40. Seth
Seth
Cali's been working to assemble the nest and the room, and we, as her pack, have been helping in any way we can.
She's already taken our clothes and some of our blankets to place around the nest. Omega's like their alphas scents to permeate their nest areas for comfort.
I've installed a small counter with a mini fridge and a microwave.
Connor has pre-made a bunch of meals that can be easily heated up.
We've read all the books available on omega heats at the Library.
Though there will be significant periods of rest and eating, it's akin to a marathon of bonding and sex.
We won't have a lot of time between heat spikes.
I'm sure there won't be enough time to make whole meals.
Cali won't want her alphas to leave the nest for longer than short bursts.
With the trauma from her last partner leaving her alone during her heats, her omega may need even more assurance in this area.
We can't plan for that. The omega psyche is basically its own being.
Cali was not technically conscious for her last heats, even though she can hazily remember them, and doesn't know how deeply her omega's trauma runs.
As I walk into the house for lunch, the strong, slightly burnt scent of Cali hits me.
"Cali?" I call out. It's her day off, and I've returned to have lunch with her and check if she needs anything. When she doesn't respond, I quickly make my way upstairs. "Cali?" I knock on her door.
A muffled voice replies, "Come in."
I slowly open the door to find the room in darkness and the blankets in a mound over a slightly moving object. I sit on the edge of the bed and pull the covers down. Cali looks at me with a flushed face, wild hair, and blown pupils. I put my fingers on her forehead, and she whines.
"Cali, you're burning up. Are you sick?"
She huffs. Cali's well known for losing her voice in high-emotion situations, but this is different.
I peer at her closer, wishing the light was on, but she keens when I move toward the switch near the bed.
My hand freezes, and I look back at her and realize I'm not looking at Cali anymore.
I'm looking at her omega. Her heat has come early.
"Okay," I breathe, trying not to panic. Obviously, I've never been part of a heat before, and books can only do so much to prepare.
Why did this happen to me? Everyone knows I'm the person with the least chill in the house.
I freak out when the furnace filter needs to be changed.
Now, taking care of and organizing the beginning phase of Cali's heat has come down on my shoulders.
I scramble with my phone and stand to call the guys and get some stuff from downstairs. But when I make to step away, Cali whines in a way that tears out my heart. I turn to find her arm outstretched and tears in her eyes.
Oh, right, the abandonment trauma by her ex. At that moment, I can't, for the life of me, figure out why we didn't run over that man with Bax's truck and bury him in the woods. I sit back down on the bed and gather her into my arms.
"I'm not leaving you. I will never leave you," I say as she nuzzles into my shoulder. I bring my phone around enough to unlock it and type a short message to the guys.
Seth:
Cali's heat early. Come home. Bring shit up to the suite with you.
I don't want them to come without provisions. It'll probably be a long time until Cali doesn't need us.
She keens again.
"Do you want to go into your nest, Precious?
" I ask, stroking her hair between my fingers.
We've got a lot of items stocked, and some items help relieve pain.
She nods but is still curled up, clutching her abdomen.
I scoop her up, her head tucked under my chin and carry her to the door.
Inside is beautiful. It's the first time seeing her nest fully finished.
It reminds me of our date under the stars. I scent mark her cheek.
"You made the nest our special spot," I whisper to her as I set her down amongst the many pillows in the recessed nest area. She smiles at me and nods. My beautiful Cali is still in there, just under all of the heat.
Inside one of the side cabinets are medical heat supplies we'd gotten this week.
Thank fuck we hadn't waited until her actual week was supposed to hit.
She's two weeks early. It's not uncommon after an omega meets her mates.
I activate a battery-operated heating pad and grab a bottle of water and some pain pills.
Not the strong ones that her ass hat doctor put her on when her shitty ex refused to participate in her heats.
Those would confuse and sedate her omega in a way that wasn't healthy for her.
Just some low-dose pain pills that would stave off any headaches, and take the edge off her abdominal cramps between knots.
When I come back to her, Cali's pulling at her clothes.
During heats, omegas become very sensitive to touch and textures.
Her clothes must be like wearing itchy burlap.
I set the items I've gotten down, help her peel off her shirt, and then slide off her pants.
She practically rips her bra off, and I pull down her lacy underwear.
I can only imagine how uncomfortable lace hurts right now.
My omega is laid before me naked, and I swear I short-circuit for a moment.
Only her soft whine pulls me back. I press the warm heating pad against her abdomen, and she lets out a low groan, instinctively curling around its soothing warmth.
Lifting her head gently into my lap, I coax her to take the pain med, my fingers brushing against her lips as I offer her water from the bottle.
She reluctantly complies, but I can sense the heat engulfing us, slowly melting her resistance.
As Cali drifts further away from clarity, I know her desire for comfort will ultimately surrender to my touch. As the heat progresses and she becomes less and less lucid she'll only be able to speak in small sentences or single words. She'll become more resistant to anything that isn't a knot.
"I need your knot, alpha," she begs, and then gasps as another wave of pain washes over her.
She doesn't have to ask twice. Alphas are built to serve omegas during their heats.
Whatever Cali wants, she'll get. I lay her head back onto a pillow and then shuck off all my clothes in seconds.
Honestly, that has to be the fastest I've ever gotten undressed.
I gently return to her, but she stops me with a single hand on my chest. "I want it hard," she says, and a growl slips through my lips. If I'm not careful, this woman will send me straight into a rut.
I flip her around and bring her to the edge of the knee-high wall that makes up the lip of the recessed nest. Bending her over so that her knees are in the recess, but her breasts are pressed firmly to the floor of the room, I grab both of her hands and cuff them at her back while using my knee to knock her legs further apart.
She's splayed fully underneath me and perfumes.
The scent fills my senses, and I growl, the hand not holding hers running the head of my cock over her folds, gathering the slick.
I marvel at how wet she is. Her heat has made her ready for a knot at all times.
"You want this cock hard and fast, Precious? You want to take me all the way to the root, and then fill you with my knot and cum?"
She perfumes. "Yes, alpha."
I can't take it anymore. I plunge part way in, and she moans in pleasure. I rock my hips, giving her more and more each time. She's so tight and slick with need. Once fully seated to the root, I pull out and plunge back in at a demanding pace. My omega can take it.
The room fills with the sounds of my sack hitting her clit.
Her walls flutter along my cock and I know she's about to come.
I slam in and push. My already half-full knot pops into place and begins to fill.
She screams in pleasure, falling over the edge of ecstasy and strangling my knot with her orgasming pussy.
I rock as much as I can until we're firmly locked together, and I spill my seed into her.
After a few minutes of laying together my knot begins to deflate.
I know, from the books I read, that alpha, during an omega's heat, will release their knot sooner than usual because of their body's response to omega heat hormones.
It's so that omegas can have as many knots and as much relief, as possible.I hadn't noticed the door open behind us as Connor and Bax step in.