Chapter 5
Chapter Five
I’m washing this blanket, damn it. I will not keep curling up in the scent of Cae and Quin. I have to leave for work soon, but… I’m going to wash my bedding! If I’m not careful, I’ll go into my heat surrounded by their scents in the middle of their apartment. I can feel it coming already.
I know it’s close, but there is still time. I just need to be careful…
I stomp into my closet and snatch up the sheet I stuffed in my nest last night. The second my hand wraps around my door knob, I freeze. I can’t do this…
Fine! I’ll keep the sheet. But I’m washing the blanket!
I grab the comforter, and stomp across the hall to the laundry room, and drop it on the floor. I’ll start the load after my shower. I’m not taking a cold shower, but I want the overwhelming scent out.
I power through my shower, get dressed quickly, and sit on the edge of my bed to put my work shoes on, when there’s a knock on my door.
“Harlow?” a soft voice asks. I’m surprised that Quin is already up. He usually sleeps in a little later than the ass crack of the morning that I have to get up at.
“Come in,” I say, as I pull my socks on. The bedroom door slips open, and Quin peeks inside. He’s disheveled and adorable, and I can’t help but smile.
“I brought you a gift. I wanted to apologize for last night…” Quinton winces, tipping his head as his cheeks turn pink, and he sits down beside me on the bed.
“You don’t have to do that–”
“It was rude. I crawled into your bed without your permission and wrapped myself around you…” Quin shakes his head, looking down. “I’m sorry, Harlow.”
“You’re forgiven,” I shrug, bumping his shoulder with mine.
Quin hands me the box he’s been holding. It’s a heart shaped box of chocolates. Pink with a cute bow.
“Thank you,” I murmur, pulling the lid off. “Naughty Chocolates Sex Game,” I say, and then see the words suck cock , at the bottom of the empty chocolate spot as I pick a piece up. “Oh, now that’s funny…” I giggle as I show Quin the chocolates he got me are actually a sex game.
“Oh fuck! Fucking Lachlan! He told me these were the best ones!” Quin’s face turns bright red, and I see the moment he reads the suck cock , because he swallows thickly, and his scent spikes with need.
“I have to get ready for work…” I murmur, jumping off my bed.
I need to get out of here and fast!
“Okay, Harlow. Have a good day.” Quin waves to me, as I scurry out of the room and into the laundry room.
“See ya!” I grumble, but the second I’m in the laundry room, I frown. Where the fuck is the blanket?
I frown, looking around like maybe I just don’t see it yet, but I mean, it’s huge so I can’t possibly miss it.
“Quinton?” I ask, popping my head out of the laundry room door, and peeking down the hall. His bedroom door is still open.
“Yeah?” he calls back, sounding oddly suspicious if you ask me.
“Did you…steal my blanket?”
Silence. I step fully into the hall, hands on my hips, when the accused steps into view. His face is bright red.
“Do you want to explain?” I ask, and he reaches up to scratch the back of his neck.
“I…my instincts are not always the best. I wasn’t thinking.” He shakes his head, and I nod very slowly.
“Right. Well, I don’t have another blanket, so…”
“Oh, you can use this one!” He leaps out of view and I squint.
“I meant more like you should return mine, but okay…” When he reappears, he’s got a bundle of blue he clearly just pulled off his own bed. “Quin!” I toss my arms up, and he deflates, and I instantly feel bad. What the heck is going on with him? I understand his hormones must be going wonky with me being in his house, but this is a little bit excessive. “Quin, I can’t use your blankets…that are drowning in the scents of you and your Alpha…”
“Why not? I took yours because it smells like you…” Quin frowns like I’m the crazy one here. I don’t have time for this.
“I have to go.” I huff. I try to shake off the feeling of letting him down, worried by the look on his face as I rush off to work.
I’ll wash whatever blanket he gives me when I get home from work, I guess.
Today was fucking bullshit.
Even though I ran away from Quin, his sexy chocolates, and that incredible scent, I still spent all my time daydreaming about the male Omega. He stole my blanket. What does that mean? Gah. Men are confusing.
I’m hungry but also tired. Really fucking tired. Work was so rough, and they ran me ragged. I don’t want to make myself food, but I know that if I don’t, I won’t get a chance to eat again until my first break at work tomorrow. I’m so tired. I already know myself. I won’t wake up with enough time to make breakfast.
The second I step into the apartment, the scents of all three men hit me, and I groan. It’s dark in here, so I flick the light on.
“Fuck!” I holler, tossing the keys I was clutching clear across the room. Lachlan lifts his brow at me as he sits up. He’d been napping on the couch. The sun has already gone down, but it’s not late or anything.
Maybe he just had a long day and needed a cat nap. He unfolds himself from the couch, smirking at me as he rounds the back of the sectional.
“Nice to see you too, Harlow. How was work?” After picking up my keys, he heads into the kitchen to greet me, taking my lunch bag and purse and putting them on the counter.
“You scared the soul out of me,” I hiss, still clutching my chest. “And work was ass. I’m ready to quit, but I need the money,” I huff, making Lach chuckle.
“Hungry? I’m not as good as Quin and Cae, but I can make you some hot dogs?” he offers, and I nearly start crying. Because the thought of him feeding me, so I don’t have to cook, is such a relief.
“Yes, please,” I sigh, physically deflating.
“Go sit. Watch some TV. This won’t take long. I’ll bring it to you.”
I do as the Alpha instructs and can’t help but feel my instincts rise up. He’s an Alpha and a man I’ve always been attracted to. His scent is amazing, his smile is alluring, and he’s making me dinner right now.
He woke up from a nap and offered to make me food right away. Fuck, that’s actually so hot.
I grab the blanket Quin left out here on the couch last night and curl up in it. It smells just like him. I bury my nose in the soft fabric and breathe in deeply. Heavenly. I flick the TV on and leave it on the last channel it was set to and close my eyes.
I could fall asleep right now.
I must doze off, because Lachlan wakes me up with a warm, gentle hand on my shoulder.
“Foods ready, Harlow. I also brought you a water and some chips.” Lachlan takes a seat beside me and helps me sit up comfortably, handing me a plate of food.
“Thank you so much,” I murmur, tears actually filling my eyes. First I get gifts from Cae, now Lachlan is making me food? Fuck, I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
“Of course, Omega.” He sits beside me quietly as I eat my meal, and as soon as I’m done, I head to the kitchen to clean up.
It only seems fair to clean up, since he cooked.
“I can do that, Harlow.”
“I know.” I shrug. “You made me food, and I really appreciate it. I thought this was only fair.”
“Quin gave you some chocolates this morning?” Lachlan asks as he helps me clean up.
“He did. Said you recommended them.”
“I did.” I glance back at him, and he’s smirking like he’s so proud of himself.
“How nice of you.” I glare at him.
“Truth or dare?” he asks, and I turn off the water, facing him. “You should practice.” He shrugs, and I snort a laugh.
“Truth.”
“Boo, boring.”
“Shut up and give me my truth.”
“Why are you a virgin?” He dries his hands and turns to me, crossing his arms over his chest as I plant my ass on the edge of the counter, and he leans back against the sink.
“Well, in high school Cae started a rumor that I was obsessed with him and stalking him, so no one wanted to fuck the crazy Omega. Then after I graduated, I just didn’t feel like dealing with Alphas.” I shrug. It’s half true.
“Bullshit.”
“Whatever. The game is truth or dare, not bullshit. Your turn. Truth, or dare?”
“Dare.” He watches me intently, and I have to think for a moment before I come up with anything.
“I dare you…to…” I squint at him. “Kiss me. On top of being a virgin, I’ve never kissed anyone before.”
“Never?” His eyes are wide as he pushes away from the counter and steps toward me. I shake my head.
“Nope. Alphas have tried, but I was scared I’d suck, and they’d know it was my first time.” I shrug like it’s no big deal, even though it’s a huge deal. Kissing my roommate is not the best idea. But what could go wrong? He’s in a pack, and said he and Quin are okay with stuff like this. Besides, maybe this will be the thing that finally gets these men to realize I shouldn’t live here.
“Alright, Harlow. I’ll kiss you.” Lachlan steps up to me, and I spread my legs to accommodate his waist between them. I’m entranced by the look in his eyes, as he slowly and gently pushes his fingers into my hair. His other hand rests on my hip, his fingers digging in just a little.
Lachlan leans in, his eyes on mine, and as they fall shut, I close mine too. I wait for his lips to meet mine, and when they do, it feels different than I imagined. They’re soft and warm. Slightly wet because he licked them just before kissing me.
He goes slow, and when his lips part, I open for him. His tongue is soft against mine, and when he sucks my lip in between his teeth and bites gently, I gasp. The soft feel of his beard against my face has me reaching up to cup his jaw. His hold on me tightens, and he pulls me against him. I can’t hold in the little whimpers that slip free. He feels so good…
“Damn,” Lachlan leans back, and for the first time, the smile he gives me doesn’t feel forced.
“Thanks,” I murmur.
“I don’t think you need to worry about kissing in the future. That was…good.” He swipes his thumb across his bottom lip as he leans back against the opposite counter.
“Thanks. Uh, the others won’t be bothered that you kissed me?” I ask, my heart still racing. The butterflies are still fluttering out of control.
“Oh, they might have some feelings about it. I doubt being bothered will be one of them.” Lachlan smirks. “One more, just to say goodnight.” Lachlan pulls me into his arms harder this time, forcing a gasp out of me. When he kisses me this time, my arms wrap around his neck, and he grips my hips firmly.
His lips are more insistent, his tongue delving into my mouth and making me moan. It’s a hot kiss that spikes my blood with heat and sends slick flooding my panties. He pulls away suddenly, smirking down at me. My lips are parted, and I’m breathing heavily.
Unsteady, off balance. Fuck, that was intense.
“Sleep well, Harlow.” He kisses my forehead and then heads out of the room and down the hall.
Well fuck… That was…a lot.
The scents in my room don’t get any less intense, because one look at my freshly made bed…reveals that same damn blanket from Quin’s bed! That shifty little Omega!
But I’m one weak bitch, so instead of ripping the bedding off, and sleeping in sweats, I strip down to my underwear, and dive into their scents. I roll around in it, my perfume hitting the air like an alarm letting Alphas I’m available for fucking.
“This is torture…” I whisper, moaning as the softness of the sheets caresses my skin.