Chapter Forty-One – Nic
The next week is a whirlwind. Our mom stops by often to check on us—and to drop off more pillows and blankets, a little care package for Mercedes and her upcoming heat. We told her all about what happened, so she’s aware Mercedes is about to go through a second heat in what must be a record amount of time.
Jay and his crew have been dealt with. Alabaster Security works closely with the police, and the information that we provided them—information regarding an underground dealer of a heat-inducing drug—was enough for them to look the other way when it came to the not-so-legal actions our company may or may not have taken.
Once the cravings start, it’s all hands on deck. Though our mom wants to stick around and help, we need to show Mercedes we can handle it on our side, so we kick her out of the house and tell her to go home. Lovingly, of course.
I do my best to cook every meal for her, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. All three of us took off work, and we won’t go back until after her heat is done and we’re certain she’s all right. Mercedes, for her part, does what she can to remain calm, but there are a few incidents where she lets her emotions get the better of her.
Like, for example, two days before her heat, I find her on the couch in the living room, crying.
I rush over to her, practically colliding with the couch as I pull her in for a hug. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
All she can do is point to the TV, the TV that plays a commercial with a sad song and a bunch of abandoned pets in the hopes of getting people to donate to some charity.
“It’s okay,” I tell her, and she cries harder, clinging to me like she just got the worst life-changing news. “It’s just a commercial. I’m sure all those puppies and kitties found homes since it was filmed.”
“But what if they didn’t?” she asks, sniffing against my chest. “What if they’re dead?”
Well, that escalated quickly, huh?
“They’re not dead. You know how I know that? They can’t put dead cats and dogs on TV. It’s a new rule they passed. Everybody is alive and happy.” Might be a teeny lie, but hey, when your omega is so upset over a commercial that she’s literally balling her eyes out, you’ll do anything to make her feel better, including a harmless white lie.
Warren rounds the corner, and when he sees us on the couch together, he mouths, What happened? Now it’s my turn to point to the TV. Of course, the commercial is long off by now, so all he sees is a different commercial about home insurance and turning into your parents. He must think that’s what upset her, because he nods sagely and comes to grab the remote and switch the channel.
The next day rolls around, and her emotions are even higher than they were before. Darius catches her in her room, trying to situate herself and make a nest. I happen to be walking by in the hall and overhear him say, “It’s okay, just tell me what you want me to do. Do you want me to get more blankets? There’s still time, I can run out to the store—”
“No,” Mercedes hisses, and I round the open door frame to see her standing in the center of her bedroom, hands on her hips, her lips drawn into an adorable but furious pout. “What if you leave and can’t get back in time? I don’t need more stupid blankets!”
That’s for sure. Not a single inch of her bedroom floor is uncovered. Everywhere has at least five layers of things, whether it’s blankets, pillows, towels, or clothes from me, Warren, or Darius. Her room is a hodgepodge of scents all vying for supremacy.
“Then what do you want?” Darius, ever the logical one, tries to reason with her. His mistake, really.
“I don’t know what I want! If I knew what I want don’t you think I would tell you what I freaking want? Come on!” She groans and runs her hands through her long brown hair, acting like she wants to pull some of it out.
I carefully step around Darius and inch closer to Mercedes. “Why don’t we sit down for a while, hmm? Just take a breather.” I offer her my hand, and she looks like she doesn’t want to accept it, but in the end she slips her hand into mine and lets me pull her to her bed, where she curls onto my lap.
Just call me the Mercedes Whisperer, thanks. I don’t accept cash or checks; all I want is the love of the woman in question.
That night, I spend in Mercedes’s room with her, keeping watch in case her heat starts. Wouldn’t want it to begin when none of us are with her—and as it turns out, it’s like I’m psychic. Her heat starts right after midnight.
We’re laying in her bed when it happens. She’s awake, writhing and whining, and the sweet smell of her slick fills the air and instantly hardens my cock. I comfort her as I move her off her bed and down to her nest, onto the mound she arranged and rearranged half a dozen times these past few days, and then, as she furiously works on tugging down my pajama bottoms, I call Darius.
My brother picks up on the second ring, and I barely manage to say, “It’s started,” just a few seconds before she drops to the floor and sucks my dick into her mouth.
Shit. Talk about wasting no time whatsoever.
By the time the others finally get their asses here, I’m on my back, with Mercedes sucking me off like my cock is her personal lollipop. I manage to toss the guys a grin through the darkness. “Hey, guys. Come join the party.”
Warren is in a race with no one but himself to pull off his clothes, while Darius carefully steps around the nest and plugs in the soft nightlight we got to illuminate the room in a dull blue glow. Not strong enough to hurt anyone’s eyes, and light enough that you can easily fall asleep with it on.
When Darius joins us in the nest, Mercedes pulls her mouth off my dick and whines, clawing at her clothes. “I’m so hot,” she whines, and Warren jumps on it. He helps her out of her pajamas, tossing the clothes off to the side with added flair before letting his hands roam across her naked body.
Fuck. Even now, half out of her mind thanks to her first natural heat, she’s gorgeous.
Once we surround her, all eyes on her, I ask, “Who do you want first, Mercedes?” During an omega’s heat, you might still be an alpha, but you let them call the shots. You let them tell you what they want, and you do your damnedest to provide it for them.
Mercedes flicks those warm amber eyes to Darius, and I’m not one bit jealous when she crawls over to him and situates herself on his lap. She curls her hands around his thick neck and wordlessly pleads with him.
“Mate,” Darius’s low, growly voice is nothing but a whisper, “use your words. Tell me what you want, and be detailed.”
She squirms on his lap, her attempt at resisting his command a failed one, for she soon whispers, “I want you to fuck me, alpha, and then I want you to mark me.”
His arms tighten around her. “And after that?”
Mercedes tosses a glance over her shoulder at me and Warren. “And then I want Nic and Warren at the same time.” My cock tingles at both her words and the memory of that sweet mouth wrapped around it.
At the same time? Our omega is going all in right away—and I can’t wait.
First, though, the honor is Darius’s.