4. Odin

The moment I laid eyes on her, I was hard.

We'd been working at the clubs and spas for years; we'd had our fill of tits and ass, but it wasn't that.

It wasn't the way she was bent over as we entered the room, ass in the air, the smallest strip of bright pink fabric disappearing between her ass cheeks, or how she rose like a goddess, hair sweeping around her, breasts bouncing, the smile on her face faltering as she saw us, changing from fake and plastic to burning hunger in a matter of seconds.

No, it was her scent.

Her scent that filled every corner of the room, and that Michael and Geno were somehow immune to while the three of us were going insane.

Bubblegum, rich and sugary. The kind that makes your mind burst and sends you into a coma. One hit and the sugar rush got me, throat tight, palms sweating, heart racing like a freight train, and my brother was the same. Except Zeus hadn't had a rut for nearly three months. I had one last month, so I should have been safe.

A rut was part of our biology—an overwhelming need to fuck and knot an omega. If alphas didn't satisfy that hunger, we'd grow more violent until we attacked omegas in a frenzy. There were plenty of services in place to deal with it, like Heat Helpers, Michael's charity that matched up alphas and omegas, but it was difficult not to give into instincts when there was a sexy omega right in front of us who was hot and wet and asking to be licked.

And Apollo was just… Apollo. Outwardly, our pack lead was calm and collected, sending soothing energy through our bond to keep Zeus and me stable. Though we could feel the fucking riot of emotions he was trying to control, because we all felt it.

We knew what this was and, from the heady smell of slick spiralling from her pussy, she could feel it, too.

The second she stepped in front of us, lifting her chin to expose the gorgeous line of her creamy throat, I was already thinking about how my cock would slide past those pretty little lips as soon as she opened her mouth and said please.

And then she perfumed. And the world collapsed at our feet.

I shot my hand out, grabbing the back of Zeus's neck like he was a dog, squeezing to keep him pinned as Apollo pressed his aura over both of us to stop us from snapping.

My twin was close to frothing at the mouth. He'd be leaping on her and tearing her open with his dick if Michael and Geno weren't watching us with beady eyes.

We'd been assigned as her bodyguards, but there was no way we could be anywhere near her without fucking her senseless—not when she looked like a slutty sugar plum fairy and smelt just as sweet.

"Wonderful. So much stronger than usual," Geno said, arms folded, a hand on his chin as he looked down at her.

"Exactly," Michael replied, giving us one of his smiles that told he knew exactly what the fuck was going on.

Geno's face was lit with hunger, but his desire was for knowledge. As well as a Knottinghill manager, he was the head doctor for the club, spa, and studios in London, and he took care of other aspects of running them for Michael. He was also given free rein to study omegas, as long as omegas gave their permission, which they always did.

Having her attention off us for even a second was torture, especially when she wiggled her hips and a new wave of perfume rolled from her, nearly killing us with her scent.

"Well, that's why you brought me here, isn't it?" she said.

A low growl rumbled deep in Zeus's chest, and I had to press my short nails harder into his skin to remind him where we were, even though I was close to losing it myself.

Michael nodded in approval, while Geno's eyes raked over her. "You'll be fabulous once we get you out on the floor," he hummed.

Shock thundered through Zeus and I as we made the connection.

Of course she was a host, of course she was here to work. Some part of my animal brain had switched off and all I heard was ‘she's ours' beating around my body. ‘She's ours,' so there was no fucking way she was working at the club. ‘She's ours,' so not a single one of those slimy guests was laying a finger on her. ‘She's ours,' so she shouldn't even be here in the first place.

Michael had told us our new charge was an omega. The moment we saw her, everything became white noise and now all that was left was a growing alarm as she looked up at us with a smirk.

"Well, now," Michael stepped back to give us more space as he introduced us, "please say hello to Apollo, Zeus, and Odin. The Deus pack are currently part of the Club Heat security team. They've been assigned to you, and they'll join you once you've completed your training. I thought it was best you met them now, so we could avoid any… Ah… complications…" He turned to us with an innocent smile. Complications, like the three of us dragging her into the equipment closet and worshipping her until she didn't even have the strength to moan.

Considering how much of a bastard Michael was, it didn't surprise me if he assigned us to her just to fuck with us.

The corner of her mouth hitched as she gave all three of us a once over. She extended her hand, holding it out for a shake. "Nice to meet you," she said with a hint of a purr that went straight to my cock.

Zeus and I looked like total idiots, the two of us staring down at her hand, gaping, before Apollo smoothly swept forward. He wrapped his fingers around hers, lifting her hand to his lips. "You are stunning," he murmured before pressing a kiss to her skin. "The pleasure is all ours." He lowered their hands, though he kept hold of her fingers as he captured her with one look. "I can see why Michael hired you."

A blush painted her cheeks as her lips parted, drawing in a breath that pushed her breasts towards us, and sent another swell of perfume swirling around us.

And, this time, my brother and I couldn't hold back our groans.

All three of us were so shaken up by her that our bond pounded with lust and excitement. Zeus's desire morphed into pure need, and if we didn't get away from her soon, he really was going to go into rut and ruin the whole thing. Michael had strict rules about host/employee relationships.

Apollo was the best for self-control, and he maintained it well, though he was as desperate as we were to claim her. He was already burning up.

Apollo's smile turned wry as he continued playing with her fingers. "Forgive my pack mates. We're just overcome by your gorgeous scent. I've never smelt anything like it."

"It's fine… Really… It's…." she said breathlessly, completely captured by Apollo. He had a way with omegas, and she was already falling under his spell.

"Wonderful," Michael said with a tap of his cane. The noise echoed in the tight room, bringing us back to our senses. "Well then, I think it's best if we leave Candy to her training." His eyes gleamed as they flicked between the four of us, already calculating. It was one of the many reasons I didn't trust him.

The main one being that I woke up in hospital five years ago with a hole in my head, and Michael leaning over me, giving me the same look as he was now, while casually brushing away the fact that Zeus was knocked out and Apollo was crumpled on the floor. He very bluntly said that any control I thought I had over my life was gone. And then he left a card on my chest and told me he'd be in touch.

That was the conversation reverberating through my mind as I looked back at her. Because maybe this was another way to show that we had no choice but to perform like puppets on his fucking strings.

Apollo dropped her fingers, and I loved the wisp of disappointment on her face. But only because it meant she felt it, too.

Michael lifted his cane, shooing us away from her. I kept my eye on her for as long as possible as we filed out of the door, searing the image of her into my mind.

"See you later." She held up a hand to wave goodbye, and I wanted to rush over there and steal her lips just to sear myself and my scent into her. We needed to mark her as ours.

She looked at her fingers, the same ones Apollo had been stroking moments ago.

Holding my gaze, she bit her lip as she brought her hand to her nose and inhaled.

The last we saw of her was a shudder in her body and the flutter of her eyelashes. A look of heat beat from her as a fresh wave of perfume layered the room, and the door closed behind us.