Chapter 16
Hudson
Not sure how the alphas will feel when they come home and find out I’ve jizzed on all three of their beds.
I really thought after that first time in Desmond’s bed I’d have some time before the next spike. Apparently, all I had to do was get a single whiff of each of the other two for my body to go into overdrive.
I weave their t-shirts and sweats into the nesting blankets, forming a bowl-like barrier. It’s like wrapping myself in them while they’re gone.
And absolutely calms my senses enough to feel the rumblings of hunger in my stomach.
I thought I had another week until my heat hit, but now it feels like hours. Better fuel up before the fog descends. When I’m in heat, basic things like eating become a distant memory.
Which is the biggest reason I decided to seek a pack to get me through this heat. I grew tired of ending each cycle a couple pounds lighter and dangerously dehydrated. Silicone knots helped take the edge off, but they’re not the same without the pheromones from an alpha.
Once all the borrowed clothes are exactly where I want them, I stand back and check my work. Something is still missing but I can’t put my finger on it .
Whatever it is, it’s causing my freaking omega to be unsteady.
Food first. Problem solving second.
Still wearing Desmond’s shirt, I pull on a pair of sweats to stave off the chill between heat spikes and wander from my room, hoping I can find the kitchen easier than yesterday.
Amy appears around the corner as I descend the steps.
“Hey. I was just coming up for you. A package came for you. Des said it’s a preheat gift.”
A medium sized box is held in her arms and hugged to her chest. She doesn’t look to be struggling with the weight, but it’s not exactly a small package.
“Thank you,” I say, taking the box when she offers it.
“Did you need something or were you bored up there?” she asks as I set the box on the steps and work at the tape to see what Desmond ordered.
“Hungry,” I mutter as my curiosity takes over. Well, curiosity and excitement. My very first gift from the pack.
“I made some pancakes for breakfast. I’ll warm them up for you unless you want something else,” she says from barely a few feet behind me.
The moment I pull away the paper insulating the box, my face heats, my dick instantly stiffens, and slick dampens my clean sweats.
“Oh. Shit. Sorry. I didn’t see anything. Sorry,” she repeats, hurrying away from the stairs and toward the kitchen.
Inside the box is a variety of sex toys, specifically the kind catering to omegas. Dildos. Vibrators. Even a few types of silicone knots and a big bottle of lube.
With the way my hole is practically dripping slick, the lube definitely won’t be needed. At least not for me.
I realize the lube might very well be for the alphas. That thought alone does nothing to make my dick stop throbbing to my heartbeat.
My face still feels a little warm, though I’m more embarrassed for the sweet beta than myself. She’s going to hear and scent a whole lot worse soon.
I’m sure she’ll also see the aftermath unless they hire a professional company to clean the nest after.
Carrying the box upstairs, I set it on my bed and contemplate rubbing another one off before eating. I should definitely change sweats, maybe don a pair of boxers to keep from covering the whole house with my perfume and walking around with slick soaked pants.
For now, I decide my boner can wait until after I’ve put something in my belly. But I do change into special omega boxers and a clean pair of sweats.
I wonder if Amy noticed the cloud of perfume when I’d caught sight of the gift from Desmond. Hopefully, she hadn’t noticed my wet sweats before she’d darted off.
Kind of feel bad for embarrassing her, though that wasn’t my fault. Des probably should have warned one of us before I opened the box in front of anyone.
As I turn to leave the room, I notice a sheet of yellow paper from one of those legal pads sitting on my nightstand.
Lifting it, I smile as I read the beautifully written words. Seriously, Des has such pretty handwriting.
Good morning, Hudson,
We checked on you when we got home last night. Sorry we were so late. You felt warm, so I ordered some heat aids. They’ll be delivered some time today. I’ll alert the guards and Amy of an incoming delivery.
We’re going to try our best to get home earlier tonight – I really want to spend more time with you.
Desmond
Well, he warned me. I just hadn’t seen it before leaving my room. Poor Amy.
With a soft huff of a chuckle, I set the note back down and hurry from my room. My stomach is starting to grumble at an embarrassing level.
A smile is still plastered on my face as I jog down the stairs and follow the smell of pancakes.
Amy is doing anything she can to avoid eye contact as she sets a platter with a stack of pancakes on the table, then carries over a plate, fork, and a steaming mug of coffee.
“Will you eat with me?”
It’s a little later in the morning, so she might have already had breakfast, but I really don’t like to be alone. Which, of course, makes it all that much weirder that I’ve been so reluctant to join a pack.
It’s also why I hang out with Ella so much or go on so many dates.
“I already ate,” she says with a forced smile, but she’s still avoiding looking at me.
“Please don’t be embarrassed. I’m not. Um, unless the whole omega thing is…you know.”
She finally looks at me. “Is what?” Her dark blonde brows are pinched together.
“I know some betas think it’s all a little messy and gross or whatever.” I wave my hand as though it wouldn’t bother me if she felt that way, but yesterday felt as though we’d bonded a little.
I really don’t want her to see me as gross.
“Excuse me?” Her frown has deepened now as she turns fully to face me and looks dead in my eyes. “Who said that to you? Did you tell the alphas someone insulted you?”
I’m really glad I haven’t succeeded in putting the piece of pancake on my fork in my mouth because I might have choked on it with the way she’s surprised a laugh out of me.
“No one said it to me recently. And it’s not exactly a secret a lot of betas don’t fully understand the whole biology thing or that we literally have zero control over our hormones.
And no, I didn’t tell the alphas anything.
” Because there’s nothing to tell and I haven’t seen them since Sunday night.
“Well, they’re uneducated morons. No. There is absolutely nothing gross about being an omega, going into heat, any of it. I just, um…” She lowers her voice to a whisper as though there’s anyone else in the house to overhear her. “I’ve never seen a knot in real life. Not even the fake kind.”
Dropping my fork on the plate with a clatter, I slap my hand to my chest and widen my eyes in shock. “How the hell have you not at least seen a silicone knot? Please tell me you’ve been to a sex shop.”
Her cheeks go from a pretty pink to almost scarlet.
“Holy shit, Amy. We are so going to one after this cycle. We’ve got to widen your horizons, sister.”
I almost spout something about widening her holes like I would when teasing Ella, but she’s obviously not comfortable with overt sexuality.
At least not yet.
I mean, not that I have any intention of hitting on her, but it’ll be kind of hard to avoid unless the alphas give her the time off during my cycle.
Might not be the worst idea. I tend to get a little weird about my space during my heat, but that’s when it comes to fellow omegas. I don’t see why my instincts would go batty around a beta.
As much as it would be in her best interest to have the week off, someone will need to at least check on us to make sure we’re at least drinking water. Ella will be entering her cycle soon, too, since we’re synced up, so not like I can call her in for backup.
Now that all that’s out of the way, I drown my pancakes in syrup and tuck into them. I’m sure I resemble a chipmunk with the way I’m packing my cheeks, but I’m going to need the calories.
Even now as I’m eating, my dick has formed a tent in my pants, and I swear it’s pulsing to my heartbeat. The special boxers are the only thing keeping me from embarrassing myself.
Amy keeps stealing glances at me as she cleans up the kitchen. I even catch her nostrils flare.
“Do I stink to you?” I ask around a mouthful of food.
Her brows slam together again. “Not at all.”
“You keep staring,” I say, pointing at her with my syrupy fork.
“It’s not that you stink. Your perfume is thick.
I’m not even an alpha and I find myself…
pulled to you.” Then she throws both hands up, palms out.
“I’m not interested that way. Don’t worry.
I’m just saying, you smell beautiful. It’s like…
” Her eyes dart to the side a second like she’s thinking.
“It’s like your scent matches your face. Beautiful. A work of art.”
Now I’m blushing for a different reason. There’s something about someone who isn’t interested in getting in your pants saying something so sweet.
“Thank you,” I say, ducking my eyes and failing to hide my smile.
“Oh please. You’ve looked in a mirror before, right?”
“I’m not going to say I think I’m ugly. It’s just, the only people who usually say that kind of stuff to me just want to fu – um, they usually just want to get me in bed. You know? But it sounded sincere when you said it. So yeah. Thank you.”
She surprises me by rounding the table, wrapping her arms around my shoulders from behind and squeezing. “You’re very welcome.”
And just like that, I have a friend in this house.