Page 37 of The Florist and Her Alphas

Bergamot from Ezra in the front passenger seat. Lemon from Julian behind the wheel. Black tea from Cole beside me, his thigh pressed against mine in the narrow back seat. Honey from August on my other side, warm and golden and so sweet it makes my head swim.

My scent blockers aren’t strong enough here.

The rose scent of me, thick and warm and unmistakably omega, is filling the car with every breath I take. My pussy is throbbing. Slick is soaking through my underwear, dampening the seat beneath my dress, and I press my thighs together and stare at the back of Julian’s head and try not to think about how four alphas can probably smell exactly how wet I am right now.

“We’re going to make it to the wedding,” August says quietly. His blue eyes find mine over the rims of his glasses. “I can feel how worried you are. But we’ll fix it. All of it. In time.”

“I hope so.”

August’s hand finds mine on the seat between us. “May I?”

I nod.

He pulls me onto his lap in one smooth motion. My ass lands on his thighs, my dress rucking up around my hips, and I gasp, one hand braced against his thigh.

“August… I thought you were just going to hold my hand,” I whisper.

“Is this uncomfortable?” His arms wrap around my waist. He holds me against his chest, and I feel it — the vibration. Deep. Resonant. A purr, low and steady, rolling through his chest and into my body where we’re pressed together.

An alpha’s purr. Meant to calm. Meant to soothe.

“No, it’s not uncomfortable, but…,” I say, trying to resist his calming effect. My shoulders stay rigid. My jaw stays clenched. I am stressed. I have a right to be stressed. This wedding is too important.

His purr deepens.

The vibration moves through my ribs, my spine, the base of my skull. My muscles begin to unlock, one by one, against my will. My head drops back until my neck rests against his collarbone. My breathing slows. My heartbeat steadies. The tight knot of anxiety in my chest unravels, thread by thread, until I am boneless against him, my body melting into his warmth like wax.

“Better?” he murmurs against my hair from behind.

“Yes,” I whisper. “But I need to think about work. The arrangements.”

“You’ll think about work when we get there,” he says, as his hand strokes slow circles between my shoulder blades. “Right now, just breathe.”

I’ve never met an alpha like this. Tender. Patient. Caring about my mental state like it matters. My eyes burn as I close my eyes and breathe in his honey scent.

Suddenly I feel him.

His erection.

Hard and thick against the curve of my ass, pressing through the fabric of his pants. My pussy clenches. Slick floods between my thighs, hot and sudden, soaking through my underwear and onto his lap. I can feel it. A warm, wet patch spreading across the seat of his pants where my pussy is pressed against him.

Oh god. Oh my god.

I try to jump off. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to.”

His arms tighten around my waist. He holds me there, his hips shifting slightly, his cock grinding against my ass through the layers of fabric. His mouth finds my ear.

“Don’t worry about it,” he whispers. His voice is rough. Dark. “It’s fine.”

I swallow. Hard.

My pussy is dripping.

I can feel slick running down my inner thighs, pooling beneath me on his lap. The car is slowly filling with my scent while four alphas are breathing it in. More slick drips from me as I sit on August’s erection.

I want all of them.

I want to be knotted.