Chapter 38 Zeke
Zeke
Pack sex with Winnie while bonded to her is the single most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced.
Every moment is heightened. I can’t tell where her pleasure starts and mine begins for parts of it, and it doesn’t matter because I have her.
I have her in the deepest ways that an alpha can have an omega.
We gather up our clothes. I grab my jacket and wrap it around her, sliding an arm under her knees and scooping her up.
She squeaks, but it’s halfhearted. She’s so light that it makes me worry and makes my alpha yearn to feed her, despite the giant meal we all had earlier this evening at her family’s place.
That feels like something that happened days ago, not hours.
Something fundamentally shifted between all of us with Winnie tonight, and I think my mind is permanently divided into the me before this romp in the woods and the me that came after.
As we trudge through the woods, Corbin hovers closest to me, clearly needing to take care of our omega after something so intense. Very typical for a dominant alpha. It’s a role, I notice, that he’s been taking back more and more since we met Winnie.
Gage tries to take her from me at one point, and I growl and squeeze her tighter. In fairness, she squeezes back. The bond is a golden light at my center. It’s probably some mix of her post-orgasm haze and mine melding together, but it feels like sunlight.
When we reach her cottage, my heart starts to sink.
I can’t go back to the hotel after that.
We take off our helmets. I manage to get mine off while holding her with my other arm.
I’m not willing to put her down yet. There’s no way.
But I also don’t want to invade her space if she isn’t ready.
Nests are sacred, and hers is her bedroom area.
Maybe she’d let me sleep on the couch downstairs.
Even that seems too far. Maybe I could sleep on the stairs leading to her room.
“Come up,” she says in a sleepy voice.
My heart fucking stops.
“Sweetheart,” Corbin says. He’s standing so close that I’m sure he can hear the thud of my heart restarting. His hand lands in her hair, smoothing it back in even, comforting strokes. “Are you sure?”
Everyone is holding their breath now. Gage looks emotionally wrecked. Rafe looks like he’s won the lottery. Eli has taken off his helmet and mask, and it’s surreal to see him plain-faced anywhere outside of our hotel room.
Blossom notices it too and smiles lightly at him.
“I want you all in my nest,” she says. “But I’m going to warn you, my nest is small.”
I lift her higher in my arms and lower my face to hers, nuzzling along her cheek and jaw. She sighs and wraps her arms around me.
“We can work with small,” I assure her.
We head inside and up the stairs.
I’m going to be honest. Small is an understatement.
This room might be the size of a large walk-in closet, if that walk-in closet had inconvenient slanted ceilings.
I think it’s called a loft, because there’s no actual door.
The stairs just lead up to the second level, which is entirely her bedroom and nest.
She wiggles out of my arms, and my jacket is the only thing covering her naked body. Her long, bare legs disappear beneath it. She walks around her queen-sized bed and opens a drawer built into the base, pulling out clothes.
“I’m just going to change. I’ll be right back. Make yourselves comfortable,” she says, slipping into the small attached bathroom and closing the door.
“Make yourself comfortable? Is that a joke?” Rafe asks, and Eli elbows him. I notice they’re standing very close together. Good. Those two have danced around each other too much since Nick’s death. It’s time they locked in.
“Stop. She’s nervous enough,” I warn them, feeling her anxiety leak down the bond. Rafe immediately loses the teasing edge.
“Omegas are proud of their nests,” Gage reminds the room. Corbin crawls into the middle of the bed first.
“She’s going here,” he declares, gesturing to the spot beside him. “Plan accordingly.”
He flexes his dominance, and none of us challenges him.
Do I want to say that we were mature and orderly about the whole thing? Yeah, I do. Do I want to say we didn’t wrestle like a bunch of college assholes fighting over the last beer in the fridge? Also yes. Zero for two.
By the time we’re done scuffling, my lip is busted, Rafe’s hair is mussed, there’s a bruise forming under Eli’s eye, and Gage has a ripped shirt.
In the end, Eli and Rafe team up, which is bullshit and unfair, and take the spot across from Corbin. Rafe lets Eli take the place right next to Winnie’s space and takes the outer edge himself. He looks a hair’s breadth from falling off the bed.
Gage sits at the end, positioning himself so he’ll somehow be at Winnie’s middle. That leaves me with very few options that don’t involve spooning another alpha.
I sigh.
Just then, Winnie comes back into the room and pauses when she sees us already arranged. The blush creeping up her face is adorable. An idea sparks.
I help Winnie into bed, and she crawls up between Corbin and Rafe.
The sight of her moving on her hands and knees sends blood rushing straight to my groin.
The others aren’t much better. We all look half-feral, but I take a steadying breath and join her, laying my head on her right hip and curling around her leg.
It’s not as good as having her whole side, but it’s better than not being here at all.