Chapter 17
Seventeen
HOLLIS
“I need something,” I mutter as I look over my nest. It’s beautiful, don’t get me wrong. The twinkling lights are a golden yellow, and the small room has the perfect amount of illumination. Maybe it was once a closet?
Either way, the room outside of this is larger to serve as my actual bedroom, and there’s a separate closet as well. The bathroom attaches to the bedroom, and everything is done in light pinks, purples, and creams.
I’m not someone who likes loud colors, unless I’m in the mood for it. Instead, the muted colors and prints typically help to settle my already cluttered mind. Except for now. Something is missing in my nest.
Taking a deep breath to see if the scent is off, I frown. Sometimes, I find that I need to spritz some vanilla perfume in my nest or I need to light a candle to make it perfect, but that’s not it.
“Fuck,” I groan, stalking out of my nest and glaring at my bedroom in passing for good measure.
I think I hate everything today. Work has been fine, my sleep is improving, and Pack Ledger has been great to live with. There’s been snuggles and kisses, but not much else, and there’s a warm ball of heat in the pit of my stomach that tells me that won’t be enough soon.
I’m walking so quickly, I crash into a chest that smells like raspberry sorbet. Mmm Remy. My fingers clench around his sweater, and I find myself pulling it up. I can’t find it in myself to feel embarrassed, because I need this scent now.
“Off. Gimme, Remy,” I insist. He pulls it the rest of the way off in confusion and mirth, his full lips twitching as he hands it to me.
“What’s gotten into you, Hollis? Do you need the rest of my clothes?” he asks.
“I’ll let you know,” I sniff, turning on my socked feet to walk back to my room.
I’m cozy and comfortable in my lavender leggings and gray sweater that’s off the shoulder. I only get to wear things like this when I’m at home, so it’s been nice to not have to dress to the nines. While I typically enjoy it, the forced downtime is needed after the Forever Yours event.
It’s been almost a week from the attack, and my skin only has a few patches of bruising left.
Felix had some arnica cream he gave me and that helped speed things up as well.
While my ribs are still sore, I’m surprised it’s not worse.
My omega healing is super charged it seems, and a part of me thinks that my heat is tired of being pushed off.
Blowing out a breath, I drop to my knees in my nest and gaze at my alpha’s sweater.
I’m acting crazy, but I can’t help it. I’ve read the damn books, heard stories from my clients and friends, I know I’m full blown nesting.
No matter how much you prepare for something like this, it doesn’t quite change how insane your instincts make you act.
I tore this off Remy’s body . A hysterical giggle bubbles up inside of me, and I press the article of clothing against my mouth to stifle it. The action means that the next time I inhale, I get the most delicious hit of his scent. God, he smells so damn good.
Leaning forward, I ghost my fingers over the thick comforter on my nest. There are blankets folded around it, memory foam bed wedges for creating height and forts, as well as cooling blankets.
They somehow thought of everything. Lifting the blanket, I burrow the sweater so it’ll fit just where I want it. I need more. Biting my lip, I decide to strip my alphas. Yes, that’s exactly what I need to do.
Standing, I turn and leave the rooms in search of them. I’m feeling very single minded, almost in a disassociated way. It’s not a bad thing, but it makes me bolder than I’d ever think to be.
If I were to guess, this is my omega instinct’s way of stripping me of my inhibitions.
There are things I need, and I’m willing to do anything for my peace.
Passing by the bedrooms, I muse that I could just go through their laundry for what I want, but it’s not enough.
I need something that still has the warmth of their bodies.
Moving quickly down the stairs, I look for Felix, Malcolm, and Brice.
It’s Sunday night, which means they’ve all been home all day.
I did a little work on the dark web today, but had a hard time concentrating on anything else.
It’s like my mind is fragmented and the only things I can do are things with the biggest dopamine payout.
Illegal activities apparently check that box. Go figure.
Humming under my breath, I find Brice reading the newspaper as I stalk him. Lazily looking up, he smirks at me. There’s an underlying sense of tension inside of him, and it gives me the impression that he’s not as relaxed as he seems to be.
“You look like an omega on a mission,” he purrs. I watch as he breathes in deeply, and I can feel myself beginning to slick. I’m getting a little needy.
Damn, I thought I’d have more time. There’s no pain yet, just an urgency to do something.
“I need your shirt,” I growl, climbing into his lap. Tossing his paper to the side without a care, he wraps his hands around my hips.
“Why?” he asks.
Damn alphas and their little games.
Dragging my nose up his throat, I bite warningly into his skin. It’s not enough to create a bond, just enough to warn. The second I do it though, I want to mark him. Fuck. There’s no hesitation inside of me, I want it.
“Hollis,” he whispers. “God, fuck, baby.”
Incoherent alphas are kind of fun.
I can’t even say that I don’t know them.
We’re getting to know each other, I’ve spilled some of my insecurities, and I’m more open than I am with a lot of other people.
Not many know about Maree unless they’re part of the mafia community.
Even then, they had to have been close to my family for that.
My parents buried my sister in their hearts when they couldn’t find anything in order to move on. I can’t forgive or forget that. Not ever.
It’s why I hold on so tightly to who she could be, but I’m done with the self sacrifice. I’ll look for her forever. However, I want my cake and alphas too.
Metaphors are mixing in my mind, and I lap at the bite mark with my tongue. I love the taste of sugar donuts.
“Hollis,” Brice begs, his fingers digging into my skin to the point of pain.
Moaning instead of responding to the pain, I rock my hips over his erection.
“Do you really want to talk?” I whisper. “Because I don’t.”
A part of me really wants Brice to be my first. I don’t know why. He’s the one I was pulled to first, and he’s been trying so hard to hold himself back.
What if he didn’t have to?
I’m really enjoying the thought of that.
“Fuck. I don’t know if I should call for help or just give in,” he groans.
“Brice. Give in. I need you before I completely lose myself to my heat,” I whimper. “Please? You promised.”
In a way, he did. He said he’d make sex good for me, so I could remember it before I lose myself to the haze of needing knots and cum.
His lips capture mine desperately, his tongue sucking mine in a way that goes straight to my clit as I moan.
“Anything you want,” he promises breathlessly. “You’re wearing too many clothes for this, baby.”
My hands immediately grab the bottom of my shirt and pull it over my head.
I’m not wearing a bra today, and he groans as his hands move up to cup my breasts.
I know that they’re on the larger side, which means I’m careful of what I wear, unless I’m flaunting it so I can have access to weapons that I shove in my cleavage.
“God, I can’t believe I finally get to play with you,” he groans as if my breasts are sentient. His hands squeeze gently, and then get more confident until I’m rocking forward over his pants covered cock as he pulls on my nipples.
“Oh,” I gasp. “Yes, more please.”
“So polite,” he growls. “I’m going to fuck you so good, Little Omega. Rise up or I’m ripping your pants off you.”
Quickly rising to my knees because I like this lounge set, I push my pants and panties down. Hands join mine that aren’t Brice’s before a tongue licks up my pussy. Moaning, I drop my head back as the alpha behind me growls.
“Fuck, I can smell you from outside,” Malcolm groans. “You’re so damn wet, I bet the walls will smell like you for weeks.”
The idea of that makes me blush before his hands pull my ass back to him so he can continue licking up my slick.
“Is Brice going to take care of you, baby?” he asks. “Do you want his big, fat cock inside of you?”
“Yes,” I whimper. “I need it.”
Brice’s warm mouth begins to suck and nip at my nipples, trying to get as much as he can into his mouth as Malcolm eats my pussy. The feeling of their warm, wet mouths makes me writhe between them, and my fingers pull on Brice’s hair as I gasp with the rise of sensations.
“Mmmm. The living room has my favorite show on,” Felix murmurs. “Fuck, your body is so damn perfect, Hollis. I want to take a bite out of your ass.”
“I’ll take the other cheek,” Remy growls, making slick gush out of my cunt.
Malcolm makes an appreciative sound as he pushes his tongue inside of me, making my eyes roll. I’m so close to coming, I want to cry. I don’t know why I can’t get there.
“You taste so good, I don’t want to stop, but I can smell how frustrated you’re getting,” Malcolm murmurs. “You’re wet enough to take Brice’s cock, he’ll make sure he goes as slow as you need.”
Brice’s chest heaves as he yanks his shirt up and over his head, throwing it to the side.
“Is that what you need, Baby Girl? Do you need my dick?” he asks, his voice low and dangerous as he fights to hold onto the shreds of his control.
His brown hair is standing straight up, his pale blue eyes intense and hooded with desire. Brice Ledger is so goddamned sexy, it should be a crime.
“I do,” I rasp, my fingers moving to his pants.