Chapter 15
Hudson
Agroan slips from my lips as my fucking organs decide to punish me. The cramp isn’t as bad as it’ll get, but it still doesn’t feel good.
Pushing up to sitting, I let the blankets pool around my naked waist and run my hands over my face, wiping away the sweat dampening my cheeks and forehead.
I need a shower. Maybe a cool one. And I’ll definitely be jerking off in that shower. My dick is so damn hard it aches and slick is coating the blankets and padding below me. Is it too soon to get the nest cleaned?
Nah. I should probably wait. Even during the preheat spikes, I’ll be making a mess. Or, hopefully, we’ll be making a mess.
Except the alphas won’t be here. They’ll be at work all day while I try my damnedest to keep my body from rebelling against me.
My body is achy as I push to my feet. As I near the door leading from the nest to my bedroom, a mixture of scents pulls a whine from my chest and causes slick to coat my canal, between my ass cheeks, and my upper thighs.
Peppermint and whipped cream, chocolate hazelnut, and wood ash. The alphas were in here at some point.
Not fully in the nest, though I can detect Alex’s wood ash stronger than the others, so he might have invited himself in while I slept. I definitely didn’t have sex last night, so they were probably being gentlemen and checking on me when they got home.
But they were here. I might have been sleeping, they might have gotten home late, but they’d ensured I was okay.
Had they kissed my forehead? Maybe tucked me in before they headed off to their own rooms?
That thought makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I know I shouldn’t crave that kind of attention from them since they’re not mine, but…well, shit. I’m an omega. Our biology tends to rule more than our brains most days.
I wish at least one of them would have laid down with me. Maybe even rubbed one of the blankets along their scent glands. Then I could roll around in their scents all day, cover myself with their pheromones.
And then a thought occurs to me – I have access to their clothes. All their clothes. Especially the ones they’ve worn and tossed into their hampers.
As long as Amy isn’t one of those on top of it housekeepers who ensures their hampers are emptied daily.
Please, for the love of rutting, let there be dirty laundry.
I would love to say I’m embarrassed as I run from my bedroom, through my sitting area and into the hallway butt ass naked, but my brain is officially too focused on a mission. That mission being to collect as much of the alphas dirty clothing as possible.
I’ll leave their bedding, though.
For now.
I take no responsibility for what my body does when my hindbrain takes the wheel and controls my actions.
They gave me a small tour, but I can’t remember which room belongs to whom. Doesn’t matter because I’m pilfering clothes from all three of them.
The first door I open leads to a library. There are bookshelves across three of the walls and loaded with books from floor to ceiling. I don’t bother reading all the titles, but I can tell simply from the covers there isn’t a single romance in here. They’re more than likely some kind of law books.
I know there’s an office downstairs; I’ve seen that one with the three desks.
Guess this room isn’t used all that often.
Pulling the door shut, I move on to the next one.
Jackpot.
The moment the door swings open, I’m met with chocolate hazelnut. I’m dying to taste Desmond, to find out if he tastes half as good as he smells.
His room is tidy and kind of homey. There are framed photos of the three of them spread around the room, the bed is made but so fluffy and comfortable looking.
Before I bother looking for the hamper, I do a swan dive onto the bed and roll around on the duvet, even kicking it further down so I can feel the cool sheets against my skin.
Between the soft linen and the lingering scent of alpha, my body feels as though it’s both burning up while also being soothed.
Like I said, omega biology makes no sense sometimes. At least it sure as fuck doesn’t to me.
Once I’m sure I’ve coated my skin with his scent, I roll onto my stomach and bury my face in his pillow. It smells so strongly of him. I’d thought the three of them slept together, but his bed definitely smells as though it’s been used very recently. Maybe even last night.
After a few seconds of nearly suffocating myself, I realize I’ve been humping the mattress like a damn teenager having a wet dream.
Not my fault they brought an omega in so close to my heat then left me alone.
Thing is, I can’t seem to stop my hips, even as the tingles begin up my spine and my balls pull up tight.
With a groan, I come hard, soaking Desmond’s sheets.
Only after the aftershocks and tingles fade do I realize I made a mess not just of myself, but of an alpha’s bed I’ve known less than a week. Sure, I’m days away from getting fucked into the padded floor of the nest for a week straight while hoping to get pregnant, but…
Yeah. This might have been a little weird.
I need to change his sheets. And maybe leave an apology letter since I’ll probably be asleep again when they get home. I’ve never been much of a night owl, and they got home well after eleven last night after leaving before the sun rose.
Rolling onto my back and away from the wet spot, I groan. Shit. Now, I either need to find something to wrap around my body or clean myself up before traipsing down the hall in my birthday suit.
My hindbrain had been in control before, squashing any self-consciousness. Now that the first spike has faded, I really don’t want to run into Amy or any other member of the pack’s staff with cum drying on my naked body.
The sheets need to be changed anyway. Might as well turn the fitted sheet I sullied into a toga for now.
I still need to find a way to gather some of Desmond’s clothes, though. Along with Alex’s and Mason’s.
My eyes move across the room until I spot a closed door. Since the ensuite bathroom is visible from where I’m lying, it has to be a closet. And, hopefully, contains a hamper.
A thud sounds through the room when my feet hit the floor hard and I jog toward the door, my dick swinging with every step.
I’m more than positive the pack has cameras around this house, but I seriously hope they’re not actually watching me right now. I probably look like a nutjob.
Or a psycho with the way I practically rip the door from its hinges to get inside.
Bingo.
Against the right wall just beside the door is a hamper about halfway full. I rifle through until I find a few t-shirts that smell heavily of Desmond.
Glancing down at my cum and slick dampened skin, I decide I don’t care about that and kind of like the idea of our combined scents.
Or rather my biology and instincts like the idea.
The first t-shirt I find, I pull over my head, lifting the collar and inhaling deeply. The scent is nearly as strong as it was on his sheets. Could mean he’d worn it yesterday under his suit.
I’m the typical size for an omega standing only four inches over five feet, so the hem of the shirt hangs halfway down my thighs and the sleeves hang to my elbows.
There. Now my junk is covered if I happen across anyone on my way to the next alpha’s room. Because there’s no way I’m stopping until I’ve completed my mission of collecting pieces covered in their scents.
Oh, and adding the stolen pieces to my nest.