Chapter 12
Twelve
REMY
I haven’t let go of her since we’ve gotten home. The guys pushed together all of the pieces of our modular couch to create a giant bed, and she’s now cuddled against me while I play with her hair and undo her braid. I hate that she’s twitching in her sleep and making tiny noises of discomfort.
Is it murder if I kill her nightmares?
“I bet this is the first time she’s slept longer than short spurts,” my brother murmurs, gazing down at her. “Her noises sound like she’s being fucking tortured.”
“Maybe she is,” Malcolm mutters. My pack hasn’t wanted to go far from the living room since we got home. “I hate to say this, but I’m getting a really bad feeling about the Forever Yours event. It’s going to be really busy and impossible to be with her every second.”
“She’ll never cancel,” I say. “There’s no way we could ever ask her to either. Too much is riding on this. I just wish it didn’t have to be Hollis waving a red flag in front of Emilia’s face.”
Hollis shifts with a small mewl, and Brice snarls.
Toeing off his shoes, he crawls onto the couch to lay on her other side.
Slowly, he works her coat off her body, handing it to Felix to put away and then takes her boots off.
Brice’s arm wraps around Hollis and me, watching as she relaxes as he purrs for her.
“Wow,” I breathe.
“Hollis avoids things that will comfort her,” Malcolm growls. “Did you notice how many times she’s shifted away from us if she felt she was two seconds away from rubbing her body against us?”
“She wants to scent mark us?” Felix asks.
“I think she wants to wrap herself around us, but she’s scared to let herself do that,” Mal says. “She doesn’t want a pack but she has us. The pull of scent matching doesn’t give a shit about her insecurities or that she may not want us.”
“She doesn’t?” I ask, feeling as if my heart was just ripped out. Swallowing around the bile rising, I run my fingers through her loose mane. It’s bouncy and curling like crazy.
The idea that she could reject us doesn’t sit well with me.
“I think she doesn’t want any pack,” Mal adds.
“When I called her to ask her to dinner, she mentioned that she’s a matchmaker but never thought herself to be someone looking to settle down.
I can tell there’s a story there, but I couldn’t pry at the time without worrying that she’d refuse to come over. ”
“I wonder why she’d think that,” Felix says, also coming to lay down on the couch. “Mal, I don’t think she’ll be waking up anytime soon, we should just hang out with her while she sleeps.”
Nodding, Malcolm comes to lay next to me, his hand on her thigh. His fingers still before moving slightly up her dress.
“Mal,” I hiss, but he shakes his head.
“There’s a goddamn gun strapped to her thigh,” he grunts. “I wasn’t expecting to cuddle up to G.I. Jane.”
Snickering, I shrug. “When she next wakes up, we’ll have her remove her weapons, Malcolm. I’d rather she be armed to the teeth, knowing she can protect herself. Our omega isn’t the typical girl.”
“Thank fuck for that,” Brice mumbles, starting to fall asleep.
We’re arranged in a cuddle pile, I won't be surprised if we all pass out. “I like that I never know what she’s going to do or say next. I also hate to break it to you, but I think she restrained herself from stabbing us all the first time she met us.”
“Now that I know what her fingers passing over her cleavage means and what she hides in there, I think you’re right,” I sigh.
My lids begin to feel heavy under the weight of Hollis’ body in my lap, and I let myself fall asleep. Hopefully, the warmth of our bodies and our scents will help her sleep longer.
HOLLIS
It feels as if there’s a heavy blanket over me, and all I can smell is warm sugar donuts, vanilla frosting, butterscotch bourbon, and raspberry sorbet. It’s enough to make my sweet tooth ache with the need to sink my teeth into something.
Umm what?
Opening my eyes, I realize I’m laying on an alpha’s chest, and I’m also gazing into Malcolm’s green eyes.
“Hey, beautiful,” he murmurs. “Sleep well?”
“Hmm. I actually did. What time is it?”
“Almost eleven at night,” Malcolm chuckles. “Everyone else is still asleep. Are you hungry?”
“I suddenly want something sweet,” I admit, licking my lips.
His eyes follow the path of my tongue, and I breathe in his scent. I have a feeling I could become a bourbon drinker.
“Do you?” he purrs, making me whimper.
My heartbeat gets faster as I gaze at him, and I find myself waiting to see what he’ll do.
“Mmhmm,” I say.
Leaning toward me slowly, I can tell he’s waiting for me to stop him. What does it say about me that I haven’t had my first kiss, but most of my orgasms have been had by sex toys that these alphas create?
It’s silly, but something that may happen more often that omegas are willing to admit. Our heats are monsters who need to be sated or else it’ll rage and claw at our bodies until we listen. I’m late by about a week for my heat, and I’m trying not to worry.
I know that stress can mess with it, as well as meeting my scent matches. I don’t want my first time to be in the middle of a heat drunk haze. If possible, I’d like to remember it.
His lips are soft and firm as he presses them against mine, and I follow his lead as he deepens it. I can feel myself getting wet as his tongue brushes against mine, and I whine.
“Fuck,” Remy groans, his hands squeezing my thighs as I shift in his lap. His voice is deep with sleep, and I moan as I feel his erection against my ass as he rocks me over it.
“Easy,” Malcolm whispers against my lips as goosebumps pebble over my skin. “You taste so damn sweet, baby.”
My eyes hood as I gaze back at him, and I want to ask him for more. I’m breathing faster from just that small kiss too.
“Hollis,” Remy growls behind me. Searching for him, I turn my head toward him. “I want a kiss too, baby.”
“Then take it,” I murmur, feeling bold. It’s amazing what a little sleep can do for a girl. His hand moves to wrap around my throat, and I arch back to kiss him. His lips feel different to me, and he’s hungrier than Malcolm.
I can tell that Malcolm was holding back with me, and Remy is doing no such thing. His fingers caress my skin where he holds me, not allowing me to squirm too much as he devours my mouth.
“That’s just not fair,” Brice groans, making Remy and I laugh.
“I guess everyone is awake,” I say, turning to face where Brice and Felix are staring at me with raw hunger.
“All I can smell is lavender and apricots,” Felix says, swallowing hard. “It’s so fucking thick, I can practically taste it.”
“Oh,” I rasp, biting my lip. My pussy is slicking from the all-consuming kiss I just had, and I can’t stop. “Um… I think I need to get up.”
“I’ll miss you though,” Remy breathes, making me whimper as he kisses down my throat. He has a small bit of scruff on his face that feels really good as he rubs against my skin.
“Shit,” Felix groans. “I’ll get up before I shove my face between your legs and completely lose my mind.”
God, the things they say. Dirty, foul mouthed alphas.
As Felix gets up off the giant couch, so does Malcolm, and that allows me to wiggle off Remy so I can get up.
“Can you show me where the bathroom is?” I ask.
My panties are fucking destroyed. I don’t think I can even wear them anymore. Being an omega is messy on the best of days, but when you’re a turned on mess? It’s game over.
“I’ll show you,” Felix says, grabbing my hand. Pulling me along, I walk to the bathroom with him. “If you’re going to the bathroom to clean up and you’re tossing your panties, can I have them?”
“Felix,” I say, shaking my head. “I can’t do that.”
“Ugh, baby. You know your pussy is flooded and needy. This is the only way I can get a taste,” he groans.
“Who says it is?” I ask, moving away as I walk into the bathroom and closing the door. The sound of his head hitting the door has me smirking.
Ugh, I’m so over my head with him.
Cleaning up is messy as I use the toilet and wince as I toss my panties in the trash. I feel a little lightheaded as I wash my hands, and immediately blame it on alpha pheromones. I was going to sleep here, but now I’m beginning to rethink that.
Since my heat is already late and the mixer is next weekend, having it triggered by being around their scents and them would seriously put a wrench in my plans.
Should I just tell them that? I know it’s a natural thing, however, talking about my heat with alphas I’m just getting to know feels like too intimate a topic.
Just suck it up, Hollis. That’s what you tell your clients, right? Be honest with the alphas you’re dating, put your cards on the table, blah, blah, blah. It’s a lot harder to take your own advice.
Blowing out a breath, I open the door and step outside. I’m going to have to bring extra panties with me at all times in my bag. Walking without them feels really odd.
“Are you running away?” Felix asks, folding his arms over his chest. He and his brother look a lot alike to me, despite their differences. One of the biggest ones is that Felix is thinner all over while Remy is more broad shouldered. “Are you still wearing your panties?
“Not necessarily,” I drawl, walking over to gaze up at him. Despite my height, they’re all so much taller than I am. “And no, I’m not.”
“So we aren’t scaring you away?” he asks, his gaze intense.
“Even though I always feel overwhelmed around you guys, you’re not,” I say. “I do think I should go home though.”
“Why?” Remy asks, coming around the corner.
I swear, they’re like ninjas, especially when they walk in socks.
“I have this odd feeling you could trigger my heat,” I say, wincing.
“Really?” Felix asks, eyes widening. “You smell really fucking good. I didn’t know if it’s just because of how we affect you.”
“Well,” I laugh. “You definitely affect me.”