Chapter 65 #2
Walking into the Toasted Acorn Café, amid swirling smells of roasted coffee beans and sugary marshmallows, is like a breath of fresh air.
To be out and about in crisp air, swirling with the cusp of spring blooming into life, has gotta be the greatest taste of freedom.
While drowsily enjoying cuddles and last night’s movie marathon, I was able to text the girls, and we set up a much-needed morning meetup.
They sweep me up in obligatory hugs and promptly descend into ruthless teasing at my expense. I can’t wipe the grin off my face at being reunited and we end up occupying a booth to ourselves for the duration of brunch.
Dear god, did I need this. To get out of the house and inhale the fragrance of normalcy, devour long overdue girl chat, and feel sunlight on my skin.
“Okay, so now that you’ve been initiated into the well-fucked Omega club…
we need all the sloppy, knotty details.” Nikita stabs a forkful of waffle and holds it in front of her like a microphone.
“We’re here on the ground in Willow Falls.
Reporting live from the aftermath of Wren Murphy’s first-ever pack orgy. ”
“Am I going to be reduced to a pile of ash? With how relentlessly you plan on keeping my toes over the coals, I’m toast. Give a girl a moment to eat something first, would you?” I groan.
Her brown eyes are gleeful as she continues with her phony newscast impression, bringing the waffle-microphone closer.
“Folks, the word on the street here is that it’s been a while since an Omega was put through the mattress so relentlessly.
Eyewitness accounts say the ground shook for five days and nights. ”
“Oh my god,” I choke, cheeks aflame. “Remind me why I’m friends with you two?”
Both Gabbie and Nikita smirk and shrug nonchalantly.
“Care to give us a crumb of insight into how you play “hide the knot” if you would be so inclined?” Nikita flutters her eyelashes while I swear she sprouts devil horns.
“No comment.” I poke my tongue out.
“Traitor.” Gabbie giggles. “Omega code is a sacred thing, ya know.”
“Alas. It’s officially time to pour one out, isn’t it?” Nikita lets out a wistful sigh. “A funeral for our Omega, lost to her pussy and pack. You’re never coming back to live with us again, are you?”
That makes me go quiet as I chew a mouthful of syrup-laden pancake goodness. “Would you hate me if that was the case?”
“Wren! How could you even think that?” Gabbie’s mouth hangs open.
“Hush now, child,” Nikita scolds. “No fucking way.”
“Well… I feel like I’ve completely ditched you both, just because I had three scent matches come along—”
“THREE?” they screech at me in unison, before each clapping a hand over their mouths. Several heads around the café turn our way at the commotion, which only makes us all snort and dissolve into laughter.
“Yeah, so… uhh… surprise?” I grimace and duck my head.
“What a jackpot.” Nikita chomps on more waffle. “Don’t they call that scoring a hat trick?”
Gabbie sighs, casting her regulation dreamy, lovestruck gaze over me. “You’re living every Omega’s fantasy. I’m honestly so happy for you.”
“I don’t know if I’d say it’s perfect by any means. There’s a lot of unnecessary complications. I decided to do Omega-ing on hard mode, it would seem.”
“Of course you did.” Nikita grins, using her next forkful to mop up blackberry juice and maple syrup.
“At least you found your pack before your first heat. That’s a huge positive.” Gabbie twists her lips. “No clinic or strangers required.”
Nikita gives me a little waggle of her eyebrows. “What does it feel like? Are you a changed woman? Ready to arm us with all the nest lore and heat-pounding tips we need to know?”
An inelegant snort escapes me. “What I will say is start upping your training regime. I’ve decided I need a gym membership and a personal trainer.
” Taking a sip of my coffee, I smirk at them over the rim of the cup.
“That was like doing intense cardio for five days straight. You’re lucky I’m not stuck in the shape of a pretzel, nothing but a shell of an Omega. ”
“Ahh, yes, that exhausted and well-fucked glow. Bottle it pronto, you’d make a fortune.”
Gabbie props her elbow on the table, resting her chin on one hand. “Truly. No one would suspect a thing, you just look blissfully happy and if that isn’t officially the cutest thing ever.”
“So, speaking about finding our bliss…” Nikita has a wicked shimmer in her eyes that makes me want to groan in anticipation of what is about to come out of her mouth.
“I’m not telling you any sordid details.”
She makes the sound of a buzzer, then rolls her eyes while Gabbie snickers with silent laughter.
“Sorry, your answer was incorrect. It’s okay, get one of my famous margaritas into you, and we won’t be able to shut you up.
Mark my words, we’ll be all ‘No, please, we don’t need to hear anything else about Daddy’s dick.
’” She holds up both palms dramatically, feigning horror.
I nearly spit my coffee across the table.
Gabbie’s shoulders shake uncontrollably.
God, I really do adore these two.
“Okay, so moving swiftly on from all topics related to my heat…”
“What’s this supposed finding your bliss? Have you found yourself an Alpha?” Gabbie lasers her focus on Nikita.
“Nothing of the sort.” She scrunches her nose.
“All I was going to share with the class is that I’m going to be in a committed situationship with my newest dildo purchase.
An inflating knot and ten-speed built-in Alpha purr function?
My good goddess, that thing can make you fly to Venus and take in the entire Milky Way. ” She clutches her heart and swoons.
After laughing so much we have tears rolling down our faces, we spend the next few hours sprawled in the booth with our books and laptops.
As much as I’d rather be doing anything but studying, in a strange way, it feels good to accomplish something.
Settling down to catch up on five days of missed coursework isn’t for the weak, but I’m determined.
Even if it takes a while for my brain to click back into gear, those post-heat hormones are like cobwebs I have to clear away.
My pussy has a lot of explaining to do.