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Burning rubber and smoke drifts in the night air, cloudy wisps weaving through like a dense fog highlighted by street lamps and the blurry neon under glow of a race car. Bright headlights cut through the air like a knife, illuminating the lines of asphalt that bear the trace of residual heat of scorching friction. The rev of engines echo in Zoey’s ears, an addicting buzz that spreads at the base of her skull, tingling the back of her head in the most delightful of ways before it radiates out and dips down the column of her spine.
Driving has always been a part of her life, and when she learned to drive stick and race, it sucked her in, expanding her horizons to new tracks and racing grounds, drifting through mountain roads and perfecting the art through the tight corners of crowded city blocks.
Zoey breathes in the smell of rubber and nitrous, the nose-wrinkling odor of gasoline smothering the night and the mix of awe and excitement that radiates from the crowd in waves. Adrenaline is a warm hand creeping up her spine as she races through the city streets, a crooked grin plastered on her lips as her hands remain steady on the wheel and the gear shift of her Nissan Skyline R32. It’s a classic model, original stock meant to stop an onlooker and hook them with the white beauty of boxy, angular curves. Dark tinted windows reflect the neon skyline, the image of tall hi-rises bouncing off the glass like a vaporwave dream.
Headlights gleam bright as they reflect off of her rear view mirror, but Zoey is nothing but the picture of leisure as she rockets down the street, gears shifting smoothly as her feet presses on the pedals, the sound and feel of drifting as natural as breathing to her. A soft sigh slips loose before a big grin overtakes her face. Her car drifts along the curve of a freeway, taillights whipping gracefully before the road straightens out.
By the time those headlights try to reach her, she’s already out the car, parked well past the finish line. The crowd has swarmed her already, and Zoey laughs loudly as music swells along with the cheering crowd. There’s high-fives and hands dapping up, rolls of money exchanged as the pot gets passed to her, and excited voices congratulating her over and over again.
The hype dies down after at least 10 more minutes then the crowd moves back to the starting line for the next race. Zoey moves her Skyline over to the rows of street racing cars lining the parking lot, perfectly fitting in with other modded cars and fine-tuned exotic vehicles. Car meets are her favorite places to be, right after being behind the wheel in an exhilarating race. It’s a specific type of joy, one where she can revel in the sport and nerd out about the latest car mods and racing techniques and practically anything car related.
Zoey leans against the hood of her Skyline as the next race begins preparation, her eyes on the cars lining up by the starting point. White sneakers are crossed at her ankles, a white pair of baggy cargo pants cling to her legs, and a soft cotton t-shirt hugs her torso loosely, its light blue color elevating her casual, chill vibe even more. There’s a black bucket hat on her head, a flaming hot wheel patched onto the middle, and rightfully so given the appropriate location.
Music loops in the background, the source coming from the tricked-out van whose trunk happens to double as a DJ booth. It’s a wicked idea, and Zoey’s head slowly bobs along to the track playing right now. Her eyes are feasting on the rows of cars around her, some vintage stock and others fitted with the latest street mods. Zoey’s eyes widen whenever she catches a glimpse of illegal modifications, or her gaze captivated by a sick paint job, or even an earful of a beautiful roar of an expertly tuned engine. It’s like she’s in heaven, and the best part, Zoey thinks as she grins, is that she gets to be part of this divine experience every night.
Neon glows from the underbodies of cars and the street lamps of the large parking lot provide ample lighting for the car meet of the night. Zoey’s eyes wander casually, taking in the wandering lines of people admiring cars and racers, crowding at the race sidelines, or hanging out in small groups scattering all around the lot. There are even some vendor stalls set up by the corner.
There’s so many people around, so many scents too, and Zoey likes to wind down after a thrilling race by people-watching. She leans back on the hood of her car, balancing on her elbows as she enjoys the atmosphere. The roar of engines hum in the background, and Zoey feels totally at peace.
Until a flash of pink and purple gleam in the peripheral of her vision. A passing blur of bright color. Zoey thinks it’s someone’s LED’s for a second, but then motion accompanies the pair of colors. She turns her head and Zoey swears her heart skips a beat. Or several. Yeah, let’s go with several heart skips and add in her breath hitching for good measure.
There’s two girls—no, scratch that—two fine ass women walking through the lot. They’re models. They must be with the way they look gorgeous just walking. Just walking. Like come on, who does that? Models, that’s who. Anyway, Zoey feels like her face is burning hot and her head is dizzy. Or maybe that’s the lack of oxygen to her brain. She sucks in a deep breath as she watches the pair walk down the pathway like it’s a runway, mesmerized by their pretty eyes and even prettier faces. Her heart is pounding and she just can’t help herself as her gaze drops down slowly, mouth slack by fitted crop tops barely concealing toned abs and curvy hips, maybe even drooling a bit at those shorts accentuating long, gorgeous legs that goes on and on and on.
She wants to wear those thighs like earphones—wait, hold up. Zoey’s ears are flushed red as the pair walk by where she’s lounged on her Skyline’s hood. Purple makes eye contact with her and smiles, a radiant beam of pretty and coy and sensual beauty all wrapped into one beautiful expression. Zoey smiles back, a little stunned by how pretty she is, and her heart hammers against the cage of her ribs when Purple giggles behind her hand and nudges her companion. Pinky is deadly up close, her face is sculpted by angels birthed by the Renaissance, angular beauty and marble cheeks made to cut up gay girls like Zoey. And the lip tint of those plump lips shine when they curl up into a smirk. Pinky winks at her— goddamn winks at her—and all Zoey can do is give her best lazy chill smile and wave her fingers slowly, trying to act cool and suave as she feels her pulse echo like a thunderclap from her chest all the way down to her toes.
They giggle and wave at her as they pass by and wow, Zoey watches them go with a heavy sigh of yearning, gaze lingering on their long, luscious purple and pink hair waving behind them, eye sight dropping on their swaying hips. She’s dazed by the sight of them, and then the real puncher lands a one-two combo on her in the aftermath. Their scent—holy hell, their scent. It hits Zoey like a truck, the thick syrupy smell of cedarwood and honey, the blooming jasmine held by calming sandalwood, so warm and inviting. Her alpha preens and growls, salivating at their scents, intoxicated by a mere glimpse of their beauty and addicted to their passing scents.
Omegas, Zoey thinks as she stares at nothing in particular, still lost in the sight and scent of those gorgeous women. Oh, how she wants to be there in the thick of it, her arms draped around either shoulder, or maybe be draped on by them. She lays down fully on the hood of her car and groans as the back of her head knocks gently against the material, incredulous by the memory of them. She rubs her face with her palms and tries to snap out of it. She’s never felt like this before, yearning and gay panicking over two drop-dead gorgeous women.
Their scents linger, cloying around Zoey, playful and warm and inviting. Cedarwood and honey, jasmine and sandalwood, pink and purple.
//
The second time Zoey sees Pinky and Purple again is two nights later at the same parking lot. The car meet is already midway and Zoey’s hopped up on the adrenaline high of a few consecutive race wins when she catches a whiff of a familiar scent. It’s fleeting when mixed in with the prominent odor of nitrous and rubber and the blended mingle of the crowd, but Zoey’s brain tingles as cedarwood and honey caresses her nose. She pauses while seated on the edge of her hood, head lifting to catch a glimpse of long, long legs. What the fuck… Zoey’s eyes trail up the length, mouth going slack when she meets pretty brown eyes staring back at her. Plump lips smirk at her, and Zoey gulps while staring in a daze.
Her lips look so soft.
“You should take a picture. It would last longer.” Pinky’s voice is a sultry timbre, naturally husky with mirth ringing clear in her tone. She smiles slowly, the expression tugging at the corner of her lips as Zoey snaps out of her staring.
“I mean, if you’re offering.” Zoey returns the smile, a little crooked grin as tilts her chin in a nod. It gets a soft laugh out of Pinky, and Zoey is mesmerized again by the way her head tips back a little as she laughs, catching the sight of the high ponytail of her pink-red hair gently swaying behind her back.
“Can I get your name, gorgeous?” Zoey continues on undeterred, grinning when she spots a hint of pink sprawling across Pinky’s cheeks. “Or do I have to keep referring to you as Pinky in my head?”
“Pinky? How original.” Pinky chuckles before taking another step closer to Zoey, looking down on the racer perched on the hood of her car. With a mirrored grin, she says, “Mira. You can remember the name, yeah?”
“Mira.” Zoey says the name slowly with her eyes locked with Mira’s, a soft tension rising as she tests the name on her tongue. She doesn’t miss the soft shiver that rolls through Mira’s frame. The scent of cedar and honey grows a little bit thicker, a little sweeter in the air. “As if I would ever forget you, babes.”
“Hmm, how forward.” Mira’s lips curl upwards as she takes another step forward, now standing in between Zoey’s spread legs, her bare shins grazing the fabric of the racer’s baggy jeans.
Zoey’s hand twitches, fingers curling into her palm as she fights the urge to lift her hands and rest them on Mira’s hips. Her crop top reveals her midriff, a teasing tantalizing sight, and Zoey swallows the sigh that wants to escape her throat. She sits up a little straighter, posture casual but leaning towards Mira all the same, giving the omega all of her attention.
Mira’s sweet, warm scent grows stronger as if preening in response to Zoey’s attention. And that makes her alpha purr, a satisfied rumble building at the base of her chest.
“I’m Zoey.”
“Zoey.” Now it’s Mira’s turn to say her name, and god, Zoey feels something electric sliding down her spine with the way Mira says it, tongue rolling softly in her mouth as she looks down at the alpha.
With a twinkle in her eyes, Mira inches a little closer, a slender hand resting on the curve of Zoey’s shoulder. Warmth seeps through Zoey’s baggy t-shirt, Mira’s touch burning right past the fabric and into her skin. Her alpha rumbles and Zoey can’t deny the urge to touch now that Mira has reached out first.
Her hands come up to Mira’s waist, hovering for a second before touching, quick to grab onto the omega’s hips with a firm grip before unceremoniously pulling her into Zoey’s lap. Surprise flickers across Mira’s expression before it’s replaced by delightful approval. She’s seated sideways on Zoey’s thigh, legs pressed together as she sits in the cradle of the alpha’s lap. Her hand remains on Zoey’s shoulder, fingers now curling into the fabric of Zoey’s shirt in a loose hold.
With the small space between them, Zoey lets her subdued scent out, relaxing as the warm weight of Mira lies so close to her. Ocean mist and citrus wafts off of her, and there’s a feeling of smug satisfaction washing over Zoey as she watches Mira’s expression shift into one of wanting, of interest growing as she takes in the alpha’s scent.
“I was wondering where your scent was.”
“I don’t give out my scent to just anyone, gorgeous.”
“Are you always this bold when you’re talking to girls?”
“Only when long-legged goddesses come up to chat with me.”
The banter feels natural, chemistry instantly meshing as they slip into conversation, soft grins reflected in the neon glow of cars and street lamp spotlights from above.
“Are you a model? You gotta be a model, Mira.” The question sits on the tip of her tongue, leaping off as she cradles Mira’s waist in her palms. Zoey reins in the urge to squeeze those hips. Man, those hips don’t lie.
“Why do you ask?” Amusement glitters in Mira’s eyes, and Zoey can’t resist the soft sigh that slips out the corner of her mouth. Mira is so pretty without even realizing it.
“You’re so pretty. Like ridiculously pretty. I could pick you out of a crowd any time of the day.” Zoey grins softly as she says it like it is. Honest and blunt, never one to hide or filter her thoughts when she’s comfortable. Especially as she relaxes under Mira’s warm gaze.
“I am. Just some photoshoots and brand collabs. And you,” Mira lifts a finger to boop at Zoey’s nose, giggling despite the blush that has darkened over her own cheeks. “Are a certified sweet talker.”
“I’m just speaking the truth.” Zoey gives Mira’s waist a soft squeeze, not able to resist the urge this time, delighting in the omega’s reaction of shivering before scooting closer towards Zoey. Her teeth bite down on her bottom lip to stifle the big grin in response, preening at the way Mira curls an arm around her shoulder. She can only focus on the warmth of Mira’s arm, of Mira’s torso leaning into hers, skin tingling where they’re touching. She breathes in the omega’s scent and purrs quietly, content while feeling like she’s drifting on a cloud.
Jasmine and sandalwood drift by subtly, but both Zoey and Mira pick out the scent easily. Mira’s gaze snaps to a certain direction, and Zoey follows her line of sight until her eyes land on a tall figure, purple braid swaying behind a woman with every leisurely step she takes.
Mira’s lips curl into a smile while Zoey feels her mouth drop slack once more. It’s Purple, and Zoey’s ears are flushed pink as she watches her, admiring the shorts hugging her waist, the white halter crop top, and the yellow racing jacket that makes her look effortlessly cool. Mira waves her over, and there’s amusement in her eyes once she catches sight of the omega perched on Zoey’s thigh.
“Rumi! Over here!”
“I see you’ve been busy, Mira.” Rumi says once she gets within earshot of the two, a soft giggle falling from her lips as she stops right in front of them. Her scent reaches out for Mira, curling around the omega with familiarity. Jasmine and sandalwood coils at Zoey’s ankles, tentatively curious yet still warm.
“Rumi, this is Zoey. Zoey, Rumi.” Mira introduces them easily, voice cutting in smooth before cutting off as her gaze flickers between the two.
“Rumi.” Zoey tests the name out on her tongue, saying it slowly, drinking in the consonants as she looks at the omega, admiring her beauty up close. “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”
The three of them blink before Zoey flushes red, spluttering at her unfiltered reply. “Uh, um—I mean.”
Mira laughs loudly while Rumi beams, pink blooming on her cheeks as she leans in a little closer, her scent growing sweeter after the compliment.
“Thank you, Zoey. You’re sweet.” She tucks a strand of purple behind her ear, slightly bashful before she takes it in stride. Mirth and curiosity swims in her gaze, glancing at Mira once before returning to Zoey.
“Are you a model too?” Zoey snaps her teeth shut. God, she’s really on a roll, huh.
Rumi giggles before nodding, “Yeah. I assume Mira told you?”
No, she didn’t, but Zoey rolls with it anyway.
“‘Course. Someone as pretty as you gotta be a model or a celebrity.” Zoey tilts her head, a charming smile on her lips. She’s not laying it on thick, just stating the truth. And it earns a genuine smile from Rumi, that pretty blush on her cheeks intensifying afterwards.
“Oh, you’re a sweet talker. Are you like this with all the girls you flirt with?”
“Like I told Mira, it’s only for the goddesses that come to bless me with their beauty.” Zoey grins up at Rumi, a cheeky smile as she pairs it with a wink. The omega laughs again and Zoey’s smile turns into a beam. Oh, her ego is inflated like a balloon. Making not one but two pretty omegas laugh makes her alpha feel like it’s over the moon.
“Do you two come here often? I would have noticed if you two definitely did.” Zoey is curious. She’s not seen them around here before.
“Not really. A friend told us about it. We wanted a change of scenery.” Rumi takes a half-step closer, and Zoey notices. She smiles and lets her scent pump out slowly, an invitation extended as ocean mist and citrus pours over to Rumi like a soft drifting cloud. Rumi’s expression visibly brightens, the stiffness in her shoulders loose now, and Zoey preens silently.
“Does that mean you come here often?” Mira asks as she taps at Zoey’s shoulder.
“Yeah, almost every other night. I can’t keep myself away from the races.” The grin on Zoey’s mouth eases as the topic turns to racing. Nothing makes her more comfortable, and her casual vibes extends to the two omegas, providing a sense of comfort that’s cozy and appealing.
“Oh, you’re a racer? That’s so cool!” Rumi leans in, excitement gleaming in her eyes now. Mira’s hand comes up to graze her lower back, fingers resting comfortably on her hip.
“Yeah! Won quite a few races with this baby right here.” Zoey taps the hood of her Skyline lovingly, a megawatt smile on her face as she starts talking on the topic. Rumi’s such a great and attentive listener, her eyes never straying from Zoey as she launches into a story of her last race with great detail.
Neither of them notice the way Mira subtly tugs at Rumi until she’s standing centimeters away from Zoey, unaware of the way she coaxes Rumi forward before guiding her to sit on Zoey’s other thigh. They’re all closer now, and Mira sighs imperceptibly as she takes in the way their scents mingle in the space between them. A blend of their scents, sweet and calm and cool, natural chemistry in the making. Mira purrs in the back of her throat as she listens to Rumi and Zoey get lost in their conversation, and something about this specific combination of people and scents makes her heart feel at ease. Her belly flutters gently, warmth seeping into her chest, and Mira wonders if fate had a hand in guiding their meeting; all of their scents smell divine when mixed together.
“Can I take you out? Both of you?” Really, she tries to think of a smooth interjection during her race story but her mouth moves before her brain can think of anything. Her ears flush red after the words are blurted out, and Zoey’s eyes are wide as she stares at the two omegas with bated breath. There’s something electric between the three of them, a tension that she can’t quite put her name on, but it’s definitely something she wants to explore, to get to know, to put a name on the exact feeling blooming in the space between them.
Mira smiles at her, the corner of her lip curled upward like she’s pleased, and a glance at Rumi shows the same happy expression. That makes Zoey sigh with relief, her alpha rumbling happily after seeing their similar expressions. Mira’s hand squeezes her shoulder while Rumi lays a hand on Zoey’s forearm, both omega scents coiling around Zoey’s nose like it’s her new favorite fragrance.
“Thought you’d never ask.” Mira’s eyes gleam with mirth and excitement as she presses a paper into Zoey’s palm, numbers scrawled on it when the alpha glances down. “Pick us up in the afternoon. Be punctual. We like flowers and alphas with manners. See you soon, Zoey.”
Mira says her name with a sweet lilt, sending Zoey in a daze when she leans in and kisses her cheek, lingering long enough to leave a warm lipstick mark.
Rumi giggles as she does the same, a mirror of a lipstick mark on Zoey’s other cheek as a hushed murmur of, “Bye, Zoey. Can’t wait to see you.”
Zoey stares at Mira and Rumi as they walk away, totally dumbfounded by what just happened. The softness of their lips has her mind reeling. She’s breathless and flabbergasted in a matter of seconds, yet she waves at Mira and Rumi as they leave, mouth still slack as those long gorgeous legs strut further away, the waterfall of pink and purple silky hair fluttering behind them elegantly.
“What just… oh my god, I have a date. I have a date!” Zoey rubs her hands over her face, feeling a sense of deja vu as she leans back on the hood of her car and muffles a scream and an ecstatic grin, legs kicking in the air as she rolls around in her flustered state.
//
Zoey wakes up earlier than usual, nerves and excitement roiling in her tummy too much for her to sleep for much longer. She’s dressed in a white t-shirt, cute cartoon turtle chilling on the front, and blue baggy track pants. White sneakers on her feet. Casual, calm, relaxed. Zoey repeats that to herself in the mirror as she brushes her teeth. Her black hair is neatly brushed, short wolfcut coming down to her shoulders, a nonchalant cool messy look that’s not failed her before.
With her keys in hand, Zoey leaves her apartment. Mira has texted her an address, and Zoey plans on stopping by the florist before picking her date up. By the time Zoey arrives in front of an apartment complex, she’s early. Nerves flutter in her belly as she holds a bouquet of roses in hand, fresh pink roses because they reminded her of Mira’s hair, and another bouquet of white lilies because they remind her of Rumi’s beauty. She hopes the girls like them.
Zoey knocks on the door, and it’s only a minute before the door swings open to reveal Mira. The breath in her lungs is pushed out when her gaze lands on the model, her eyes widening as she spots a halter top hugging her torso, midriff still exposed, and a pair of pants that show off Mira’s long legs.
“Hellooo, gorgeous. These are for you.” Zoey smiles, soft and breathy as she offers the bouquet to Mira.
“Hey, Zoey.” Mira says her name in that honeyed lilt again, and Zoey wants to sigh dreamily, her alpha preening at the attention. Her lips curve upwards as she takes the bouquet and gives it a sniff, her smile growing bigger as she cradles it to her chest. “Thank you for these.”
Zoey pauses, her eyes noting a subtle change. Oh, there’s a soft blush on Mira’s cheeks and it only makes her even prettier. Zoey gives herself a mental pat on the back for getting her flowers.
”Hey!” Footsteps from inside draw near before Rumi pops into her sight. Once again, Zoey feels like she just got sucker punched, the breath in her lungs leaving with a whoosh as she takes in the omega’s look; a pair of black pants that sit loose on her hips while a white halter top hugs her torso. A sliver of her midriff is exposed, enough to reveal a silver piercing doting her belly.
“Wow. You’re stunning, Rumi.” Zoey does say it dreamily this time as she offers the bouquet of lilies to Rumi. She earns herself another pretty blush on soft cheeks and a brilliant smile that Zoey tucks away into her memory. Yeah, she’s so down bad for these two.
“Oh, Zoey, how did you know? Lilies are my favorite!” Rumi’s smile is radiant, and the way her scent reaches out to curl around Zoey has her heart skipping, pulse jumping as Rumi’s scent joins Mira’s. Like a claiming, a scent mark that shouts mine. And Zoey feels her knees growing weak at the thought of being claimed by these two.
“Let me put these in some vases and then we can head out. Come in, Zoey.” Mira takes the bouquets inside, leaving Rumi and Zoey waiting by the foyer.
Bright eyes turn to Zoey and it’s like all her attention has narrowed down to Rumi. Just Rumi. Rumi who smiles at her like she’s the sun, bright gaze magnetized to Zoey’s. The pull between them is inevitable, and Zoey merely grins as Rumi shuffles closer. Her heartbeat quickens, and Zoey internally sighs, you don’t know what you do to me.
“Hi.” Rumi is so close now, only a few inches apart from Zoey. And the alpha doesn’t mind at all, simply tilting her head up, meeting Rumi’s eyes as she keeps her hands to her sides, fingers twitching with a need to touch yet refraining out of politeness.
“Hi, pretty girl.” Zoey’s smile softens, grinning at the way Rumi blushes at the compliment, eyes averted for a second before returning to meet hers, unable to pull away from this strange compelling force of attraction. Sandalwood and jasmine thickens in the air, providing a question as Rumi looks at her imploringly, and Zoey nods softly, tilting her chin in response. Rumi moves forward, arms coming up to wrap around Zoey’s neck, a purr pouring out of her chest as she bends her head to nuzzle.
A sharp intake of breath is heard as Zoey freezes for a split second, then she curls her arms around Rumi’s waist, pulling the omega flush against her front as she melts, allowing Rumi to scent mark her. It’s intoxicating, the feeling of Rumi’s face rubbing against her scent gland, and then the sensation of warmth suffusing on her skin, a claim firmly coiling around Zoey’s neck like a brand. Her teeth bite down on her bottom lip, stifling and swallowing the moan that wants to leap out of her chest. Her alpha is preening and approving, all too happy at Rumi’s bold move.
“You smell so good.” Her voice drops an octave lower, unintentional as Zoey murmurs against Rumi’s ear, satisfied by the shudder that quietly rolls through the omega’s body. Her arms tighten around Rumi’s waist, firm hands splayed on either side of Rumi’s ribs.
“Scent me, please.” Rumi practically whimpers and it leaves Zoey lightheaded, mouth dry at the request. She bites down on her teeth, growling into the curve of Rumi’s neck before nuzzling gently, marking the omega’s skin with her scent. Doing this before their date feels intimate, and Zoey doesn’t know if it’s proper or not, but she can’t say no to Rumi when she’s asking so nicely, so desperately like this. Ocean mist and citrus curls around Rumi’s throat, Zoey’s personal brand, and the content purr coming off of Rumi and her acceptance of Zoey’s marking makes her feel like she’s on cloud nine.
“Is that good enough, pretty girl?” Zoey asks as her hand strokes down Rumi’s back, smiling at the way Rumi melts into front, arms still clinging around her shoulders.
“Mhm, it’s perfect.” Rumi rubs her cheek with her own, her smile clear in her tone.
“I leave for a few minutes and you two are already scenting each other?” Mira appears behind Rumi, shuffling closer until she’s holding Rumi’s hips, fingers grazing against Zoey’s. Her eyes are bright as she stares at Zoey, something dark swimming under the current of warm affection swirling in her eyes. She rests her chin on Rumi’s shoulder, her face so close to Zoey’s, a mere inch away, and purrs out a question that feels like a bomb dropping on Zoey, “Are you going to scent me too, Zo?”
And the thought of Mira wearing her scent as well has Zoey’s mouth dry, her heart pounding in her chest as she registers that not one but two omegas want her— want— scent on them. She rumbles, low and grounding, an affirmation as one of her hands leaves the curve of Rumi’s waist to settle on Mira’s hip. She pulls her closer, inadvertently pulling Rumi closer against her body as well.
With Rumi’s face tucked into her neck, Zoey moves closer to Mira. Mira whose height conveniently places her neck level with Zoey’s face. She leans in to press a chaste kiss to the underside of Mira’s jaw, pausing to relish in the soft hitch of breath from the omega, before she nuzzles against Mira’s scent gland, taking a deep whiff of cedarwood and honey, a hint of earthy floral beneath the two prominent smells, and groans in delight. She pumps out her own scent in return, and a purr rumbles in her chest when she hears a soft breathy sound escaping Mira’s mouth, and feels her shuddering through Rumi.
Rumi and Mira’s scents drape over Zoey, coiling together until it saturates the alpha’s scent glands, a bold and blatant claim on her skin. Zoey tilts her chin up, grinning as she wears their scents proudly.
They stay like that for a little longer, three bodies wrapped up in an embrace, so intertwined that it’s hard to decipher whose limbs belong to who. Zoey speaks up, soft and coaxing as she begins to pull away.
“We should head out. I still want to treat you two.” Zoey lifts their hands, kissing their knuckles one after the other, her gaze twinkling with soft affection all the while.
“Well, if you insist.” Mira smirks at her, all cool and collected, but Zoey can see the way her ears are pink, flushing from the gesture.
Rumi giggles, nudging Mira’s shoulder gently before she takes both their hands and leads them out the door. “Let’s go. Zoey clearly wants to wine and dine us, babe.”
“When you put it like that… fineee.” There’s a wide smile on Mira’s face even when she puts up that faux annoyed tone. Zoey laughs in delight and opens the door of her car for her girls, beaming happily as she waits for them to get inside.
The drive is smooth and quick, the time passing by quickly as Zoey and Rumi belt out to the radio, Mira joining in after some sweet coaxing. They’ve turned the ride into a karaoke drive and yeah, Zoey’s cheeks are starting to ache from smiling so big. Their lovely scents wrap around Zoey like a warm hug, and she’s not felt more at home than in the presence of these two omegas.
Zoey’s date location is a cool artsy lounge bar that reminds her of an ice cave. The decor is full of shades of blue, crisp dark navy interior with bright translucent ice blue for furniture. The main bar itself sits along the wall, the counter a reflection of glacial ice as patrons sit and sip at fruity alcoholic concoctions.
With Rumi’s and Mira’s hands on each of her elbows, Zoey guides them to a corner of the bar, making sure they’re seated closest to the wall before she takes the third seat, acting as a natural barrier between her girls and the rest of the world.
Neon lights are plastered all around, illuminating the space with shifting pulses of colors that remind her of the celestial lights, like a personal aurora brightening the interior.
“This place looks pretty cool.” Rumi glances around, awe written on her face as she takes in the space. There’s lights dancing in the reflection of her eyes and Zoey’s grin widens, pleased by the pretty sight.
“They have nice drinks and tasty bar food here. I thought it’d be a chill spot to hang out and I dunno, spend time with you two.” Zoey leans an elbow on the bar, her smile languid and easy as she stares between Mira and Rumi, still in slight disbelief that she’s on a date with such gorgeous women. Two women who are wearing her scent. Pride swirls in her chest, and Zoey feels her alpha puffing and preening at her core.
“You have excellent taste, Zoey.” Mira smirks as she says this, slipping in a wink when their eyes meet. A soft laugh is shared as Zoey does a small gesture, bowing her head in thanks.
Their time passes by with a spread of drinks and food, delicious sights and smells present amidst conversations that are sprinkled with laughter and genuine smiles, hearts and eyes captivated by the charm that pours out of the three to mingle in the space between them. Their bar stools have migrated closer together, hands brushing and knees knocking together until they too are inseparable.
As their glasses are emptied and their plates cleaned off, the conversation drifts to a comfortable silence. Smiles linger on their lips as their gazes meet each other, sliding from one to another, again and again, each time met with unfurling adoration and a blatant gleam of want.
Things have been going smoothly, Zoey thinks, and it’s like she somehow jinxes herself as she feels a strange and erratic sharp scent of another alpha approaching. Her hackles rise and she’s on her feet before she knows it, all three of them turning to a man as he leans against the bar beside Zoey. He’s obviously tipsy, face flushed red and scent pushing out in a sloppy manner.
“Hey, ladies! Mind if I—“
Zoey catches the way Rumi’s shoulders rise to her ears, subtly leaning away and towards Mira, Mira whose happy expression shifts to furrowed brows and a frown twisting on her lips. The discomfort is palpable, and Zoey’s alpha rumbles in displeasure. The audacity of this alpha, how dare he sour their time together.
Zoey isn’t quick to ire often, her scent always calm and tucked away, so much that other people don’t register that she’s an alpha most of the time. She prefers it this way. She doesn’t like the aggressive macho energy most prideful alphas display, finding the alpha posturing to be so toxic and unwanted, so she actively chooses to avoid that stereotype. But when there’s a strange alpha trying to muscle his way into their safe space, Zoey feels her blood pumping, that rare alpha aggression rising to the surface of her skin quickly.
The instinct to protect her girls is nearly overwhelming.
“I mind.” Zoey doesn’t even remember the last time she’s felt this white-hot rage.
Her hand snaps out, fingers curling around the alpha’s neck as she locks eyes with him, muscles flexing like a sleeper build awakening from deep slumber. Her scent shifts like a thunderstorm brewing, dark and flickering with cataclysmic power, a sharp acidic twist in the air as it coils around the alpha. His nostrils flare as he takes in her scent, unintentionally whimpering from the sheer aura radiating off of Zoey’s frame. Her face is a facade of piercing calm, dark eyes glittering with promise as her lips curl into a frown.
With a flex of her wrist, Zoey has the alpha bending down, enough where she can lean in and speak directly into his ear, a snarl biting into each syllable as she puts her warning out in the air.
Leave.
Stay away.
Mine.
His head bows before she lets go, the veins in her hand prominent from the tension of her muscles. She watches as he all but scampers away, drunkenly stumbling in his haste. A few nearby alphas are turned away as well, beads of sweat on their brow or temple as they avert their gaze, accidentally caught in the aftermath of Zoey’s aggression.
Wordlessly, Zoey turns around and it’s like nothing happened at all. She’s all sweet and smiley, calm and collected as she pays the tab and gathers Rumi and Mira into her arms, escorting them out of the bar and out into the cool evening. The smell of ozone follows behind Zoey, a storm rumbling slow and thick, a trace of her scent as it coils around her ankles.
“Well, that was fun!” Zoey grins as they stop beside her car, hands still splayed across Rumi’s and Mira’s lower back. Her smile turns small as her eyes switch between the two, “Sorry about that last part. I hope he didn’t make you two too uncomfortable.”
“Are you kidding me—“
“That was hot.”
“Sooo hot.”
“You don’t need to apologize.”
Rumi and Mira talk over each other, voices overlapping as their hands roam Zoey’s shoulders and sides, expressing their feelings on the matter as best they can. Their scents wash over Zoey like a calming wave, and she sinks into it, sighing as she feels their claim like a reassuring hug full of soft intensity. She steps into their space, lured by the warm invitation settling in their eyes, and her arms wrap around each of their waist.
There’s that magnetic pull again, and Zoey can’t resist this time, not with the way Rumi and Mira stare at her with stars in their eyes, want and affection blending into one smoldering look that compels Zoey closer.
Mira moves first, a hand cupping Zoey’s cheek as she leans in, the proximity between their faces diminishing until soft lips capture hers. She groans against Mira’s lips, the sweet taste of fruity drinks lingering on her tongue as Mira licks into her mouth. It’s soft and warm, and Zoey surrenders to the way Mira’s tongue swipes against hers, languidly exploring every inch until she’s claimed it all.
Rumi’s scent curls around them, prodding gently at Zoey’s neck until she pulls away from Mira, face flushed at the wet sheen of the omega’s lips. Rumi’s fingers curl around Zoey’s nape, blunt nails scratching pleasantly against her hairline, and she shivers as Rumi leans in, swiftly dragging her into a kiss. Their mouths meet slowly, and then all at once as it shifts into a frenzy. Hunger lies in each of Rumi’s touch, and Zoey is swept along for the ride as Rumi kisses her again and again, pulling her into a deep kiss that steals her breath away.
What a first kiss, Zoey thinks as she’s swept away by her omegas, lost in their touch and consumed by their growing hunger.
While they kiss, Mira noses at their necks, scent mixing with both of theirs. And as sweet and good as this feels, Zoey becomes intimately aware of the simmering heat of arousal pooling to the pit of her belly, soft heat rushing to the space between her legs, and the slowly bulging tent in her pants makes her pull back with a ragged gasp. Her face is flushed and her scent smells like ozone, ocean mist shifting into the raging wind of an oncoming typhoon, notes of sickeningly sweet citrus lingering on the tongue.
She’s so turned on right now.
Zoey growls under her breath, her eyes dark as she looks at Mira and Rumi, and preens when they look just as tousled and aroused as she feels.
“Let me take you home. Can I please take you both home?” Zoey nuzzles into Mira’s palm still cupping her cheek, slowly looking both omegas in the eyes as she lets her scent reach for them, coiling and nuzzling at their necks in an intimate gesture.
“How fast can you drive?” Mira rasps out with her husky voice, pupils practically dilated as she strokes her thumb across the warm skin of Zoey’s cheek.
“Mira, I want to get home in one piece!” Rumi laughs at her words, but even she turns to Zoey with interest and thinly veiled lust, a sultry smile on her lips as she purrs, relaxing into the protective embrace of Zoey’s scent.
Their enthusiasm is welcomed, and Zoey laughs as she unlocks her car, holding the door open for them to climb in.