Sable #2
“No, I don’t think it’s that severe. I would suggest some rest and recovery in his nest, and some soothing alpha pheromones would help,” Walton says as he turns back to us, raising bushy eyebrows above inquisitive eyes as he squints at the two of us by Rhian.
I forgot how much of a busy body he’s always been.
“I’ll give him a light sedative, diazepam, that will help him sleep, and should ease quite a bit of his pain.
I would suggest that someone stays with him, to monitor him for worsening symptoms. Making sure he can rouse easily, that sort of thing.
But I don’t expect you’ll see anything.”
I turn back to Rhian, ready to argue that he should let us take him home, to find he’s already looking at me with a sparkle in his eyes.
“Ready to play nurse?” he wiggles his brows at me, wincing when it clearly hurts, and I can’t resist laughing at his antics.
Colter
The scent of the two omegas cuddled up on the bench seat of my truck as I drive along the road leading to his family home on the back side of the property has my alpha instincts going haywire. I’ve never spent a lot of time thinking about any other omegas but Sable, before today.
Rhian continues to poke at Sable and her lack of proper nurse attire, clearly feeling the effects of the medication. My cock thickens with the image that puts in my head, and I have to concentrate not to wreck my pickup.
“Come on, Sable. Just picture it. Tight white halter top with a red bow in the center. Little white skirt… Maybe some thigh highs…” he teases, and even though she scolds him, her scent thickens in the air, mixing with Rhian’s in the best kind of torture.
My scent spikes with soothing pheromones, and I pray it does something to calm their raging hormones.
“Can it, Casanova. We’ll save the role play for when you’re less concussed.” Her green eyes sparkle when she meets my gaze in the glow of the truck’s cab. This is my payback for the cream comments. Fair. I deserve it.
Clenching the steering wheel, I cruise to a stop in front of the two-story farmhouse.
Soft amber light spills out onto the wraparound porch from tall windows, while twinkling fairy lights decorate the straw bale with pumpkins stacked by the door.
The place hasn’t changed much in all the years I have known the brothers, though it’s clearly being taken care of better than it ever used to be.
Throwing open the door, I quickly slam it shut before rushing around to open the door for the omegas.
Sable hops out first, stepping out of the way while leaving a soothing cloud of her pumpkin spice and caramel scent.
I reach in and help Rhian who tries to refuse me, until I start growling.
Letting him lean against my body, I lift him in my arms and Sable shuts the door.
Sucking in a lungful of their combined fall scents has my body ready to hide them away in a nest. I turn toward the house, and we make our way up the stone path.
“My keys are in my left pocket” Rhian mumbles as we walk forward. When we step onto the porch, Sable reaches in and pulls out the keys, causing the omega in my arms to groan at the contact. She is smirking when she turns away to unlock the door.
A few years ago, I was prescribed the same meds for a panic attack after mom passed. They made me a little loopy, and lowered my inhibitions. So I can imagine exactly how Rhian is feeling right now. I’m just glad he’s not in pain anymore.
“What would you like to do, omega?" I ask as we shuffle through the door. “Sable and I can help you up to your nest, or we could rest on the couch together?” A part of me secretly hopes he asks us to join him in his nest, but even if he did, nothing would happen between us until the medications wore off. And despite the very sexy nurse picture he’s been painting in our minds of Sable, he’s injured.
Rhian is hurt and in need of comfort, not a knot.
Plus, there hasn’t been any indication from Sable on whether she’ll let me back into her life as more than friends.
Her stunning green-eyed gaze catches mine, worrying her bottom lip as she frets in the entryway.
Fuck, I want to taste that lip… Now is not the time.
Nothing wrong with thinking about it though, I suppose. I just need to focus.
“My room. Big bed. TV. It’s cozy and has my favorite blankets,” the omega answers as he points at the stairs. “Nest is kinda small. Just a closet, really,” he mumbles, and I nod, carrying him in the direction he pointed, and up the stairs.
As we walk through the house, I see the den. It’s changed a lot since I saw it as a teen for a football game after party.
The den has a large stone fireplace and a huge tan sectional couch that's been pushed to resemble a big nest. Faint traces of Nick and Benny are in here, but the predominant smell is the honeyed hay, apple cider, and cinnamon bark of the omega in my arms.
I keep moving past it, and head into the door he’d pointed at, and Sable pushes it open for us.
There’s a pretty big bed against the left corner of the wall, and his TV is mounted across from it on the right. It’s neatly made, and I wonder if that's the way he likes it, since omegas tend to enjoy a messier set up for their beds and nests.
There’s also a small love seat with a coffee table in front of it, and a small desk and chair tucked into the free corner. There’s a dresser against the wall at the end of his bed, and a door that must be his closet. Is that where his nest is? Where does Sable keep her nest, I wonder?
I help Rhian over the armrest of the couch, leaning down to get him comfortable against the side. Sable is already at his feet, tugging off his boots and laughing as she makes a pile of discarded hay.
“It was a cute costume but hella messy, sir,” she laughs as she stands up.
Sable untucks the witch’s hat, and unclips the crow perched on her shoulder, placing everything to the side of the tan couch.
When she looks up at Rhian, she hesitates before asking if he’d like to change out of the no doubt itchy costume.
“Top two drawers. Why don’t you grab something more comfortable for us both to change into?
” he says, pointing at the mentioned dresser.
Sable looks perfectly comfortable in her leggings, so I already know he just wants her in his scent.
I can’t blame him. “I would offer you something, Colter, but I don’t think they would look as good on you as they will on Sable,” he says in a laugh as my gaze snaps to him. “A little too tight, hmm?”
“No, I would imagine not.” I smirk as his cheeks begin to turn pink under my attention.
“I’ll just go use the restroom real fast,” Sable murmurs, rushing out of the room on quick feet, and I chuckle. This is probably the first time she’s been up here since we were teens, but she clearly remembers her way around.
Sitting down at the open end of the couch, I lean down to unlace my boots.
“You still like her.” There isn’t a question when he speaks.
My shoulder’s tense before I turn to look at him.
He lounges against the couch, hooded eyes meeting mine, and I decide to be honest. He’s definitely going to remember all of this tomorrow, since his concussion isn’t that bad, and the meds aren’t that strong. But what's the harm in honesty?
“I do. I more than just like her.” I nod, turning to face him with my full body, my scent spiking with my pheromones.
My desire is obvious, but I can’t help myself.
“Seeing the way she cared for you. How worried she was… The way my instincts reacted to the sight of you injured.” I shrug one shoulder, watching him closely, preparing myself for rejection.
“I don’t think Sable is the only omega I want.
” I’m being bold with the confession. More than I intended, given the circumstances.
My desires for Sable may not have changed, but the more recent appreciation for Rhian is still new to me.
We’ve been acquaintances for years, but I never had a deeper desire for him.
Sure, I’ve always been able to recognize that he’s attractive, but Sable is my first crush. Not my last though, it seems.
Their friendship fell apart before I started to pursue her. Honestly, part of the reason I started flirting with her in the first place was to make her smile. I couldn’t take seeing the sadness in her eyes for another day, after she lost that connection to Rhian.
I never considered if there could be something between him and me. But then I saw how deeply she still cares for him, and something came alive inside me.
“And if I want you both?” he asks, adjusting so he’s facing me. I smirk, liking his confidence, thankful he didn’t just reject me on the spot. I let the words hang between us, not wanting to say more until he’s feeling better. “We let her set the pace?” he asks, looking as nervous as I feel.
“Of course. But I’m not going to lose her again, so I don’t care how long I have to wait for her, I’ll wait.
” I turn, standing until I’m right in front of him, unbuttoning the flannel I wore tonight for my lumberjack costume at the fire truck.
His pupils expand as he watches. I lean down, taking his hand in mine so I can help him adjust. Rumbling at the burst of perfume he lets off. “Naughty boy,” I murmur.
“You play dirty, alpha. Might be good to use that same energy on our omega,” he murmurs in a husky tone.
Fuck. Those words again. Our omega.
I settle back down on the couch, pulling him into the crook of my arm, offering him skin-to-skin to help him heal. We both turn as the soft footfalls reach us from the hallway.
“I found some clothes in the laundry room by the bathroom,” Sable says as she stands in the doorway in nothing but a long t-shirt that reaches just above her knees.
She clutches a bundle of clothing in her hand, looking more relaxed.
I have to wonder if the shirt was worn by Rhian already, or if it was in a folded pile.
Given the way his scent reacts, it’s definitely his shirt.
“Brought you something a little less itchy, omega” she says as she comes around the arm of the couch.
Guess she doesn’t need to grab anything out of his drawers.
“I thought maybe you still liked to leave your clothes in the dryer,” she murmurs shyly, her scent spiking with embarrassment, but quickly turns to desire when she realizes my shirt is undone, and Rhian’s cuddled against my bare skin.
Is that jealousy I see in her eyes? Cute.
Rhian slides down the seat, and away from me, stopping when we both reach out to help him.
“Calm down, nurse Colter. You can help me to the bathroom.” The steady way he was able to get up helps calm the anxiety riding me.
He is already doing better than an hour ago.
Helping him maneuver around the coffee table, Sable walks him the short distance into the hallway bathroom before turning to lean back against the wall.
I’m not comfortable letting him use the restroom alone, but it seems a bit excessive to insist he let me help him pee, and change his clothes.
She looks like a dream, with the green hair shining in the gentle light and the oversized shirt hanging off her shoulder.
“Did you text his brother?” she asks as we wait, looking at me with a question in her eyes that I’m not sure she is ready for.
Leaning to the side, I pull my phone out of my pocket and shoot off a text before nodding to her. Before I can say anything, Rhian shuffles out and my brain short circuits. The gray cloth shorts clinging to his things and the thin white t-shirt have my cock pulsing.
“Slutty thigh tattoos,” I swear I hear Sable mumble quietly, but since Rhian doesn’t mention it neither do I. He does have thigh tattoos though. I don’t know what makes them slutty, other than how good they look on him.
“More cuddles,” Rhian demands, and I’m weak to fight off the dirty thoughts bouncing around in my mind as the two omegas cuddle up to me on the couch.
Fuck.
Rhian
The soft weight against my chest nuzzles further into my armpit as the first rays of sunlight come through the windows.
Sable. Soft and pliant against me, her warm pumpkin scent fills the space, mixing with my own and the smoked clove of Colter.
Fuck, how long did we sleep? At some point we clearly moved from the couch, to the bed, but I don’t remember when.
After getting changed and settled on the couch last night, Colter made us both drink water and rest. Sable smirked but had listened to the broody alpha.
The meds the doctor gave me had me falling asleep on and off while the other two quietly watched a few movies.
I could tell that the tension between the two of them is still there, but it didn’t feel so heavy.
“Morning, sunshine.” The deep rumble of his voice has my morning hard on twitching.
I look up at the alpha Sable and I are plastered against, to find his sleepy gaze focused on me.
My head is on his chest, with my body horizontal to his, and Sable’s head rests on my chest, her body tucked in close to Colter, as she faces him.
“Sunshine?” I tease, smiling at the way his cheeks color. I’m about to offer to make breakfast when the omega on top of me pops up with a squinty look.
“Less talky. More sleepy.” She face plants back on my chest as we both laugh at her.
“Or I could make coffee…” Colter trails off when she crawls across my body, dragging the heat of her against my groin before nestling into my body.
The space around us seems to hold its breath as she falls back to sleep. I wonder if she laid awake most of the night I spent passed the hell out.
I’m a little shocked at the quick burst of a purr that rumbles to life in the Colter’s chest. I know we're compatible, that she fits between us with the way our scents twine together like they were meant to be one, but to see them settle has me ready to rush this process and drag them both to my nest.
Bad omega… Must court the pretty omega first.
There’s also someone else to consider, and I can’t help but wonder how he’ll feel about all of this.