise.