37. Cole
Chapter 37
Cole
My hamstrings hurt, I might have pulled an ass muscle, and I’m almost positive I have no sperm left in my body, but I’ve never been happier.
It’s been nothing like her first heat, no uncertainty of what was allowed, no rushed chaos, no wondering what’s going to happen after the fact. It all felt so natural, so effortless, that I can’t believe that this is my life.
I have Shiloh cradled on my side, my arm going numb, but I don’t give a shit.
We’ve gone through countless waterproof blankets and sheets. I gotta admit, Shiloh was right about putting a washer and dryer on this level. It was a pain in the ass logistically, but it was necessary. Along with all the other small details in her nest, like the kitchenette that has all nonbreakable dishware, and safety silverware. The white noise machine has come in handy as well, when we wind up sleeping during the day and want to drown out any street noise.
She thought of everything and I only hope that she feels as satiated and happy with how her heat went as I am. Her skin doesn’t feel warm at all and I’m wondering if this moment is over.
I’m shocked to say that part of me wishes that we could live in this little bubble for a little while longer. The only thing that matters in this nest is that we’re together and that Shiloh’s happy and taken care of. It’s simple in her nest during her heat.
Once it’s over, we have to step back into the reality we left behind us.
I kiss the top of her head and she stirs. Her hand that was splayed across my chest now slides against my chest hair, but stops at my abdomen.
Yup, heats over.
Shiloh in heat would have gripped my cock in a heartbeat.
“How do you feel?” I ask softly.
Jonah is at the foot of the bed, lightly snoring, and Mack’s on his side with a pillow between his legs. We’re all tired, but happy at the same time.
She perches herself up on her elbow, her hand still on my body as she looks at me with sleepy doe eyes.
“I didn’t know it could feel this good. I’m tired, of course, and I don’t know what positions you all put me in with how sore my thighs are, but I feel satisfied,” she says, her eyes watery, though she doesn’t cry, and I know her well enough that happy tears are a real thing when it comes to Shiloh. “It doesn’t hurt. I don’t ache, I don’t feel like another heat is looming over my head like a dark cloud. I just feel happy.”
I pet down her hair and cup the back of her head as she leans down for a kiss.
“I’m glad it was everything you wanted, and you didn’t break anything this time.”
She lightly smacks my chest, and her stomach grumbles.
“Hungry?”
“Starving.”
“Let’s get you fed. We’ll let these two get some more sleep,” I say.
Shiloh grabs one of Jonah’s shirts and tosses it over her head. It’s so big on her, it’s basically a dress. I just head down in my underwear as I poke around the fridge. The very barren fridge that mostly has condiments and some things that definitely need to be tossed out.
“Perhaps delivery?” I suggest, and she laughs and nods.
Her hair is all over the place and I can’t help but to find her absolutely perfect at this moment.
I place the order on my phone, keeping Mack and Jonah in mind, and come to stand between her legs where she sits on the stool.
I do my best to pet down the mess that’s her hair as she grabs my waist.
“Can you believe we ended up here?” I ask her.
“No. Who would’ve thought the pilot from my flight would help me during my heat and I’d fall in love with him and his super hot pack?”
“You forgot rich,” I say with a smirk, feeling like Jonah.
“That part didn’t hurt.”
“Neither did how unreal your scent was, or how beautiful you are.”
“No more flattery. I’m hungry, and I’m not sure my body can take another knot.”
“I’m almost positive you could take it,” I say and she rolls her eyes at me.
Suddenly a groggy Jonah and Mack make their way into the kitchen, both of them looking like they need a few more hours of sleep and a good meal.
They both kiss Shiloh and take a seat.
“So, heats over?” Mack says and Shiloh smiles.
“It was shorter than last time,” Jonah states.
“I think it had something to do with being bonded and feeling so cared for. It was perfect. Thank you.”
“You never need to thank us for taking care of you during your heat. It’s an honor, and I very much enjoyed myself,” Jonah says.
“Well, give it another three to four months and we’ll do it all over again,” Shiloh says.
“Did you order food?” Mack asks, his arms crossed on the counter where he rests his head. Shiloh’s rubbing his back.
“Yes, it should be here shortly.”
“Thank fuck. I think I’m dehydrated,” Mack says.
I grab him a glass of water, and while I’m at it, get one for everyone else. Mack basically inhales the entire thing, and I’m immediately refilling the cup.
“I think we should get IVs or some shit before heats,” Mack groans, and Shiloh keeps petting and doting on him.
“My poor baby,” Shiloh says, planting a kiss on his head.
Jonah coughs. “Uh. I don’t feel so good either.”
“Oh, you stop it,” she says, and I laugh at his antics.
He’s definitely the one I had to contend with the most to get alone time with Shiloh during her heat. I will admit that it was a blessing. While there were moments when she needed all of us, having that individual time helped each of us get some rest when needed.
I guess his spoiled child syndrome comes in handy sometimes.
Shiloh sips her water and clears her throat.
“Any news about Danny?” she says.
The three of us all, at that exact moment, decide it’s a perfect time to take a drink of water.
“What? What happened?”
Jonah looks at me and Mack and realizes he has to be the one to tell her the news. Good news in my opinion, while also being harrowing in its own right.
“Breaking the restraining order was enough to get him arrested, then they found the contents in his vehicle and home. He’s in jail awaiting trial for stalking, breaking the restraining order, and conspiracy to commit murder,” Jonah says as evenly as possible.
“Excuse me, conspiracy to what?”
“Oh, he wasn’t gonna kill you, just us,” Mack says into his arms, acting like he’s dying.
“Apparently, he was planning to get us out of the picture if we didn’t comply. I think his lawyer is going to plead for Alpha ferality or insanity, but either way, he’s going to be going away for a long time. You don’t have to worry about him.”
Shiloh slow blinks, trying to take all of this in with her dehydrated, starving, post heat brain.
“We’ve let the security detail go, but still have the system set up, just in case. The band has completely renounced him and his behavior, so I don’t think they will be a problem,” Jonah says.
“I think I’ve had just about enough drama for a lifetime,” Shiloh says, still fully taking the severity of the situation in.
My phone dings, and Mack groans in happiness as I go collect the food and bring it into the kitchen. We eat in silence before we all make our way back into the nest and pass out.
Shiloh’s heat might be over, but none of us are ready to be parted from our Omega just yet.
Domesticity wasn’t something I ever strived for. It wasn’t anything I ever had growing up. I grew up on chaos, fear, and freezer dinners.
But now? It’s like a warm blanket that balms my soul.
With so much free time on my hands and a void to fill, Shiloh and I started cooking together. Some of the meals are a disaster, but other times, like tonight, they turn out pretty damn good.
Shiloh is plating the baked ziti as Mack and Jonah end their day at the dinner table.
Mack and I never expected this kind of life, one where pack dinners and movie nights were a common occurrence. Now that we have it, I know we cherish it and appreciate it more than anyone would ever know.
Tonight is about more than dinner though. Shiloh just has no clue.
We’ve made it through another one of her heats, right on schedule as it should be. Now that we know her cycle is on track, it’s time to do something we’ve wanted to do since this Omega landed on our lap.
“We have something for you,” Mack says, handing her a pink envelope.
“What is this? My birthday isn’t for a few more weeks,” she says, grabbing the envelope and giving us all suspicious looks.
While we know traveling isn’t something she aspires to do constantly, like her parents, who we are still happily no contact with, a pack vacation here and there is completely acceptable.
She glances down at the card and then back up at us.
“We’re going to Aruba?” she says excitedly.
“We thought we could invite your Gran, Jonah’s family, some of your friends from your crochet club,” I say and she blinks away emotion.
“They would love that. I love that. God, this place is huge,” she says, looking at the printout of the absolute monstrosity of a house Jonah rented for her birthday.
“We wanted to spend your birthday surrounded by your chosen family, people who love you. You deserve to be celebrated,” Jonah says, and she wraps her arms around his neck and squeezes him tight, before moving on to me, and then sitting on Mack’s lap.
“Thank you so much. I have the best pack in the world,” she says, kissing Mack’s cheek. “Oh, I almost forgot, I got you something too,” she says with a nearly maniacal laugh. “I was going to wait till the summer to give these to you, but since we’ll be headed to the beach in a few short weeks, I can give them to you now.”
She hops off of Mack’s lap and heads to her bedroom.
“I swear to God if it’s some shit with the Eagles on it,” Jonah huffs.
“Oh, suck it up, you’re already halfway to being their number one fan because it makes Shiloh happy,” Mack says.
“He’s not wrong.”
“You fucks are always ganging up on me.”
“Poor wittle Jonah,” I say, and he gives me the middle finger.
“Here we go,” Shiloh says, handing us each a blue gift bag.
As soon as I pull it out, I laugh. She got us all matching swim trunks with the Eagles logo on them.
Jonah takes a heavy breath, and she kisses his cheek.
“Be good, and I’ll show you my bikini that matches perfectly.”
“I’ll have to wear this in front of my family.” He sighs and Shiloh just smiles wider.
“Won’t you wear it? For me?” she asks with her big brown eyes and he crumbles like a house of cards.
Just like he always does, like we all do.
“Anything for my Omega,” he says.
And isn’t that the fucking truth? What started as a mile high encounter has turned into being completely whipped by the Omega of our dreams.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.