Chapter 6 #2
My body heats, and for a moment, I forget where we are and the fact that we’re both holding animals until Nick throws the front door open.
“For fuck’s sake,” he growls. “Can’t even make it inside before you two start to fuck again.”
We break apart and my eyes flick over to Nick’s annoyed ones. “I see the release from last night wasn’t enough.” I lick my swollen lips, his nostrils flaring, no doubt smelling my perfume. “Be a good boy and I’ll let you take it out on me again tonight.”
He growls, turning on his heel and stomping back into the house, leaving the front door wide open.
We head inside after him. “Let me show you around,” Ian offers. Once we pass the entryway, the house opens up.
“Whoa.” I blink, looking at the glass walls. “That’s a lot of windows.”
“I know. Thankfully, we’re far away from our neighbors and our beach is private, so unless someone is trespassing, no one can see us,” Ian informs me.
To the right is a massive kitchen with state of the art appliances.
I gape at it, blinking in disbelief. This beats the shitty little kitchen from my old place.
The damn stove was probably about twenty years old and only worked when it wanted to.
This one is big and shiny. And the fridge. .. holy shit, is that an ice maker?
“The kitchen,” Ian says, spotting my gaping. “Is one of my favorite places. I do a lot of baking here when I’m not at the bakery.”
“It’s nice. Like, really nice.”
“Do you like to cook?”
“I do.” I nod, smiling. “I’ve never had a place like this to cook in before, thought.”
“Now you do.” He winks, taking Petunia from me. She hisses at him, but he just smiles down at her, kissing her on top of the head as he walks to the living room and places her on the couch next to the cat carrier.
The living room is pretty simple with a TV and a coffee table. It's the couch that catches my attention. It’s massive, wrapping around half the space, and it looks unbelievably comfortable.
“Let me show you the second floor.”
We head up the stairs and Ian starts pointing to rooms. “This is Will’s room,” he points to the right.
“This is Nick’s,” he points to the one on the left.
“Bathroom.” He points in front of us before taking my hand and leading me down the hall.
The place is set up like a giant square with the staircase in the middle. “This is my room, for now.”
“What do you mean ‘for now?’” I frown.
“I’ll be moving to the room in the basement and giving this one to you, of course.” He smiles. “It’s the biggest one. I know Omegas don’t really like a lot of open space, but this room has a built-in bathroom so you can have your privacy.”
He pulls me into the room and I gasp. Holy shit, this place is amazing! The walls to the right and left are normal, but the long one in front of me is made of glass with a door leading out to what looks like a deck.
The bed is nice and big, the space pretty clean and empty. He takes me into the bathroom and I nearly cum in my pants. Not only does it have a big stone shower, but there’s a tub. A tub that looks a lot like a fucking jacuzzi. “Yeah, I’ll be living in that.” I point to it.
“I thought you’d like it,” he chuckles. “Come on, let me show you the best part.”
He leads me out of the bathroom to a door on the other side of the bed. He opens it and a light flicks on. “It’s a walk in closet, but I thought with some improvements we could make it into your nest.”
I stare at the spot unmoving. My heart clenches in my chest, racing a mile a minute, eyes stinging with unshed tears.
Nest. He’s thinking about giving me my own nest? How long has he been planning this?
“You hate it, don’t you?” Ian sighs defeatedly.
“No!” I rush to say. “No. No. I love it.” I whirl around to face him.
“Thank you.” I throw myself at him, trying hard not to cry.
Damn it. Fucking damn it. Any thoughts of running away from these guys leave me.
How could I? He’s perfect. Too fucking perfect.
He’s mine. I’ve bitten him already. He can’t leave me. I’d never let him.
“Anything for you, Little Doe,” he mumbles into the top of my head, pressing a kiss against my hair.
Stepping back, I wipe at my eyes and look at the space. “It’s perfect,” I whisper.
“Come on.” He scoops me up bridal style, making me laugh. “Let’s run you a bath and then you should sleep. Tomorrow, we can explore.”
“I’d like that.” I lean my head against his chest.
Ian runs a bath for me, something he seems to love. He tells me that we will go shopping for everything I need in the coming weeks. They weren’t expecting an Omega this soon, and I guess not in this house.
“We planned on building our dream home and setting it up for everything an Omega needs. But plans change,” he says as I lay in the bath, bubbles popping around me.
“I’m sorry.” I blink my eyes open to look at him.
“Don’t be.” He leans in and kisses my forehead. “I’m not.”
Smiling, I watch as he leaves before relaxing again.
For a long time, I indulge in the bath, enjoying the warm water as Ian does as he said, and gets the animals situated.
When I get out, I wrap myself in the robe Ian left for me. When I exit the bathroom, Ian is sitting on the bed, Duchess curled up nearby in a ball on the pillow. “Where’s Petunia?” I ask.
Ian points to the box in the corner of the room. “She’s resting. Although we’re going to have to get something set up for her to be inside during nighttime, unless we want her running all over the house. Much like cats, they like to be up at night.”
“Maybe something outside?” I point to the deck. “If the two of them get along, we can make some sort of catio for them.”
Ian smiles. “I like that idea. I’ll make it happen.”
He gets up from the bed, a shirt in his hand. Without a word, I let him rid me of the robe, body tingling as his heated eyes sweep over my naked form before he takes his shirt and slips it over my head. “There,” he murmurs in a low tone. “You look so fucking good in my clothes.”
I bite my lip and bring the fabric up to my nose to sniff it. “Mmm. Smells like you.”
He winks before going back to the bed and lifting up the blanket. “Crawl in.”
I do, and he follows after me.
Sighing in contentment, I let sleep take over as Ian pulls me into his arms.
When I wake, it’s to the sound of whispers and two new scents surrounding me, mixing with Ian’s.
“Move your fat ass over,” Nick grumbles, his voice right next to my head. So, he’s the other warm body pressed against me.
“Or you can leave,” Will growls. “What are you even doing here? I thought you hated her.”
Nick doesn’t say anything, just growls.
Will chuckles softly. “That’s what I thought. Now shut up and get some sleep. We have a long day tomorrow.”
“Don’t remind me,” Nick growls back. “This is the last thing I want to be fucking doing.”
“I feel the same way. But it needs to be done.”
“Why did the bastard have to die before we escaped? We were so fucking close to starting over. Now, we have to clean up his mess,” Nick mutters.
Died? Who died?
“We’re used to it by now,” Will mutters back. “But what's important is he’s dead, Nick. And he can’t hurt her.”
Nick shifts closer to me, and I swear I feel his lips brushing against the top of my head.
“No one will ever hurt her,” Nick murmurs softly. “Not unless they want to fucking die.”
In the dark, I smile. This big, growly bear likes me, he really likes me. Maybe, just maybe, I can hate him a little less.