50. Jess
Jess
Every day Sunny's heat spikes get more frequent and more intense.
The other day Hunt and I knotted her in the middle of her lunch break on accident, and she couldn't go back to work for two hours.
In fairness to us, she was threatening the both of us with bodily harm if we didn't. Not that we're complaining.
Far from it. But Sunny still hasn't directly explained what she wants for her heat.
Until we know, we won't assume anything.
But god knows it would gut me if she didn't want us to be with her.
The thing is, she's been very avoid-y on the topic.
Heats are vulnerable times for omegas. Their inner omega psyche takes over and they have minimal conscious control over their own needs and desires.
It's the same as a heat spike, but biannual, full heats can last days.
We don't want to ambush her, but something has to be done. This limbo is stressing us all out.
Which is why we're all at the dining room table when she comes home from work. She drops her stuff on the counter, approaching us cautiously and looking at each of us in turn.
"What's up?" she asks, trying to keep her voice casual but it's an octave higher than usual.
Her perfume is thick honey and her pheromones are going wild.
More evidence that her heat is close. It sends my alpha to the front, snapping for a bite of her.
I clench my fists and reel it in. I can see that all of the guys feel it.
Cole looks ready to break a chair. Luca is clenching his jaw hard enough to crack a tooth, and Hunt is pacing at the back of the room. He doesn't seem to be able to stop.
"Sweet Girl," Luca starts, not wanting to make her feel attacked and go on the defensive.
"We're a bit concerned. It seems like you're…
" He searches for the words and she arches an eyebrow at him, daring him to say the wrong thing.
"…having a few more heat spikes than usual," he finishes, though that's only the tip of the iceberg.
She's been having wild mood swings that leave Sunny happy one moment, sobbing the next, and angry the next after that.
She cried when one of her bees fell asleep on a sunflower the other day and took a million pictures of it.
"So?" she challenges.
I breathe deeply, ready to take this head-on. "When is your heat?"
Everyone groans.
You don't just ask an omega about her heat status.
It's a rule up there with “don't enter an omega suite unattended,” and “don't shit in the kitchen sink.” They'd come in here hoping she'd bring it up.
I don't care. I need to know what she thinks, wants, and needs right now. It's my driving reason for being.
Sunny crosses her arms and glares at me, for once unamused by me. "Soon," she replies in a clipped tone.
"Do you not want us for your heat?" Hunt whispers. Their eyes meet, and she relaxes a bit. His natural puppy dog eyes clearly destroy the walls she's been building around herself since she came in and saw us around the table.
"I do. I just never…" She trails off. The problem suddenly occurs to me.
The words flow out of my mouth as they enter my brain without any processing. People are always shocked by the things that I say without understanding that I'm just as surprised as they are. There's no plan for what I say.
"You've never been with a pack for your heat," I supply. The air feels like its been sucked out of the room. Cole stands and stalks toward a blushing Sunny. He stops a hair’s breadth in front of her.
"Is that true, Little One?" His mood is inscrutable, but we're all thinking the same thing.
She nods. "I've stayed with single alphas. Just short-term boyfriends."
I am so confused, and I have to know.
"That could not have been satisfying." Omega's have packs for a reason. They need multiple knots for days . There's no way one knot could satisfy an omega, no matter how much romance movies like to pretend some super alpha could accomplish it. They just can't.
She shrugs. "I had toys too. We made it work." Now, her pretty little face may as well be a cherry for how red it is.
"So, we'd be your first pack heat," Luca says. It isn't a question. The idea sends my blood boiling and my cock going stiff.
Typically, omegas invite packs into their heats once they intend to bond.
This is because the urge to bite each other will be highest at that time.
It's also when the transition to a bonded pack is easiest for some medical reasons I don't understand.
I barely got through college for marketing. I certainly don't know medical jargon.
There's also just something incredibly arousing about being part of her first time with a pack during heat.
"We want to bond," I blurt. And then clap my hand over my mouth. Why on earth can't I keep every thought from tumbling out of my lips without actually deciding whether or not I wanted to say it?
All of the other guys groan again.
Cole swipes a hand through his hair and growls at me. "We agreed to give her time before we bombarded her with more."
"Yeah, but if her heat is soon, we need to ask her if she wants to do it this time or not," I reply sheepishly. I really didn't mean for it to come out like that, but it's still a good question. We need to know.
Sunny is staring around at us, dumbstruck. "You want to bond me?"
We all glance at each other and then back to her.
"I think that's pretty obvious, Little One," Cole grumbles.
"But the farm, and your business. How would we even do that?" she asks.
So I lay out the fantasy life I'd dreamed up weeks ago, before I thought she would ever even let us in the farmhouse.
When we were staying in that shitty green nylon tent under the stars.
My vision is to live here with Sunny, run the resort we're building up here, check in with our other sites, and let them run as they have been with our team.
Sleeping here with her every night. By the time I'm done, she's teary, and the other guys look dumbstruck too.
"Would that work?" she asks, turning to Cole. As our dominant alpha he would have ultimate say.
"It's always been my dream to move back here. So long as everyone's onboard, I don't see why it couldn't work,” he says.
We'd talked about it a few times around the kitchen table when Sunny was at work over the last few weeks.
She looks unsure, and he pulls out a stack of papers from his briefcase on the floor.
I roll my eyes. Is the old man really going to approach this like a business deal? He slides them in front of Sunny.
Sunny pulls them forward, eyeing him and then scanning them. Her eyes go wide.
"This is a pre-bonding agreement," she whispers, probably realizing for the first time that he's completely serious, and we've all been thinking about this for a while. This isn't a spur of the moment plan, even though my word vomit probably made it seem that way.
Cole nods. "It leaves everything to do with the farm, all of its finances, and all of the extras involved in your name. No matter what happens in our bonding or in our lives, it will always solely belong to you," he vows.
Sunny protects her farm. One of her biggest hangups with packs and courting has probably been the farm and how alphas would deal with not being in charge.
Just look at her ass of an alpha cousin.
Cole told us he was making these papers, and we all wholeheartedly agreed. We want Sunny, not her stuff.
Her eyes are glassy with tears, but she's smiling, and that makes my heart soar.